Christian herald and signs of our times . the Lord to guideyou, and then, as Jamie says, itll be for good. With a smile and kind nod Mr. Stuart passedon, and as Mary filled Ellies water-can, tearscoursed quickly down her cheeks. But beforeshe set the table for supper that evening she wasas bright as ever. To see the world ! To bewith her dear brother ! The thought of changewas delightful to a girl of twenty, strong andenergetic as she was. She sang hymns as usualwhile she mended the childrens clothes oy thelight of her tallow candle, and her heart wasrunning over with joy and gratitude to God.
Christian herald and signs of our times . the Lord to guideyou, and then, as Jamie says, itll be for good. With a smile and kind nod Mr. Stuart passedon, and as Mary filled Ellies water-can, tearscoursed quickly down her cheeks. But beforeshe set the table for supper that evening she wasas bright as ever. To see the world ! To bewith her dear brother ! The thought of changewas delightful to a girl of twenty, strong andenergetic as she was. She sang hymns as usualwhile she mended the childrens clothes oy thelight of her tallow candle, and her heart wasrunning over with joy and gratitude to God. But it was not unalloyed joy, for Mary learned,now that the time for which she once longedwas actually near, that she would be leaving avacant place behind which would not be easilyfilled. How many of these poor people wouldmiss her ! How they loved her ! She did notknow it before. Now *>he saw that her goingwould bring a shadow on many homes, andwould render many a hard lot a little harder. Mary saw things in a new light. She would. Mary Fleming at the Well. like to go to America, but what was her duty-1Her life would be easier for the change, but couldshe do as much good in her new sphere ? Maryspent a long time in prayer that night, and inthe morning she announced her resolve to stayat home. It was a sacrifice of her inclinationsthat cost a pang, but she entered into a life ofconsecrated service which, wherever spent,always brings joys attainable by no other course. AT THE MISSION. A SERIAL STORY.{Continued from page 207.) On the Whaler. Scarcely had the first bar of golden lightstreaked the eastern horizon, when across thatbar a dark object was visible on the sea. Julietsprang up to a standing position on her heavingraft. Yes, instead of the floating ice, which hadalmost disappeared during the night, Juliet sawmore and more distinctly a sail, and a mastabove it. Some vessel was on the sea, and notvery far off, but much too far for her voice toreach whoever might be on b
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