Lom veads his Story. 205

an

given to me. I haven't been called to do
anything but lie here and ache.”

“No,” said his father, quickly; “you are
wrong. You have been called, just as much
as Washington and Lord Nelson and the
Duke of Wellington—just as much as every-
body else in the world is called, and you can
do your work as well as they did theirs.”

Walter lay quiet a minute, thinking what
was there he could do without sitting up, or
crossing the room, or using his hands or eyes ?

«“ Some kinds of work,” said his father, “can
be seen as they are being done, piece by piece.
Everybody can watch them, and praise them
when they deserve praising. But there are
other kinds of work, just as busy, that are
carried on secretly, under the surface, with
the help of God, but without the praise of
men. These kinds are often the greatest.
And it is to a hidden work that you are
called.”

Called to a hidden work—“e called! Walter
liked to think that.

“ Please tell me about it,” he said.