Elias, our native helper, preached a good sermon this morning. Usually on each Saturday night he comes here to ask questions in regard to the meaning of the parables or stories of the Bible. To-day, however, he quite outdid himself. The lesson was from the story of the Wise Men and the Star. He read the story and explained it. Then he said, "Christ is not on earth now in bodily form. There is no bright star placed in the heavens to guide us to him, or to show us the way to him, but, (holding up the Bible) here is our guiding star. This is the only light that can enlighten our dark minds. This will show us where to find Christ. We may try to civilize men with law, but it can only be done with the Gospel. You do not care to be told that you are sinners, but you rejoice to hear that you may be saved." His exhortation was really fine, and yet he seems ordinarily a very common-place man. His little girl has been near the gates of death, but has been miraculously spared, and it has been a means of grace to the parents. The little baby, Mary Clementine, (my only namesake), is not yet very strong; a relapse may take her off at any time. If it is God's will I hope she may be spared. This afternoon Elias went up to hold services at the Upper Station and I took charge of the meeting here. I told them something of the mission work in Africa. All seemed greatly interested. A son-in-law of Sitting-Bull and wife came here to-day with their sick baby. They drove twenty miles to see me. The poor baby is very sick and suffered very much. I can hear its moans and cries now. I did all I could for it, but it is a forty-mile ride to visit it and I had to give medicine for a week. They will bring it again in a week. O, how I pity these poor helpless people! This man, One-Bull, has been baptized by the Catholics. He is the Chief of Police. His wife is Sitting-Bull's daughter or niece. Sitting-Bull is called the greatest medicine-man they have, and now in their helplessness they come here to me. Surely God is opening these homes and hearts very wide. * * * * * OUR YOUNG FOLKS. THE TRUE BLUE CARD. BY SARAH MAY. "Why are you laughing so here all alone, Auntie?" said Ralph Hill, as he came into a room where Inez Hill sat reading a letter and laughing till the tears ran down her cheeks. "Do tell me, please. It must be so funny--and what are all these blue cards?" "One thing at a time, Ralph," said Aunt Inez. "I'll read you the letter I was laughing at and then tell you about the blue cards, for they go together. The letter is from a dear friend who is teaching the colored children in the South. It tells of her first attempts with them. I'll not read it all. Listen:" _My Dear Old Friend:_ I must tell you to-day about my promising pupil, Nan. _I_ am learning patience whether she learns anything or not. One day I overheard Nan and Lila (the pretty mulatto girl I told you about) talking together about like this: