The father lifted her gently from his knee, and went out without a word. The touch of a hand upon his shoulder roused the stranger, and he looked into David's face. 'What are you doing?' asked David. 'Praying.' 'For what?' 'For strength, for comfort I need both. Turn your face from me! I am breaking down!' A great sob came from the stranger's heart. David, with averted face, stood steady and silent for full five minutes. Then placed his hand upon the stranger's shoulder, and spoke: 'Come with me. I can give you a shelter to-night. My wife sent me to you.' 'God bless her!' 'Amen. Come, mate.' The stranger rose, and they walked together to the tent, where the woman and child awaited them. The stranger took off his cap--it was in tatters--and looked at the woman and her child, and stooped and kissed the little girl, who put her hand on his face, and said pityingly: 'Poor man! Are you hungry?' 'Yes, my child.' That the man and the woman should turn their backs suddenly upon him and make a perfectly unnecessary clatter, and become unnecessarily busy, touched the stranger's sensitive heart, and the unspoken words were in his mind, 'God be thanked! There is much good in the world.' More precious than gold, purer than diamonds, are these sweet and delicate ways. 'Now, David,' cried the woman briskly, 'supper's ready.' And David and his wife, notwithstanding that they had made their meal an hour ago, sat down with the stranger, and ate and drank with him. When supper was over, David said: 'We'll not talk to-night; you must be tired. You slept out last night, I suppose?' 'Yes.' 'And without a blanket, I'll bet!' 'Yes.' 'A good night's rest will do you good.' Upon this hint his wife brought some blankets, and gave them to the stranger. She and her husband and child slept in the back part of the small tent, the wall of division being strips of green baize. Before turning in, David said: 'You had best have a look round you in the morning; I can lend you a pick and shovel. My name's David.' 'Mine is Saul Fielding.' * * * * * By his patience and gentleness he soon made his way to the hearts of the residents in this small colony. First, the children loved him; the liking of the mothers followed naturally; and within a month every man there was his friend. Love is not hard to win. Try, you who doubt. Try, with gentleness and kindness, and with charitable heart. * * * * *