Sowing and Reaping: A Temperance Story

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e shadows were lifted from her life. Faith took the place of doubting, and in the precious promises of the Bible she felt that her soul had found a safe and sure anchorage. If others believed because they had never doubted, she believed because she had doubted and her doubts had been dispelled by the rays of heaven, and believing, she had entered into rest. Feeling that she was bought with a price, she realized that she was not her own, but the captive of Divine Love, and that her talents were not given her to hide beneath a bushel or to use for merely selfish enjoyments. That her time was not her own to be frittered away by the demands of fashion or to be spent in unavailing regrets. Every reform which had for its object the lessening of human misery, or the increase of human happiness, found in her an earnest ally. On the subject of temperance she was terribly in earnest. Every fiber of her heart responded to its onward movement. There was no hut or den where human beings congregated that she felt was too vile or too repulsive to enter, if by so doing she could help lift some fallen soul out of the depths of sin and degradation. While some doub

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tenderly over a pale and fainting woman, whose face in

and want of proper food." Tears gathered in the eyes of Belle Gordon as she lifted the b

her home as soon as pos

oo heavy and

oughtfully, scanning her face, as the fea

. I seed her going down the street with a great big bundle,

is her

spec he's down to

does h

l hard. Come this way," said he with a quickness

ooked around and found an old tea pot in which there were a few leaves. There were some dry crusts in the cupboard, while two little children crouched by the embers in the grate, and cried for the mother. Belle soon found

t?" said Paul Clifford from whose gr

send them h

urt." Paul stood thoughtfully a moment before handing her the basket, and said-"That court has a very bad reputation; had I not bette

her? Her name is Mrs. Gough." "I think I do. If it is the person I mean, I remember her when she was as lighthearted and happy a girl as I ever saw, but she married against her

come home to die. Are h

would take her to her heart as readily as she ever did, but h

do they

p stairs, and sat down quietly, while Belle prepared some refreshing tea and

n the wan face, "I hate to leave her alone and yet

ooking thoughtfully into the

f her dress had a look of genuine refinement which comes not so much from mingling with people of culture as from the culture of her own moral and spiritual nature. She had learned to "look up and not to look down." To lend a helping hand wherever she felt it was needed. Her life was spent

is a wretched creature, but I wanted to get at his heart, and the best way to it was through his stomach. I never like to preach religion to hungry people. There is something very be