Christian herald and signs of our times . aboring there to enlighten the people andlead them to him who is greater than Buddha. THE CAPTAINS BARGAIN. A NEW SERIAL STORY. BY JI LIA MeXAIK WRIGHT. [Published by special arrangement with The National Temper-ance Society.] (Continued from page 303.) To Go, or Not to Go. ISTRESS LI2A put jPinkinto a high-chair, placedher at the table, and tieda bib under her Lizas motions werequick and nervous ; nowtheir energy was intensi-fied by w r a t h. Shebounced the waif intoanother high-chair, andtied a bib under his this was not out of
Christian herald and signs of our times . aboring there to enlighten the people andlead them to him who is greater than Buddha. THE CAPTAINS BARGAIN. A NEW SERIAL STORY. BY JI LIA MeXAIK WRIGHT. [Published by special arrangement with The National Temper-ance Society.] (Continued from page 303.) To Go, or Not to Go. ISTRESS LI2A put jPinkinto a high-chair, placedher at the table, and tieda bib under her Lizas motions werequick and nervous ; nowtheir energy was intensi-fied by w r a t h. Shebounced the waif intoanother high-chair, andtied a bib under his this was not out of deference to his dir-ty clothes. Probably it was out of deference toher own feelings, and her table-cloth. The door opened and a boy, who made anamazing amount of noise in walking, came inand sat down by Captain Zekiel, at the end ofthe table. The Captains remorse continued ;indeed, it deepened. He repented of everymouthful of food, even as he ate it. Pink, mollified by the sight of supper, leanedacross the table which separated her from. her little guest,set her small,white teeth to-g e t h e r, andopening her redlips in a grin,ezh i b 11 e d, aswith pride thedouble, gleam-ing row. Theboy smiled ather should hetiot smile ? had heap-ed his plate lib-erally with po-t a t o e s andgravy. Present-ly Pink filled aspoon from herown plate, and,leaning over,thrust it intothe strangersmouth. Thiswas , instantly,the changefulmaid lifted her-self in hei chairand gave Wob-bie a resound-i n g whack onthe head. Hewinked backthe tears like alittle hero, andonly nodded ather. What wasa blow with apewter spoon,to a boy eat-ing all he want-ed of hot pota-toes ? ThenPink, applying herself to her little mug of milk,drained it to the last drop, and burst into aloud wail for more. At once the little visitorheld out his own mug to her with both hissmall, grimy hands saying, Tate mine. Pink,unhesitant, took it all. It was freely until now had the boy
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