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THE LUTHERAN VISITOR
January
CflUldcett and ^outR.
DO A KINDNESS.
Do a kindnesii, do it well;
Angels will the story tell.
Do a kindness, tell it not;
Angel hands will mark tne spot *
Do a kindness, though ’tls small;
Angel voices sing it all.
Do a kindness; never mind 1
What yon lose the angels find.
Do a kindness, doit now;
Angels know it all somehow.
Do a kindness any tlmJ;
Angels weave it into rhyme.
Do a kindness—it will pay;
Angels will rejoice that day.
Kindly deeds ard thoughts and words
Bless the world like songs of birds.
. —Exchange.
A YOUNG MISSIONARY.
The following story, which is a
true one, is told by Cyrus Ham*
lin, a Christian missionary in
Syria, and shows how in early
life he showed a missionary spir
it.
“In my boyhood days the
greatest event of the season was
the autumn muster. Every boy
who went to the muster had his
money to buy K' n tf er ^ re< td on
that g™&t ( ] a y,
“It was a bright September
morning. My mother gave me
seven cents to buy gingerbread,
and'a cent then would buy a
pretty large piece. 1 was think
ing how I could spend all that
money in one day, when my mo
ther said, ‘Perhaps, Cyrus, you
will put a cent or two in Mrs.
Karris’ contribution box as you
go by.’
“As I went along 1 kept think
ing [my mother said a cent a two.
I wished she had told me to put
in one cent or two cents, but
there it was: ‘Perhaps, Cyrus,
you will put in a cent or two.’
As I turned it over in my mind
during the first mile of my walk,
I thought, ‘Well, I will put in
two cents.’ Then I began to rea
son with myself, ‘How would
that look? Two cents for the
heathen and five cents for ginger
bread.’ It did not satisfy my’
ideas very well, because we al
ways read the missionary news
at our house and my conscience
was tender on the subject. Two
cents.did not look right, and so
I thought I would put three cents
into the box.
“I went along for a time very
comfortably after T had come to
this decision. But by-and-by the
old reasoning came back to me,
‘Pour cents for gingerbread and
three cents for the souls of the
heathen.’ How was I to get rid
of that? I thought I would
change it for four for the heathen
and three for gingerbread. No
body could complain of that.
Then I thought of the other boys
who would be sure to ask, ‘How
many [cents have you got to
spend?’ and I should be ashamed
ifT only had had three cents. I
wished mother .had given me six
cents oreightcents. Then I could
have divided it evenly, but now
I did not know what to do.
“I got to to Mrs. Farris’ house
and went in. I remember just
how I felt. I got hold of my seven
cents and thought, ‘I might as
well drop them all in and then
there will be no trouble,’ and so
I did.
“After that I was well satisfied
with what I had done, but about
noon I began to be hungry. I
kept shy of the gingerbread
stand. I went off where the sold
iers were having their dinner,
and wished somebody would*
throw me a bone.
“I stood it without a mouthful
till four o’clock, and then started
for home. As I reached home I
cried, ‘I am as hungry as a bear;
I have not eaten a mouthful all
day.’
“Why, Cyrus, where is the
money I gave you?’
“Mother, you did not give it to
me right. If you had given me
six cents or eight cents, I could
have divided it; but I could not
divide seven cents and so I put
it all in the missionary box.”
We are not surprised that this
boy became a missionary him
self.—Morning Light.
DARE TO SEEM “QUEER ”
The hardest thing in the world
for little people is to be “queer.”
If “everybody does it,” they have
no more thought of violating that
precedent than if it were a phy
sical impossibility. Boys who are
afraid to be laughed at need the
story of Daniel retold for their
benefit. Young married people
who live beyond their means and
are harassed by their debts be
cause their neighbors with no
better income live thus might
spend some time in the study of
Daniel’s mode of life with profit.
Members of social organizations
who loathe strong drink but
drink because they “can’t afford
to seem singular” will find in the
same series of lessons something
worthy of attention. Members
of churches moving from the
country into the city must either
bring their godly habits with
them or adopt those of the first
circles into which they drop.
Which would Daniel have done?
The fact is that more char
acters are ruined by moral cow
ardice than in any other way.
Are you invited to “try a game
of cards” by a stranger? “It is
so hard to say no!” Your views
of duty are “so old-fashioned.”
They may be pretty good for all
that. You have “the last gener
ation’s theory about the Sabbath”
and “the views that were held
two hundred years ago about
the Bible.”
WHY SHE TRUSTED HIM.
The lady of the house was
standing in the vestibule, an
anxious eye down the street.
“Are there no boys in sight?’’
asked a voice from within.
“Yes, plenty of boys on the
street, but you know how par
ticular I am about Pet. I should
like to be sure that the boy who
rides her will not be rough with
her.”
Just then a sturdy young fel
low of ten came whizzing by on
a bicyle. It was not his own, but
one that its owner was generous
enough to lend to the boys who
had none, and ho was taking his
turn while the other boys lay on
the grass and played jackstones,
wishing as he rode along, “My!
if I only had a wheel for my trip
to the farm!”
Just then he suddenly straight
ened himself up.
“Ting-a-ling-ling!” rang out
the bell of the bicycle sharply,
and as he slowed up the other
boys half rose and looked wonder-
ingly. They could see nothing to
ring for.
“What was it, Dick?” they de
manded.
“Oh, nothing but a sparrow.
I was afraid I’d run over it; the
little thing stood so still right in
front of the wheel.”
“Ho, ho! Rings his‘ bell for a
sparrow!” sneered the other boys
as Dick dismounted. “Mamma’s
itty, witty baby.”
“I don’t care how much you
make fun of me,” he replied,
good-naturedly, yet not without
a red flush on his brow. “I guess
I wouldn’t run over a sparrow,
even, when I could help it by
ringing or stopping.”
“Dick! Come here, please.
Dick,” called a voice f
doorstep of one of the tw
est houses on the avenua|
are the very boy I want *
a pony to the country anc
It is out on the Darlingto
evard. Would you like-tc
“Why, yes, ma’am,”
answered Dick. “I have
rand out there, and wa
dreading the walk.”
“Then I am glad you ma
1 was wondering if I couh
one of the boys to be kind;
when I overheard about th
row. That made me wil
trust you.”—Junior Ch
Endeavor World.
MAKE THE BEST OF WHA
HAVE.
The children lived in a
cabin home, and all thv'h >
them—Nell, Rob and Li
were taking a gay “makebim
ride on an old log. Fido Ja i
and barked as if he enjoyjga!
fun as much as anybody i 60 *
A gentleman who wat •>
down the road stopped an
ed. v.
“Good morning, littl
That is rather slow n *pi
Wouldn t you like a holtfies
carriage?”
“Yes, sir,” said Robbi
we haven’t any, and so
getting the most fun we|
of what we do have.”
Was not that a wise ^ds
How much pleasanter tl
would be if all the little'
and the big ones, too-
stop fretting about the
they cannot get, and mal
best of what they have.—Lon
S. 8. Times.
The Minister’! Power.
Willie had swallowed a pen
and his mother was in a stab
much alarm. “Helen,” she cal
to her sister in the next roc
“send for a doctor. Willie 1
swallowed a penny.” The te
fied boy looked up im^wi ’
“No, mamma,” he interpos
“send for the minister.” “1
minister!” exclaimed the moth|
“Yes, because papa says o
minister can get money out
anybody.”—Pittsburg Bullet
One Minute Late.
It makes no difference whether
were one minute or one hoar late
yon missed the train. Better get tb
on time. Colds lead to coughs, jou
to pneumonia and eonsnmpt'on: the
fore, it is all-important to check a c
before it reaches the Inngs. Pe
Davis' Painkiller will positively bn
a cold inside of twenty four hot
There is but one Painkiller, Perry I
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