Do you suppose God knew that May Vinton could reach that wayward boy's heart, and help him to a better life, and so planned all this to bring about the meeting? Do you not suppose that he knew that Watt's sacrifice would make him stronger and better? It was a day or two after the boys reached the beautiful home of the Vintons that Fred sat in May's lovely room, chatting confidentially with her. Watt had been called to the library by his guardian, and the boy was left alone with the loveliest young lady he had ever met. Just how it was I do not know; Fred himself does not know, but it was not long before he was telling this new and it seemed to him first friend he had ever known, all his story; how nobody loved him, and how he hated everybody; how dreadful it was to have a stepmother, and a great deal of nonsense which to the mistaken and misunderstood boy seemed very solemn truth. I have not space in which to tell you how May Vinton helped him to a better understanding of himself, and of his position. But at the close of one of the many conversations which they had during Fred's visit, he said: "I see how it is! I have been more to blame than anybody else. But the boys have got so used to expecting hatefulness from me, they would never understand if I tried to do differently." "Never is a long time," said Miss Vinton. One day Watt said to his cousin, "What have you done to Fred? He is so different here!" "Perhaps more will come of your sacrifice than you expected," replied May quietly. "What do you know about a sacrifice?" asked Watt quickly. A smile was her only reply. More did grow out of it all than anyone would have suspected. May Vinton's seed-sowing was on good ground. By her love and sympathy she had softened the soil, and the heart of the friendless boy opened to the refining and elevating influences she threw around him, and a month later Watt wrote, "Fred is just as different as you can think. The boys all like him now." FAYE HUNTINGTON. SIX O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING. SO THEY READ IN THE BOOK IN THE LAW OF GOD DISTINCTLY, AND GAVE THE SENSE, AND CAUSED THEM TO UNDERSTAND THE READING. SO WILL I GO IN UNTO THE KING, WHICH IS NOT ACCORDING TO THE LAW; AND IF I PERISH, I PERISH. BEHOLD, I WILL SEND MY MESSENGER, AND HE SHALL PREPARE THE WAY BEFORE ME. THY THRONE, O GOD, IS FOREVER AND EVER; THE SCEPTRE OF THY KINGDOM IS A RIGHT SCEPTRE. GRANDMA BURTON looked steadily at the first verse, and laughed. "I wish I could show you children the picture I see whenever I read this verse," she said. "Though I don't know as you would think I ought to feel much like laughing." "Why, Grandma?" and, "O Grandma, tell us what you see!" and, "Grandma, show us the picture, won't you?" this was the chorus which greeted her laugh.