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WHAT A CHILD'S WORDS
could say to bring her husband to a different
way of thinking. It had been in vain, MAY DO.
and she could do nothing else but weep. (Continued from p. 123.)
The weaver got up, listened at the door, ARTHA went to prepare the
and said at last,bed. When it was ready All is quiet; he is sleeping soundly and the stranger arose, and comfortably, for I do not even hear his went to the room which breathing. Now then, courage, and forwas offered him, after he wards to the work!' had wished the couple good Just as he was about to enter the chamnight. He threw himself ber Martha seized him, and cried out full dressed upon the bed, using of despair,
his thick cloak alone as a • Have pity on your poor wife and child ! covering
I will not let you go.
You must not The weaver and his wife remained be- murder your guest, who is sleeping beneath hind in the room. And now the man's thoughts, which he had hitherto concealed “Wife!' exclaimed the savage, half-tipsy in his breast, found vent in terrible words. weaver, as he pushed the weak woman away
Heinrich! Heinrich don't do it, for from him, wife! do not drive me mad! God's sake! No good can come of it; I would rather plunge the knife into your such a murder cries out to Heaven till the breast than be hindered from carrying out cry at last is heard.'
my purpose; and even then this strange The weaver replied with a mocking man should die.' smile,
Well, kill me then rather than that I Do you really think that Heaven hears should survive the bloody deed,' wept his all the cries that come up from earth ? It wife, and then she sank groaning and half would, indeed, if there were any such thing fainting to the floor. as justice. But there is not, and therefore Her husband stood still for a moment Heaven does not hear any cry. How long shocked, but he quickly recovered himself,
, have I not been crying for work for myself, and said, as he seized the handle of the for bread for you, for justice for us all ? door,But no Heaven bas heard my cry.'
• When the deed is really done, and we It will be heard yet, if you only have have enough money to live in comfort, she patience and persevere,' replied Martha. will be reconciled to it, and be quite calm
'I have had patience quite long enough,' again.' answered Schwabe. But now it has come He pushed the door gently back and to an end, and to Heaven I will cry no took a step forward in order to enter. But longer. Don't talk any more about it. The he stopped suddenly, and remained standstranger there must die.'
ing as if rooted to the ground at the halfThe conversation between Schwabe and
Annie slept in the same room his wife was carried on in a low voice, as in which the stranger's bed had been prethe door of the room in which the linen-pared. The light from the lamp fell dealer slept was slightly ajar. The wife was through the open door on to the child's
. now silent, and wept. She had said all she bed. The father saw how the child had
half risen, but with closed eyes, and plainly against his breast, as if to restrain and asleep, sat up in her bed. She was talking press back his heart, which fain would in her sleep, and her father heard her speak spring from it. But his child continued, in a clear and plain voice,
and this time spoke louder than before, 'I am the Lord thy God: thou shalt • Thou shalt do no murder!' That was have none other gods but me.'
all. Annie now sank quietly back upon Martha, too, heard her child speak, and her bed and was silent. was aroused from her stupor by it; she Then the weaver wept in deepest penilistened with wonder and with terror, tence and contrition. He let the knife fall mingled with joy. Then slowly she rose to the ground, and exclaimed, “Thou shalt from the ground and went to the door of do no murder!' And he threw himself the room; the child continued,
sobbing upon his wife's neck, who embraced “Thou shalt not take the name of the him with thankful joy and pressed him to Lord thy God in vain : for the Lord will her heart. not hold him guiltless that taketh His
(Concluded in our next.) name in vain.' O Lord my God; this is a plain mi
'SHALL I GIVE IT?' racle!' exclaimed the mother, in the greatest • Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee?
or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a excitement; "for where has Annie ever
stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee! heard these words, and how can she there- or sick, ... and came unto thee?
* And the King shall answer and say Inasmuch fore repeat them in her sleep? Not from
as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my me has she learned them, nor from you
brethren, ye have done it unto me.'— Mall. xxv. 37-10 either Heinrich, nor from any of our acquaintances, or I should have known it,
going to church.
It was Sunday, surely. Those are the commandments and there was to be a collection that mornwhich I learned in
childhood. But I ing for a Children's Refuge,' lately set up had quite forgotten them, and now they
in the neighbourhood. are coming up into my mind again.'
• Mayn't I have a penny to give ?' asked The weaver stood like one bewitched,
the little girl. stared at his child with widely open eyes, You have no penny of your own,' said and felt as if he were in a dream.
her mother; and if I give you one just to • Remember that thou keep holy the put into the box, it won't be you giving it, Sabbath-day,' continued the child, as with
It is no kindness to give what the voice of a spirit, and warm tears rushed costs us nothing. But I'll tell you what into the eyes of the deeply troubled and we'll do. You shall have a penny for your agitated mother. Even in the weaver's
very own. You may buy a ball with it eyes, too, a tear glistened.
to-morrow, or a little china doll, or some He seized his wife's hand and pressed it. goodies—just anything you like: or you He groaned, -What is that ?'
may give it to-day at church. Now, what 'Honour thy father and thy mother, that do you think you'll do?' it may be well with thee, and that thou 'I don't know,' said Emmy. I like mayest live long upon the earth,' said goodies.' Annie. Now the weaver let his wife's hand · Well, this will buy you a good many, fall, and pressed his own right hand clenched replied her mother, giving her a bright
LITTLE Emmy sat ready dressed for
And now listen to me. The Oh, mother !' and the sweet grey eyes little children for whom the money is were full of perplexity. going to be collected to-day never get any “Yes, Emmy. And now it is time to goodies. They have no dear father and start for church. Put your penny in your mother to take care of them, and no com- glove, and then you can think about it, and fortable home. They have to live whole decide whether you will give it or save it days in the streets when it is wet and cold ; for sweets to-morrow.' and they have no fire, and no good clothes, Emmy walked very soberly to church: to keep them warm. And they have very usually she ran merrily along, chattering little to eat of any kind—not nice meat all the way; but to-day she could do and pudding, but any little scraps of dry
of dry nothing but think about her penny. crust. And when they are poorly, they “But I do so like goodies,' were her last have no one to nurse them, and no soft words before entering church ; but for all bed to lie in. Now if you give this penny that, when the collector came down the to-day, it will help to get them some of the aisle with the box, one chubby little hand things they need : only, of course, you can't fumbled in the glove of the other, and the have your goodies.'
child looked up at her mother with eyes Emmy sat thinking, her wondering that asked for approval. She received a child's eyes filling with tears, whether for smile and nod for answer; and the penny the poor children or for herself she could was dropped into the box. hardly have told.
A very beaming face little Emmy *I do like goodies,' she repeated; and brought out of church. I gave my money her mother answered,
to the poor little children,' she said: 'I Well, dear, you can bare them if you
gave it to Jesus.' like.'
'Yes, darling,' her mother answered; And you won't be cross?' ‘and Jesus saw you, and loves you
for “No, I shall not be the least cross. Only giving up something for His sake. Don't remember, Emmy, we can never be very you feel happier than though you were kind to others if we always think of our- sucking pear-drops ? selves first. Jesus Christ did not like Yes, mother. I can do without the feeling pain; and yet, you know, He was goodies very well; and now the little childnailed to the cross for us. And we ought ren have some meat and nice pudding.' each to wish to do something for Him in Don't laugh, my readers who are older return. Don't you think so ?'
than Emmy, at her baby notions as to what ‘ But the penny won't go to Jesus, ,
a penny can do. Not much, to be sure, in mother?'
one sense; and yet in our Lord's eyes the *Yes, dear, it will, in a sort of way. He widow's mite counted for more than the loves these poor hungry children so, that He large offerings of her richer neighbours
, feels they are part of Himself. And He says The child has given all she had ; has given that what we do for them we are really doing up something she really desired for the for Him. But if we leave them to be cold sake of her little starving brothers and sisand hungry, it is just as though we would ters; and Christ, Who is their elder brother not give Him clothes and food when He and loves them all, will not despise her gift
. needs them.'