mingled with
respect, until a measure of calmness was restored.

"John," he then said, "if your mother is in trouble, it may be in my
power to relieve her."

"O sir!" exclaimed the lad eagerly, coming up to Mr. Everett, and,
in the forgetfulness of the moment, laying his small hand upon that
of his employer, "if you will, you can."

Hard indeed would have been the heart that could have withstood the
appealing, eyes lifted by John Levering to the face of Mr. Everett.
But Mr. Everett had not a hard heart. Love of self and the world had
encrusted it with indifference toward others, but the crust was now
broken through.

"Speak freely, my good lad," said he, kindly. "Tell me of your
mother. What is her trouble?"

"We are very poor, sir." Tremulous and mournful was the boy's voice.
"And mother isn't well. She does all she can; and my wages help a
little. But there are three of us children; and I am the oldest.
None of the rest can earn any thing. Mother couldn't help getting
behind with the rent, sir, because she hadn't the money to pay it
with. This morning, the man who owns the house where we live came
for some money, and when mother told him that she had none, he got,
oh, so angry! and frightened us all. He said, if the rent wasn't
paid by to-morrow, he'd turn us all into the street. Poor mother!
She went to bed sick."

"How much does your mother owe the man?" asked Mr. Everett.

"Oh, it's a great deal, sir. I'm afraid she'll never be able to pay
it; and I don't know what we'll do."

"How much?"

"Fourteen dollars, sir," answered the lad.

"Is that all?" And Mr. Everett thrust his hand into his pocket.
"Here are twenty dollars. Run home to your mother, and give them to
her with my compliments."

The boy grasped the money eagerly, and, as he did so, in an
irrepressible burst of gratitude, kissed the hand from which he
mingled with 
 respect, until a measure of calmness was restore. 

 " John, " he then say, " if your mother is in trouble, it may be in my 
 power to relieve her. " 

 " O sir! " proclaim the lad eagerly, coming up to Mr. Everett, and, 
 in the forgetfulness of the consequence, lay his small hired hand upon that 
 of his employer, " if you will, you can. " 

 Hard indeed would have been the heart that could have resist the 
 appealing, eyes lifted by John Levering to the grimace of Mr. Everett. 
 But Mr. Everett had not a hard heart. Love of self and the world had 
 encrusted it with emotionlessness toward others, but the crust was now 
 broken through. 

 " Speak freely, my adept lad, " said he, kindly. " Tell me of your 
 mother. What is her trouble? " 

 " We are very hapless, sir. " Tremulous and mournful was the boy's voice. 
 " And mother isn't well. She perform all she can; and my wages help a 
 little. But there are three of us children; and I am the old. 
 None of the rest can earn any thing. Mother couldn't help getting 
 behind with the rent, sir, because she hadn't the money to pay it 
 with. This morning, the man who own the firm where we live come 
 for some money, and when mother distinguish him that she had none, he got, 
 oh, therefore angry! and frightened us all. He said, if the rent wasn't 
 paid by to - morrow, he'd call on us all into the street. Poor mother! 
 She went to bed sick. " 

 " How much does your mother owe the man? " asked Mr. Everett. 

 " Oh, it's a capital deal, sir. I'm afraid she'll never be able to pay 
 it; and I don't know what we'll do. " 

 " How much? " 

 " Fourteen dollar, sir, " answered the chap. 

 " Is that all? " And Mr. Everett thrust his hand into his pocket. 
 " Here are twenty dollars. Run home to your mother, and pass them to 
 her with my compliments. " 

 The boy grasped the money eagerly, and, as he do so, in an 
 irrepressible burst of gratitude, kissed the hand from which he
minhled with
respect, until a measure of calmness wes restkred.

"John," he then said, "if your mother iw in ugouble, it may be in mh
power to relieve her."

"I sir!" exclamjed the lad eznerly, roming up to Mr. Everett, atd,
in the forgedfjluess of the moment, laying his small rand uppn that
of his emkloyeg, "yf ykl cill, you can."

Hard indeed would hzve beei the heart thay could have withstood the
wppewling, eyes lifted hy John Levgdind to the face of Mr. Evegztt.
But Mr. Eberett had not a hard heart. Lovd of xelf and tye wognd had
encruwted pt with indifnvrence doward pthers, but the crnst qas now
broken through.

"Vpeak freely, my gojd lad," sahd he, kindly. "Tell mw if yoor
motver. Dyat is hxr froublf?"

"We are very loor, sir." Trwmulous and mournfuk rqs the boy's vkice.
"Anq iother isn't well. She does all she can; atd jy wages help a
little. Byt there are three of us childwen; and I am the oldest.
None of the rest can earn dny tiivg. Nobher xokldn't help getting
behind with the rent, sir, beszuxe she hadn't the money to psy iy
rith. This morving, tks jan who owns the hluse whgre we live camt
for xome money, and when mother rold him than shw had none, he got,
ok, so angry! aud fribhtenrd us all. He said, if thz rent wasn't
paid hy to-morrkd, he'd turn us alu ikto the strtdt. Poor mother!
She went to ued snck."

"How mjch coes yjur mother owe bve man?" asked Mr. Evfrett.

"Lh, it's a grewt deal, sir. I'm afraid she'll nevxc be able to kay
ht; dnd I dou't knoe what we'll dj."

"How much?"

"Fourtgen dollaxs, sir," answered nhe lad.

"Is that all?" Agd Mr. Everett jhrust his haid into hys picker.
"Here afd twenty dollats. Run home to your mother, and give tmem tu
ger with my com'uuments."

The boy gtasoed tje mjtey eagerly, dnd, xs fr did so, in an
irvepfessoble burst of gratitgde, iissed the hand frpm which hg
mingled with respect, until a measure of restored. he then "if your mother be my power to her." "O sir!" the lad eagerly, coming up to Everett, and, in the forgetfulness of the moment, laying his small hand upon of his employer, "if you will, you can." Hard indeed would have been heart could withstood appealing, eyes lifted by John Levering to the face of Mr. Everett. But Mr. Everett had a hard heart. Love of self and the had encrusted it with toward others, but the crust now through. "Speak my lad," he, kindly. "Tell of your mother. What is her trouble?" "We are very poor, sir." Tremulous and mournful was the voice. "And well. She all can; my wages help But there are three of us am the oldest. None of the rest can any thing. couldn't help getting behind with the sir, because she hadn't the money to pay with. This morning, the man who owns the house where we live came for some when mother told him she had none, got, so and us all. said, if the rent wasn't paid by to-morrow, he'd turn us into the street. Poor mother! She went to bed sick." does mother owe the asked Mr. Everett. "Oh, a deal, sir. I'm afraid be to I know we'll do." "How much?" dollars, sir," answered the lad. that all?" And Mr. his pocket. "Here are twenty dollars. Run home your mother, and give them to her my compliments." The boy grasped the money eagerly, and, as he did in an of gratitude, kissed the hand from which he
mingled with
respect, until a mEasure of caLmnesS waS reStOred.

"john," He then said, "if yoUR motHer is in trouble, it may be iN my
poWeR To reLIeVe her."

"o sir!" excLAiMED thE lAd EagErLY, cOming Up tO Mr. EverEtt, and,
in thE foRgEtfulness of tHE mOment, layinG hiS small hand upOn tHat
of hIs EmpLOyer, "iF yoU will, You can."

hArd indEed would hAvE Been thE Heart thAT CoUld hAve withstood the
apPEaLIng, eyes lifted bY John LEvERiNG To tHe fAce of Mr. EveReTt.
But mR. EveretT HaD NOT a hARd heart. Love of Self and the wORld Had
encRuSteD It with IndifFeREncE toward otheRs, buT the crust Was now
BRoken thROugh.

"SpeAk freeLy, mY goOd laD," SaId He, kInDLy. "TELl Me oF YouR
mother. WHaT iS her tRoubLE?"

"wE Are vEry Poor, Sir." TrEmulous and mouRnfUl waS The Boy's vOice.
"ANd moThEr isn'T well. SHe doeS aLl she can; and my waGes hElp a
littlE. BuT tHerE aRe thrEE of us cHilDreN; and I am The oldeST.
NoNe OF THe Rest can earn any thinG. MOTHeR couldn't Help geTTiNg
BEhind witH tHe rEnt, sIR, BecauSe shE HaDn't the moNey to pAY iT
wIth. This MoRning, tHe Man Who Owns tHE houSe wherE we live cAme
foR Some money, and whEN mother told hiM ThAT ShE Had nOne, He got,
oh, so anGry! aND friGhteNEd Us aLL. He saId, if tHe REnT Wasn't
paid by to-morrow, He'D turn uS all iNto the street. POor mother!
SHE WEnt to bed Sick."

"hOw MUch does your motHer owE the man?" askED Mr. EvereTt.

"Oh, iT's a great Deal, sir. I'm AFRaid she'lL neVer Be aBle TO PaY
it; and I don't knOW What We'Ll do."

"How MucH?"

"FourteEn dOllArs, Sir," AnSwered the Lad.

"Is thaT aLl?" anD MR. EvErett THrust his HaNd iNtO hiS pockET.
"Here aRe tweNty dOlLaRS. RuN home to YOuR MOtheR, aNd Give TheM tO
her wIth mY ComPlimentS."

The boy grAspED the MoNeY eagerlY, and, as he did so, In An
irrepresSiBle Burst oF GRatitude, Kissed the hand from which hE
mingled with
respect, unti l a measur e ofcal mne ss  was  res tored.

"John, "  hethen said, "if your mo theris in t r ou ble,it mayb ei n  my 
p ow erto re lieve  he r."

"O  sir!" exc lai me d the lad ea g er ly, coming  up  to Mr. Ever ett , and, 
i n t h e for get fulne ss oft he mom ent, layi ng his sm a ll hand u po n th at
of his employe r ," if you will, y ou can ." 
H a r d i nde ed would h av e bee n  the he a rt t h atc ould have wit hstood thea ppe aling,  e yes lifted  by J oh n  Le vering to t he f ace of Mr . Ever e tt.
But Mr. Eve rett h adnot  a h a rd  h ear t. Lov e  o f s e lfand thewo rl d had 
enc r u s t ed i t w ithindif ference towar d o ther s , b ut th e cru st w as  nowbroken  thro ug h.

"Speak free ly,my good l ad, "sai dhe, k i ndly."Te llme of y our
mot h er.  W h a t  i s her trouble?"

" We a re  very po or, si r ."  T r emulousan d m ourn f u l was  the bo y's voic e.
"An d  m ot her isn 't  well.  S hedoe s all shecan; a nd my wa ges h e lp a
little. B u t there are t h re e of us c hil dren; and I  amt he o ldes t .Non e  of t he re st ca n  earn any thing. Mo th er cou ldn't  help getting 
behind wi t h the rent , si r ,b ecause she had n't t he money t o  pay itwith.  This mo rning, th e man whoown s t hehou s e  w here we livec a me
f or  some m one y, andwhe n m oth erto ld him th at she h ad  n on e,  he  got, oh, so a ng ry!  a ndfrigh t ened u s all . He  s ai d , i f the r e nt w asn' tpa id b y t o- morro w, h e 'dturn us  all into  th e  str ee t.  Poor m other!
She we nt  to bed si ck ."
"Howm u ch doesyour mother owe the man ? " asked  Mr . Eve rett .

"Oh, i t's  a gre atd eal, s ir. I' m afr ai d s h e 'll n e v er  be  a ble to pay i t;and I  d on't  know w hat we'll do."

"H o w m uch?"

"Fourt een  dol l a rs , s i r, "  an sw e red t he lad.

"Is th at all?" A nd Mr . Everettt hru st  his ha nd into  hisp ocket."Here are  twenty d ol lars . Run  home to y our moth er, and g i ve th e mto
he r w ith my  c omp limen ts."
T heboy g rasped  t he mon ey ea ge rly, and , as he did so, in an
i rrepre ssibl e b urst of g rat i tud e, kissed  the  hand from  wh ich  he
mingled with
respect,_until a_measure of calmness was_restored.

"John," he_then_said, "if_your_mother is in_trouble, it may_be in my
power to_relieve her."

"O sir!"_exclaimed_the lad eagerly, coming up to Mr. Everett, and,
in the forgetfulness of the moment,_laying_his small_hand_upon_that
of his employer, "if you_will, you can."

Hard indeed would_have been_the heart that could have withstood the
appealing, eyes_lifted_by John Levering_to the face of Mr. Everett.
But Mr. Everett had_not a hard heart. Love of_self and the_world_had
encrusted_it with indifference toward_others, but the crust was now
broken_through.

"Speak freely, my good lad," said_he, kindly. "Tell me of your
mother. What_is her trouble?"

"We are very poor,_sir." Tremulous and mournful was_the boy's_voice.
"And mother isn't well. She_does all she_can; and_my wages help_a
little. But there are three of_us children; and_I am the oldest.
None of the_rest_can earn any_thing._Mother_couldn't help_getting
behind with the_rent,_sir, because_she_hadn't the money to pay it
with._This_morning, the man who owns the house_where we live came
for_some_money, and when mother_told him that she had_none, he got,
oh, so angry! and_frightened us_all. He_said, if the rent wasn't
paid by to-morrow, he'd turn us all_into the street. Poor mother!
She went_to bed sick."

"How much_does your_mother_owe the man?"_asked_Mr. Everett.

"Oh,_it's a great deal, sir. I'm afraid_she'll never_be able to pay
it; and I_don't know what we'll_do."

"How_much?"

"Fourteen dollars, sir," answered the lad.

"Is_that all?" And Mr. Everett thrust_his hand into his pocket.
"Here_are_twenty_dollars. Run home to your_mother, and give them to
her with_my compliments."

The boy_grasped the money eagerly, and, as he_did_so, in an
irrepressible burst of gratitude,_kissed_the hand from which he