The day following, when school closed, Gracie went home more sedately,
though none the less happily.

“Mamma,” she said, with a slight touch of awe, “Mrs. Olsen called me up
to the gate, this morning, and asked me if I wouldn’t help Carrie get her lessons.

‘She said Carrie came home from school last night crying, and cried all
night, and she couldn’t find out what was the matter, I didn’t tell her, mam-
ma, I thought I wouldn’t. She said she-.guessed Carrie found some one to play
with in school, but Carrie doesn’t. She can’t learn quite so easily, that’s all.
I helped her to-day, though, andshe only missed one word to-night. Wont
her mother be glad! And I’m going to help her every day now.”

So, although she was not looking for it, and would never have called it by
that name, Gracie had found a “mission,” while Mrs. Elwood thanked God for
the trust reposed in her little daughter, and prayed for wisdom to guide the

child aright, that the trust might not be violated.
—MaRI0On LISLE.
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These very common words may ©) With dusty shoes and tired feet—
see. SA His playtime had been hard and long
Wanted—a boy to errands run, Out in the summer’s noontide heat.

 

Wanted for everything under the sun.
All that the men to-day can do
‘To-morrow the boys will be doing too,
For the time is ever coming when
The boys must stand in place of men.

Wanted—the world wants boys to-day,
And she offers them all she has for pay.
Honor, wealth, position, fame,

A useful life and a deathless name.
Boys to shape the paths for men,

Boys to guide the plow and pen,

Boys to forward the tasks begun,

For the world’s great work is never done.

The world is anxious to employ

Not just one but every boy

Whose heart and brain will e’er be true
To work his hands shall find to do
Honest, faithful, earnest, kind;

To good awake, to evil blind;

Heart of gold without alloy,

Wanted: The world wants such a boy.

“I’m glad I’m home,” he cried, and hung
His torn straw hat up in the hall,
While in a corner by the door
He put away his bat and ball.

“I wonder why,” his auntie said,
“This little lad always comes here,
When there are many other homes
As nice as this, and quite as near.”
He stood a moment deep in thought,
Then, with the love-light in his eye,
He pointed where his mother sat,
And said, “She lives here, that is why!”

With beaming face the mother heard;
Her mother-heart was very glad.
A true, sweet answer, he had given—
That thoughtful, loving little lad.
And wellI know that hosts of lads
Are just as loving, true, and dear;
That they would answer ashe did,
“Tis home, for mother’s living here.”
—By Susan TEALL PERRY,