Produced by Suzanne Shell, Sam W. and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net LIVE TO BE USEFUL OR, _THE STORY OF ANNIE LEE AND HER IRISH NURSE._ [Decoration] _THOMAS NELSON AND SONS_ _London, Edinburgh, Dublin, and New York_ _1913_ [Illustration: Annorah turned, and saw the shadow of a man on the sloping rock. _Page 25._] LIVE TO BE USEFUL. CHAPTER I. ANNIE'S PLAN. Annie Lee was a cripple. Until her eighth summer she had been strong and well, like most other children; but then disease began to appear, and although she had skilful doctors and kind nurses, it was soon too plain that she was never to be well again. Five years of pain and weakness had been her portion at the time our story commences. So accustomed had she become to her sad situation, that it seemed like a delusive dream when she remembered the sportive hours of her earlier childhood. Like other sick children, she was far more thoughtful than was quite natural at her age, and very seldom in her easiest moments laughed aloud. But she was not an unhappy child. As soon as she was old enough to understand that she had a sinful heart and needed salvation, she had earnestly sought the Saviour of sinners, and had been graciously received by him, and made a lamb of his flock. In the school of Christ she learned to bear pain without murmuring, and to submit with cheerfulness to her lot in life. Instead of requiring comfort from her parents, who seemed to realize her misfortune more fully than she did herself, she became their consoler, and rarely failed in her efforts to lighten their sorrow on her account. "It might have been so much worse, mamma," she said one day, when Mrs. Lee was lamenting her condition. "Only think of poor lame Phelim, Biddy Dillon's little boy." "What is the matter with him?" asked her mother. "Have you not seen him? He is often in the back-yard when Biddy comes to wash in the kitchen. I've watched him often. I think it was before he came to this country--but I'm not sure--that a large stone, falling from a wall, so mangled his poor limbs that one of them had to be cut off. I never see him limping about on his crutches while Biddy is washing without thanking God for my happier fate." "Why, Annie, it is not probable that he suffers one-half as much as you do." "As much _pain_, do you mean, mamma?" "Yes." "I wasn't thinking of that. They are very poor; and if he lives to be a man, how can he earn the comforts of life? I need have no care on that account." "I daresay he has none. There are several trades that he might learn which require a sitting posture; he might be a shoemaker, for instance. Do not fret on his account, Annie."