A few more labored breaths and Jerry had, as we trust, "made the harbor."
"What if I had not used that last opportunity?" said Edith to herself as she walked back to her cottage.
Faye Huntington.
SIX O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING.
Our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace.
Thou art weighed in the balances and found wanting.
They praised the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid.
Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.
GRANDMA BURTON studied the verses in silence for a few minutes. "They are all good," she said at last; "I know a story about each of them; I've been trying to decide which to tell."
"It's the little chick's turn," Rollo said, good-naturedly, so the "little chick" had it, and the first verse on the paper was taken.
"Yes," said Grandma, "I knew the boy very well indeed who believed that, and lived by it; and he got his help too in the way that he least expected; just as help is apt to come. He was a little fellow when I was quite a young woman. We visited, my brother and I, at a house which was only across the street from a famous boarding-school for boys. There was one little fellow in that school whom I used to watch, because he looked like my little brother at home; he seemed very small to be in boarding-school. I wondered if he was homesick, and sometimes cried himself to sleep as my brother did the first time he went to uncle Daniel's alone on a visit.