This eminent judge, who has sat on the judicial bench with great distinction for twenty-nine years, told his hearers that resoluteness of purpose had been the secret of his success. “What I will say to all of you,” he remarked, “is this. I became a judge because I had made up my mind and will, from the beginning, that I would be a judge. Do not suppose I had no checks, and that there were not occasional times when it appeared that one was being passed over. I said, ‘Never mind the checks; I will go on, and I will get to the top, if it is possible to do it!’ I recommend that to you all.” SUCH IS FAME. The great Napoleon, more than a year after he had become Emperor, tried to find out if there was anyone in France who had never heard of him. It was not long before he discovered a wood-cutter at Montmartre within the walls of Paris, to whom the name of Napoleon was quite unknown, and, more than that, the man was ignorant of the Revolution and had no knowledge of the fact that Louis XVI. was dead. Another anecdote showing equally well that the trumpet of fame does not reach the ears of everybody was told by Mr. Roebuck in the course of a speech made at Salisbury in 1852. He told his audience that when he mentioned the recent death of the Duke of Wellington to a “shrewd Hampshire labourer,” the man replied— “I be very sorry for he. But who was he?” KINDNESS AND COURAGE. Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone: Kindness in another’s trouble, Courage in your own. A REAL FRIEND.—Account her your real friend who desires your good rather than your good-will. * * * * * ANSWER TO TRIPLE ACROSTIC (p. 63). (_Extra Christmas Part._) 1. E ver G ree N 2. L E A 3. I st H mi A 4. S o l A nu M 5. H u Z z A 6. A nd I ro N Elisha—Gehazi—Naaman. “OUR HERO.” BY AGNES GIBERNE, Author of “Sun, Moon and Stars,” “The Girl at the Dower House,” etc. CHAPTER XV. FROM OVER THE WATER. Lucille, turning to go, made a little sign to Roy to follow her. Ivor opened the door, moving mechanically, as if his mind were far away; and Roy, with a show of reluctance, went in her rear. “But, Mademoiselle, I want to know about them all at home. Molly most! And Den can tell me.” “Yes; soon. But would you not leave Monsieur to read his letter in peace? Would not that be kind?” “Are you more sorry for Den than for the rest of us?” demanded Roy, his frank grey eyes looking Lucille in the face somewhat laughingly. The question took her by surprise; and afterwards she recurred to it, wondering at the boy’s unconscious penetration. At the moment she met his glance readily enough. “I do not know. I am sorry for you all. But Captain Ivor—yes, perhaps most. I am not sure. He is more changed by his imprisonment than any. Cannot you perceive? _Mais non_—you are a boy—you do not look.”