The room had now grown quiet, and Mr. Burrows, after opening the paper, announced the title,-- "WHAT JESUS CHRIST SAYS." Then read slowly and reverently, while the wondering scholars spelled out the name. "E Even the night shall lie light about thee. D Depart from evil and do good. W Whosoever cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out. A A new heart will I give you. R Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. D Draw nigh to God, and He will draw nigh to thee. "L Lo, I am with you always. E Ever follow that which is good. W Whosoever abideth in Him, sinneth not. I I will go before thee, and make the crooked paths straight. S So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper." What a silent and astonished company listened to this reading, and spelled the name "Edward Lewis!" "Edward," Mr. Burrows said at last, "who found those verses for you?" "I found them, sir, in my Bible. I've got them all marked!" speaking eagerly, willing this time to bring proof that he was telling the truth. Mr. Burrows' voice almost trembled as he answered,-- "It is a beautiful collection of some of the most precious verses in the Bible. It was a fine idea; I am very much surprised and pleased. I wish that you, and every scholar of mine, could feel in your hearts the full meaning of those words of Jesus." * * * * * "I can't to-night, Howard," said Ellis Holbrook, in answer to his friend's coaxings to accompany him home; "I've got something else to attend to. Hallo, Tip! Tip Lewis! Hold on a bit! I'm going your way. No, Howard, I'll come up in the morning; I really _can't_ to-night." Tip waited in wondering silence, while the boy, whom he counted an enemy, hurried towards him. Ellis was a bold, prompt boy: when he had anything to say, he _said_ it; so he came to the point at once. "See here, Tip, did I blunder the other day when I told Mr. Burrows you threw paper? I thought I saw you." "Yes," said Tip, "you did. I didn't throw a bit of paper that day." "Well, father said he thought I was mistaken. I'm sure I supposed I was telling the truth. I'm sorry. I'll say so to Mr. Burrows and the boys, if you like, and let him find out who did it, and then was mean enough to see you whipped for it." Tip struggled a little. "No," he said at last, "let it go. The whipping is done, and can't be undone; I don't want to make any more bother about it." Ellis eyed him curiously. "You're a queer fellow," he said at last. "I expect you had about the best acrostic, this afternoon, that can be written."