Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed. [Illustration] [Illustration] Twilight Stories. By CATHARINE SHAW Author of "Sunday Sunshine," "The Strange House," "At Last," etc. John F. Shaw & Co., Ltd., 3, Pilgrim Street, London, E. C. CONTENTS. CHAP. I. A TICKET FOR EACH II. WHAT THE SHEPHERD KNOWS III. FOLLOWING IV. KEPT AT HOME V. ROBBIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE VI. THE FLOWER OF HOPE VII. MILICENT'S MUSIC VIII. SERVES HIM RIGHT IX. NELLIE'S HINDRANCE X. THE EARWIG XI. LOST ON THE COMMON XII. BLACKBERRYING XIII. THE STOPPED WATCH XIV. THE MIDNIGHT A, B, C XV. VERA'S CONTENT XVI. A SEARCH FOR VIOLETS XVII. SUMMER DAYS XVIII. BECAUSE XIX. THE HAUNTED ROOM XX. AGATHA'S STORY XXI. UNDER THE STARS XXII. KINDLED XXIII. TOM'S PERSUASIONS XXIV. A MESSAGE FROM AMERICA XXV. HOW TO FIND XXVI. WORTH WHILE XXVII. MID-WINTER TWILIGHT STORIES. CHAPTER I. A TICKET FOR EACH. "COME along, Auntie! The tea will not be in for a few minutes, and the fire is bright and the curtains are drawn. Just sit down and give us a twilight talk. It is New Year's day, and of course we want something to help us on our way." Their Aunt smiled. She had come to stay with them for a long visit. The four gathered round her knew that she had passed through deep trials, and they also knew that she had come out of them nearer to the Celestial City, like "Christian" from "The Slough of Despond." They did not guess that their love and sympathy helped her very much too. "Well!" she said, brightly, "I was thinking this morning about God's promises, and I made up my mind to take one each day this year to live upon!" "How do you mean?" asked Rose. "Every morning to take some distinct promise, or assurance, out of the Bible, and think about it whenever I could, and remind God of it whenever I was in any difficulty. I'm going to call it my ticket!" "Your 'ticket,' Auntie?" said Oswald, affectionately. "I do not believe you want a ticket to get into God's presence. Is that what you mean?" The others smiled, and Aunt Ruth laughed a little. "Well—it's just as well to have a ticket! The other day, do you remember? I went to a large concert. Inside was light and music, and friends; outside was cold, dull weather, and policemen and hall-keepers jealously guarding the way. "I was glad to have a ticket then, I can tell you; and it struck me this morning that there is nothing Satan likes better than to say, as those hall-keepers did: 'This is not the way! Where's your ticket?'" "And how is that like God's promises?" said Tom, bluntly. "Like this. In God's presence is light and warmth and music. Satan would keep us outside; but when we can say to him 'God said so,' he has not a word to answer, and is obliged to let us pass!"