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mother, but she could not help feeling that

Moor was her true home. The quickwitted (Concluded from page 335.)

Mrs. Holmes, however, soon found this out, CHAPTER XXIV.

and one day bewailed it with some bitterRS. MATTHEW DARELL ness to Mr. Swayne.

stayed six months in Eng- • Do what I will, the child doesn't seem land, and when she went to feel for me as if I was her kith and kin; back to California Roger she's as fond of Mrs. Weir and Miss Brett at went too. He owed this the schoolhouse every bit,' she complained.

to the family he served, And then Mr. Swayne told her plainly 4 that he should not leave that it was her punishment for the years in

them at a time when his which she had hardened her heart against o services were really needed. her daughter, and refused to interest herself But in the end he was to come back to in her infant child. A bitter truth, but it England—that was fully settled, and it does us good when some faithful friend will enabled his parents to bear the second put such things before us.. Mrs. Holmes parting with patience.

was humble now, and asked Mr. Swayne Mrs. Weir was proud of Roger now, and how best she could win her grandchild's love anxious to make up for the years that she

you love her?' asked Mr. Swayne. had thought poorly of him, so she would You know I do, sir,' said Mrs. Holmes, not stand in his light by begging him to surprised; else, why should I fret that she remain at home. And as far as money doesn't care enough for me?' went, Thomas Weir was well able to provide Then show her that love as often as for his wife, and to send a trifle towards you can,' said Mr. Swayne. Bell is an Johnny's keep.

affectionate child, and will soon be won Roger's fifty pounds, too, were put in the over; but do not hurry her, remember,' bank, as a nest-egg for that little lad, who and he smiled, 'we have first claim upon might never be able to earn his own living. her.'

At present he was not to leave Bell, and It was catechising Sunday, as it hapthe children were to divide their time be- pened, the very day before Roger left Moor tween Moor and Littleby.

again for foreign parts. Bell was growing daily more helpful; she With Bell and Johnny on either side of went to school regularly, but after hours, him he walked to the church, and the three whether with Mrs. Weir or Mrs. Holmes, took their places together. It was not the she was always ready for little housewifely fashion in Moor for the big girls and boys duties: she was, in fact, a child after Mrs. to be ashamed of standing up with the little Weir's own heart; to her she imparted many ones, though after their Confirmation they of those secrets of housekeeping which it might sit with their elders in the body of had grieved her to think might die with the church if they preferred it, while the i her, and Bell, in her important little way, younger ones were questioned. Bell and fussed over the making of curious jams and Johnny, however, would not have allowed wines of garden produce, to her own and this, even had Roger wished it. her teacher's great content.

Something in the subject of the day reBell tried not to show it to her grand- called that catechising long ago, when Bell



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had stolen into the church, an ignorant, wondering child.

A little lion-tamer, they called you, Bell, did they not?' asked Mr. Swayne.

Bell nodded in her old way.

Now what must you do with the lions ?' he continued. "Children, are you attending? All may answer.'

Fight them! resist them!' cried the children in a breath.

'Fight them! resist them !' echoed poor Johnny.

* And have you all tried to do this, since I spoke to you so many months back ?'

There was a slight stir among the children, and then Dora, Alice, and Roger said gently, ‘Yes.'

Poor Johnny echoed another “Yes.'

'I am glad to hear these voices saying 'Yes,' said Mr. Swayne, and to feel sure too that there are others who have not spoken, and yet have made an effort to resist the tempter too. How long, children, must you be on your guard against the great lion who would devour your souls ?'

The children paused. Then one little voice said,

• Till we die.'

It was Johnny. Every one looked at him in amaze; he seldom spoke except as a gentle echo of some one he loved and looked up to; and now he was quite silent and unmoved again. Some flash of reason had illumined the poor boy, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

Roger looked wistfully at Mr. Swayne, and Alice whispered, “Oh, father, does he know things now?' But Mr. Swayne stroked the boy's hair.

'In God's good time Johnny will know everything,' he said ; but that will not be just yet. He has answered well, though; we must be on our guard, as I have so often before told you, all our lives long. Roger,

in his distant wanderings, you, little Moor children, in your cottages, the same dangers await you. And where can you all look for help?'.

“To the God of Daniel,' said Bell. Il was her favourite story, and she had it by heart. He shut the lions' mouths so that they did not hurt hiir.'

‘And He is ready to shut the mouths of those lions that hurt His children on earth if they will but ask Him, said Mr. Swayne, ‘for Christ's sake, Who conquered all.'

There was a hush for a moment, and then Roger said, looking down, 'I shall be gone next Sunday, will you ask it now?--for us all,' he added, but he clasped a hand of Bell and Johnny on either side of him.

And Mr. Swayne asked, as he had been desired, help for his little flock-his own children in their pleasant home, Roger going forth to a strange country, Bell looking forward to a busy life, and Johnny treading perhaps quietly, yet surely, the path to his last resting-place.

Dangers might surround them, evil beasts assail, and yet of them, he humbly trusted, he might one day say, as did his Divine Master, ‘Of them which Thou gavest Me have I lost none.'

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man and an old army pensioner, who had name; he'd had a good mother, who bad come home to his native village in Wiltshire, brought him up in the fear of God, and to spend his well-earned pension and his I needn't tell you be led a wretched life last days. The two men, different as was amongst us. Instead of larking with us their position in life, were old and fast he used to sit in a dreamy sort of way, friends; for they both loved and trusted in thinking, for hours at a time; and often, the same Saviour, and they were travelling too, he had his Testament in his hand readtowards the same home; and many were ing it. Well, sir, we played bim many a the chats they used to have in the pen

cruel and foolish trick, but he was always sioner's cottage, which was a pattern of so good-tempered and patient that we got cleanliness and order.

tired at last: there was no fun in it, so we I don't think I ever noticed the book set him down as a fool and a coward, who before,' said the clergyman.

would be no good when it came to hard • Very true, sir; you never did see it fighting. For my part I hated him with a before: the sight of it brought to mind an bitter hatred. I know why now. unpleasant event in my life, so I put it away; because his good example made me uneasy, but this morning, as I was turning over some and brought thoughts into my head that I of my old baggage, I came upon it, and took didn't care should come there; and so I it out to look at it. Do you see, sir, it is all never lost a chance of doing him an ill scorched and burnt at the edges, and one turn when I could. page is almost gone in St. John ?'

• At last the time came when we overtook “I am quite impatient to hear your story, the French, whom we had been pursuing, Blake; how is it that you have never told and we all knew that a great battle was to it me before ? I thought I had quite ex- be fought the next day. We were wild hausted all your stock.'

with joy, for we wanted to be at them and Why you see, sir, I didn't mind talking have done with it.' to you of the things I was proud of_the • It was a fine, cold night, and we sat battles I'd fought, and the wounds I'd had, round our camp-fires drinking and singing, and such-like, but, as I said before, this was knowing that before another sun set many not to my credit, and so I didn't care to say of us would be lying cold and stiff on the anything about it: but, however, I will tell ground. I was wandering about from fire it you now, I feel my mind will be all the to fire, joking with one and drinking with easier for it.

another, half mad with excitement at the 'In the regiment in which I was out in coming battle, when I suddenly came upon Spain fighting under the Duke they were a young Fletcher, sitting down and trying to terrible lot of fellows, and, to my shame, I spell out by the dim light of the fire the was as bad as any of them. Why, sir, I don't print of his Testament. On the impulse of suppose hardly any of them used God's name the moment, half in frolic, half in avger, I | but to swear by; or had a thought of what had kicked the book out of his hands into would become of their souls if they were the midst of the flames. As quick as thought killed in action. But in my company it he sprang up and caught it before it was so happened there was one quite different more burnt than you see, and then he turned from the rest; a quiet, fair-haired lad, of and gave me such a look! At first I thought about nineteen. James Fletcher was his he was going to strike me, and then a soft,

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sad look, came into his eyes as he said, eye turned to Fletcher to see how he liked “Blake, you dared to do that because you his first smell of powder. He was very pale, think me a coward. I hope to show you as were many older hands than he was; but and others to-morrow that a man can fight he didn't bob his head, as some did, when none the worse because he fears God.” the balls whistled unpleasantly near. At

“At four o'clock in the grey dawn we last came the welcome command to charge, were under arms, and advancing towards and in a few minutes we were laying about the enemy

In two hours more the cannon- us as though the sole duty of man balls began to hiss over our heads, and my bloodshed. I remember seeing Fletcher


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hotly engaged with a French officer, whom

THE GLASS MARBLES. he was pressing hard; till my whole at

'Thou shalt not steal.'tention was occupied with a little active

Exod. xx. 15. soldier, who was giving me quite as much

CHOOL was over, and the as I could do, when suddenly I felt a queer

little boys from Mr. Woolshock through my whole body, reeled back,

ven's started off in different and became insensible. It was night when

directions, some for their I next opened my eyes. I tried to move, but

homes, others for a game found I could not, something seemed to

at bat-and-ball in a neiglihold my feet down; and painfully raising

bouring field; while a group my head up I saw it was a dead man lying

of four turned down into across them, just as he had fallen. I have

the street on an errand of often, sir, described to you the scene of a

their own.

Each of these battle-field, so I won't do it again; they are last had a penny or two to spend, and they much alike, in all their terrible sights and were loud in their talk as to what they sounds. By slow degrees I freed myself should buy. from my horrible load, and sat up and gazed I want marbles,' said Edward Hewitt around, when who should I see lying a yard So do I,' said James Martin. I shall or so away but poor young Fletcher, mor- get some alleys and glassies : blood-alleys, tally wounded. He moved his eyes and I think. I've lots of stonies.' looked at me, and made a sign that he wished • I mean to buy a top and a ball of good to speak to me. I managed, though badly thick string,' said Fred Mason. wounded in the hip, after much effort to "Oh! they give me plenty of string! reach his side; and as I bent on him I said, at home,' said Johnny Fisher. I'll have “Forgive me for the ill turns I've done you,

, some bull's eyes, I think.' Fletcher.” “Aye, that I do," he answered, The mention of sweets made the other “with all my heart; and, Blake, I am dying, boys waver in their views, and when they you see,

When I'm dead you take my Tes- all found themselves in Mrs. Burt's shop, tament, and read it for my sake; and may more than one halfpenny was spent in you find in it what I have." Well, sir, faint barley-sugar and peppermint drops that and weak from loss of blood as I was, and had been intended for something else. sick at heart with sorrow and


I've only a penny left !' cried Fred, as fairly burst into tears. The young fellow they turned out again into the street. stretched out his hand and took mine and “And I've only a ha’penny,' grumbled pressed it, and soon after he died with a Edward Hewitt, as though he felt himself sweet smile upon his face.

much ill-used by some one. • How they found me, and took me into • Can't eat your cake and have your the hospital, and cured me, you know, sir; cake?' laughed Johnny, munching away at but you

did not know till now that it was his bull's eyes with a very contented face. in that Testament that I first read with • Precious few glassies you'll get for prayerful heart, and I always remember as your ha'penny!' said the prudent James, I look at its burnt leaves that I, too, have who, having resisted the attractions at Mrs. been, by God's mercy in Christ, snatched as Burt's, had still the whole of his twopence a brand from the burning.'

to spend on marbles.

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