"Papa," she said, as he lifted her, "do you think my soldier has a trouble in his mind?"
"I think he has."
"Wont you help him, papa?" said Bessie, who, like most little children, thought her father able to help and comfort every one.
"I could only show him where he could find help, my darling, and I do not think he cares to have me tell him."
"Then is there no one that can help him, papa?"
"Yes, there is One who can give him all the help he needs."
"You mean the One who lives up there?" said Bessie, pointing to the sky.
"Yes. Will my Bessie pray that her friend may receive all the help he needs from that great merciful Father?"
"Oh, yes, papa, and you'll ask him, and my soldier will ask him, and he'll be sure to listen; wont he?"
Mr. Bradford did not tell his little girl that the colonel would not ask such aid for himself; he only kissed her and carried her in. Bessie did not forget her friend that night when she said her evening prayers.