so to father and mother I can't bear it. They're so good to him. Mother always keeps a big bit of bread for him, never mind how pinched we are; and father scarcely ever scolds him. I can't be forgiving and forgiving all the time, and he never a bit the better for it."

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'Suppose that God said He could not be forgiving and forgiving all the time, where would my Rosy be?"

The child was silent, and Miss Raymond went on. "The reason that you feel so lonely, Rosy,-so far away from God, is, that you are keeping in your heart feelings that He does not love. Gentle Jesus cannot stay in a heart that is full of anger and bitterness. They crowd Him out, and He turns sadly away, thinking that His little lamb is wandering away from Him. Does this little lamb mean to let Him go from her, and leave her to lose herself in the wilderness; or, does she mean to drive these wicked feelings out of her heart and take Him in again, to be her joy and comfort?

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"I know that it is very difficult," she continued, after pausing a moment for an answer, 'very difficult, indeed, to forgive any one who abuses those we love; but Jesus Christ came to die for those who had rebelled against His Father, and cannot you be patient with one who sins against your father? It grieves the blessed Saviour to see, that after He has forgiven you so much you are so angry with your brother. You do not want to grieve Him, do you, Rosy?"

"No, I don't indeed I don't! But, Miss Raymond, it's so hard!"

"I know it is, my darling, I know it is; but you must go to Jesus for the strength you need for such a task. A feeble little girl like you could never carry such a weight alone, but there is One who will carry it for you. When you find that anything is too hard for you, take it to the Lord Jesus, and He will make it easy for His little child. He knew just how weak and tempted you were, when He

told you to forgive even as you wanted to be forgiven; He saw too that you were not strong enough to do it alone; but then He knew that He was able to help you, and that, weak as you were, you could do all things through Him. Do you not believe that, Rosy?"

"Yes; but then, Miss Raymond, it's so much easier to feel it when I'm sitting here by you, while you tell me all about it. When I go home and see how unhappy mother looks, and see poor father sitting with his foot up on a chair, and his face so troubled and anxious, it is very different. Then all the good feelings go away, and I get so vexed at Will, I don't know what to do. If I could only stay in Sunday-school with you all the time, I'm sure I'd be a better girl."

"But your Master does not want you to do that, Rosy. He wants you to go out into the world and work for Him. He does not mean that you shall be a drone in this busy hive; He has work for His little servant to do. Suppose that one of our soldiers should fall out of the ranks as the army was marching to battle, and, sitting down in some pleasant, sunny spot, should say, 'I love my country very much, so I mean to sit quietly here, and just think how grand she is, and how much I love to serve her;' what sort of a soldier would that be? Wouldn't he show his love more by standing up face to face with the enemies of his country, and fighting for her with all his strength and might? Of course he would; and so will my Rosy show her love for her Master by fighting in the ranks of His army. We want to sit down sometimes in the sunny nook to think of Him, but it must be after the battle is fought. Isn't that so, little soldier?"

"I guess it is," said Rosy, with sudden animation. "It's lazy to rest before you work, isn't it? I'm real glad I told it all to you, Miss Raymond. I feel so much better."

"Can you forgive Will now, Rosy?"

"I'll try very hard," she said, rather tremulously. "And God will forgive me, won't He?"

'Yes, dear. And if you try to be kind to your brother, all these angry, wicked feelings which have shut the door of your heart against the dear Saviour will pass away, and Jesus will come in again to make it glad."

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Then I'll be so happy again, won't I? I am real sorry I said I wasn't going to try to do Will good any more. I will try again as much as ever I can. If I don't do what I can for him, that won't be forgiving like I want God to forgive me,—will it ?"

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No, it would not. Is Will at home now, Rosy?"

No, ma'am. He hasn't been at home since he pushed father down. I suppose he's afraid to come back." "Do you know where he is?"

"No, ma'am; mother tried to find out this morning, but she couldn't. I-I- Rosy's face crimsoned as she hesitated.

"Could you have found him if you would, Rosy ?"

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Maybe some of the boys could have told me if I had asked, but—but-O Miss Raymond, I felt as if I couldn't bear to see him this morning. But that is all gone now," she continued, in a steadier tone. "I'll try this afternoon to find him; and if I do, I'll see and win him home. truly will."

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"I know you will," said Miss Raymond. "I see that the little soldier has buckled on her armour, and means to fight her battles bravely. But she must not forget to keep close to her Captain."

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No, I won't forget," said Rosy, thoughtfully. "I don't think I could let him go again, I've been so miserable without him."

And, with her young heart full to overflowing with its new-found peace and joy, the child went out on her mission.

CHAPTER VIII.

JOE TURNER'S.

"Now, Susy, we must run along as fast as we can," said Rosy, to her little sister, who had been waiting patiently for her during her long conversation with Miss Raymond; "mother will wonder what has become of us. Isn't it a beautiful afternoon? It makes one feel so bright and nice."

"Why, Rosy," said Susy, looking at her in amazement, "when we were coming to school I said it was nice, and you said 'I don't think so: it's horrid cold!'"

"Did I?" said Rosy, laughing merrily. "I don't think it is horrid now, anyway. Maybe I've got warmed up. I feel real good. Let's skip."

So they twined their arms around one another, and away they went down the street with that peculiar, dancing motion, which always tells us that a happy heart wings the light-springing foot. The little feet never "skip" when the heart is sad.

"There's Ned," said Rosy, as they approached the entrance to the court, and saw Ned Dolan standing near it; "he 's just the one I want."

Ned,"-motioning him away from the knot of boys with whom he was talking-"I'd like to speak to you.”

"What is it?" said he, sauntering slowly toward her. "Do you know where Will is ?”

No; but I guess I could hunt him up. I saw him this morning down at Joe Turner's."

"With that bad boy? Why, he's a thief, aint he?"

"Yes. I tried to make Will come home, but he said

your father was so angered at him that he wouldn't let him in."

"Don't you think maybe he'd come if I went after him ?"

"You! Why it's away across town, 'most down to the river; and an awful bad place, too. You couldn't go." Wouldn't you go with me, and take care of me, She came closer, and looked up at him coaxingly.

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Ned?"

"I think I could win him back; and I'm so afraid he'll get into trouble there.”

"I shouldn't think you'd want ugly enough to you when he's here. away."

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him back. He's I'd let him bide

Oh, no, Ned, that isn't right! That isn't the way we want God to do to us when we do wrong. Won't you

take me?"

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'Course I will, if you're set on goin'. But supposin' he aint there? He may be off t'other end of the city by this time."

"Then we'll be off to the other end, too," said Rosy, laughing. "We'll be as smart as he is. We'll find him, and bring him safe home."

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"Come along, then. I guess I can travel as far as you can. Seems to me you've brightened up considerable since last night. You didn't look much like laughin' then." Shall I tell you the reason, Ned? Don't you know said last night that you wasn't going to give up trying to be good? I'm afraid I had given up trying just then; and that was why I felt so miserable. But I've begun again; and the first thing is to find Will, and to be kind to him."

"I see," said Ned, thoughtfully.

ready for that job."

"Come on. I'm

"Wait one minute, till I tell mother;" and away she ran. "How late you are, Roзy!" said Mrs. Conroy, as the child sprang into the room, and pausing for one instant to