the rebel into his kingdom, I will answer that question you asked me long ago. I am sorry to have troubled Jesus, and never, God helping me, will I grieve Him more."

He put his arms around her, and she laid her face down beside him on the pillow without a word.

"Are you happy, my darling?"

"Happy, grandpa!" she whispered: "oh, isn't our Jesus too good?"

When Thomas Bray came in from church, he paused at the door to look at the picture before him. The flickering firelight fell upon his child, glowing over her rosy, meditative face, as she sat with one hand supporting her chin, gazing into the fire with a happy, dreamy look; and rising higher lit up the figure of the old man, stretched upon the settle, gleaming in his white hair, and seeming to bring a smile into the sleeping face which had lost its wearied look, and, despite the furrows which age and toil had worn there, was as peaceful as that of the child at his side.

The click of the latch roused Margery from her reverie. She lifted her finger to warn him to be silent, but came quickly forward.

"Grandpa's asleep," she said, softly. "But, O father!" and she laid her cheek to his, as he lifted her in his arms, "didn't I tell you this was the very day for something glad to happen? The kingdom has come, father. Grandpa loves our Lord Jesus."

MARGERY'S CITY HOME.

CHAPTER I.

THE FAIRY IN TROUBLE.

"WHAT a risk for such a child to run!" said a gentleman to himself, as, riding up Broadway in an omnibus, he noticed a little girl who ran from the side-walk and sprang upon the step of the stage.

The next moment he saw the lash of the driver's whip quivering in the air.

"Stop! stop! it is a girl!" he cried out, quickly.

Perhaps the driver did not hear the loud call; at any rate he did not heed it. The heavy lash cut across her thinly-clad shoulders, and the door, flung open, struck her in the back, and threw her violently to the ground.

The gentleman sprang out of the omnibus, and a tall policeman came quickly from the side-walk, for Broadway was thronged with vehicles, and the child lay motionless among the crowding carriages and carts. A number of people gathered around, jostling and pushing one another, to see what was the cause of the excitement; so that when the policeman, having lifted the little girl in his arms, turned to go back to the side-walk, he could scarcely force his way.