He did not wish to listen or hear anything that might be said by a despicable pale face, but when the young missionary, with heart on fire for very love of his theme, told of the innocent little baby, born in the far-off East, Dan became unconsciously interested in _that baby_. Then, in words, every one of which his hearers understood, the speaker told of the eager, intelligent boy, who lingered in the temple to ask questions of the wise old doctors. Then the child became a man and did wondrous things, and for the needy, the poor, the blind, the sick, the sinning! In most touching accents he went on and told of the cruel return this dear child, this bright boy, this loving, helpful man received at the hands of those he had only helped and blessed. He came at last to the piteous scenes at the cross, and when he cried out: “And it was all for you, poor Indian, for you and me—for us all,” Trapper Dan was surprised to find the tears raining over his painted cheeks, and the anger and hatred was all gone from his poor heart. He lingered to hear the young preacher tell of the forgiveness of the Saviour towards his cruel enemies, then he turned away; and it was not a savage any longer, but a softened, forgiving man, who went back to the crude little home on the borders of the great solemn forest. He wanted now so much to forgive those who were wronging him, that early the next morning the land agent was surprised to see Trapper Dan walk into his office, and holding out a friendly hand, say bluntly: “I forgive all for the dear Jesus’ sake—he die for poor Indian. I give up home, give up land—um sorry, but I no harm pale face.” Later the same day the missionary found Trapper Dan, and was amazed at the man’s gentle, forgiving spirit. A ferocious look had stolen for a moment into his face when telling of his labor and his wrongs, but it died out at the name of Jesus. It transpired that the little home was not disturbed after all, and the missionary not long after remarked feelingly to the agent: “Only give him a fair chance, only treat him like a man and a brother, treat him fairly and squarely, teach him Christ so he will know him for a Saviour, and I will answer for the Indian. He may appear the savage until taught better things, but he has the heart of a human being after all.” * * * * * BRING IN THE TITHES. MAL. 3: 10. BY NOEL HALL. Bring in the tithes, bring in the tithes, The hovering blessing, haste to claim; Or gold, or incense, corn, or wine, Bring to the honor of His name— The Giving One, whose law demands Thank-loans, returned into his hands. Bring in the tithes, while faith is warm, And love rehearses all his grace; While zeal inspired, would fain go forth, And bear his fame from place to place: Your work, his treasury to fill— The Lord’s, to bless you as he will.