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his letters. Could some such little sisterly act of loving service lie buried in
his own past? For there was his own sister Emily, who had died when she
was fourteen, and he was ten. He could remember she had tried to teach him
the musical scales, — and how reluctant and unruly he had been! There was
a suspicious moisture in the keen eyes beneath the overhanging silvered
brows. He turned away and left the children sitting where they were.

“Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven,” he said to himself softly. ‘“ And
if we would enter in, we must win and keep the heart and the ways of child-
hood amid all the wisdom and weariness of later years. So Lydia did this to

 

please her parents! Do we old folk always consider what we may do to
please our Father who is in Heaven?”

Something came into the General’s mind at that moment. His thoughts
turned to the great, quiet house in London, which the lonely man called his
“home.” He thought of his good, faithful housekeeper, the widow of an
orderly, who had lived and died devoted to his service, and he remembered
how whenever he looked into the little parlor where she sat over the house-
keeping book or the stocking basket, there he found also her only son, a lad