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"Yet for an opinion, something I “I must,” she said; “there is no help cannot help—because I cannot believe as for me. A wrong act never yet worked you do, you are willing to."

a good result. I would willingly die for “I must,” she said, trying to speak you, for there would be no sin in that. calmly.

But I dare not marry you." “This must is of your own making. “You are scarcely consistent,” he Think a minute, Maggie. How can I said, bitterly. "You would sacrifice help my doubts? How can I believe, if your life, but not a mere principle, to the faith is not in me? Have I not perhaps save my soul." struggled for it? This faith you have Maggie was silent. Why argue over never had a doubt of. Is it my fault what she had urged a dozen times at that I cannot grasp

it ?

And yet you least? Man's weak reason against God's tell me coldly, because it is denied me, truth she knew he would use, and never you will deny me also.”

see its impotence, scarcely the pain he “Not coldly," she said, hastily. "Sad- gave her. ly, tremblingly, mournfully—anything “Maggie, think what you are giving but coldly.”

up when you cast me off. You are so “But why tell it me at all? I cannot alone in the world. No friends to look help my want of faith, and I pledge my to, nor claim protection from. Poverty word never to tamper with yours. What and loneliness are hard for a mere girl · more can I promise ?"

to bear; and I can lift you above both. “Nothing more. And yet if I were I have wealth, and far better than very sure my own faith would stand wealth, a heart to give you. Do you firm, it would make no difference in my still turn from me, Maggie?" decision."

"I can bear both poverty and loneli“May I ask why?"

ness," she said; “or rather I do not fear “Because the command is very plain, them, for I have a stronger arm to lean and I dare not disobey it."

“Will you repeat it to me? You “Stronger than mine, I suppose you know I am not so well read in your faith mean," Evan said, coldly. as I might be,” he said, a little scorn- “Yes, than any man's," she answered, fully.

quietly. "What part hath he that believeth “And this is the love I was so proud with an infidel?'” she repeated.

of winning! A love which can turn "And is that your religion, Maggie? away from me, because forsooth I cannot I thought the Christian faith was one of think as you do. I might have hid my love. That to save a soul, even a want of faith-fooled you into thinking stranger, you would be willing almost to I believe as you do. Has not my hondie. And yet when you think mine is esty some power to make you think in great jeopardy, you coolly leave me, better things of me, Maggie?'' quoting only a few harsh words.”

"I thank you for it. It will always “Our faith ought to lead us even to be a source of comfort to me. Yet it death for the safety of a soul,” she an- makes my path no less plain before swerel, calmly. “Our dear Lord died me." for sutb a work. But as his servants,

“How can it be plain, Maggie? It we are pledged to obedience. In that is seems to me you are torturing it into our only safety. I dare not be your such devious turning, you have wellwife."

nigh lost yourself." "Not if, by being so, you save me? "I cannot think with you; and if I Think, Vaugie, by your stern belief do not falter, it is because the way seems what will be my fate if I die an un- to me so narrow and so straight I canbeliever. Think also what your daily not stumble. That it separates us is a influence might do to win me over to heavy cross to me; and yet," she said,

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There were constant little services done Evan turned from her angrily. for her, which could scarcely have been

“Be it so,” he said. “No doubt you instigated by those who did them, nor are right. The world is big enough to so cheerfully wrought for only keep us separated, and fair enough, and words of thanks. And she was susgay enough to kill out all thoughts of picious that old Eunice was not half the the past. You have chosen a different manager she pretended to be, and that path through life than mine; may it she must have found either fairy gold, or lead you to a pleasant, happy future.” some unknown means of help.

He spoke very bitterly, as far from The suspicion oppressed Maggie. She meaning his words as possible.

had brought about this severance with “God give me strength to bear my much pain and trial to them both; and lot," Maggie said, meekly. "And, Evan, it was scarcely wise, to say the least, to go where you will, my prayers will fol- keep up this mutual bond of dependence

on her part, and gratuity on Evan's, if "Until next year, perhaps. After they were to abide by their separation. then you will forget me. Good-by, Had she a right to keep alive, by any Maggie; if

you had loved me as well as act of hers, his love? Better for Evan I have you, you would never have left to forget her, than to come back some

day, to plead anew his love for her, Maggie held out her hand for the asserting it more boldly by this new leave-taking, but she never answered hold he had upon her. him. If she had spoken from her full She had taken one bold step in the heart, would he have turned so suddenly rough path of duty, and should she on bis heel and left her? They were to flinch if the next was to help her forpart; no cry of hers must detain him. ward ? So one day Maggie left her

Maggie went home sadly enough. home in old Eunice's keeping, and lost She was too lonely and unprotected not herself in the crowded city. Lost herto be sure of missing a love which had self completely to Eunice, and so to shielded and comforted her for two years Evan, who had kept diligent watch over past. Nothing but Evan's unbelief her welfare by the means of the old could, she was very sure, have separated woman. them-a unbelief she had never sus- Fierce was Evan's wrath when he pected until some few months before, read the old servant's tidings. But it and hich she had struggled against was useless. No storming would bring with all her might, and could not turn Maggie back to her old home; no imprefor all her pleading. And then came cations on Eunice's folly in not keeping the death of her hopes for this life, in better watch, could repair her lack of the assurance that they must part. vigilance. It was impossible for Maggie not to Now and then there came

a letter feel the reaction after the separation. from Maggie to the old servant, saying The very monotony of her quiet, simple she was well, and enclosing money, life but added to her loneliness. One which showed at least she was in no step she constantly caught herself listen- need. But evidently there had been ing for—a step which would wander care taken that the writer should not be over the whole earth, he said, rather traced through the post office. than come near her. If she could hear There was no use in watching the something of Evan, know where he was, nest when the bird had flown. No use could hear what he was doing! But he in hovering around Maggie's old home seemed dead to her—blotted quite out when she had deserted it. Restless and of her daily life.

anxious, Evan searched for his lost love. But was he? Maggie began to be Failing to find her, he left the country, conscious that some one was watching What his life was abroad, no

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knew. His aim was to lose himself vegetables and stale meats, the refuse of from the knowledge of all his acquaint- the market, bought for a trifle, to be ances as effectually as Maggie had done; cooked in unsavory, not to say poisonand he succeeded in his endeavors.

messes for their hungry children. But go where he would, the thought Beggars were there, who had dropped of Maggie haunted him. His very their whine and well-acted part, now anxiety and fears for her kept her con- that it was no longer necessary to extort stantly in his thoughts. If he had been an alms. There was a sprinkling of sure she was well, and surrounded with decent workmen, stopping either from the comforts of life, he might have for- curiosity, or as Maggie had, finding it gotten her, but his anxieties made it vain to try to make headway through impossible.

the crowd. Rude children, drawn from So years sped on. Maggie's face was their plays in the gutters, hustled their forgotten where it once was so familiar, elders to find out what “was up;" and and no one ever mentioned Evan's name, street loungers, city pests, found someexcept now and then to wonder coldly thing at last to repay them for their what had been his fate.

long waiting It was a bright day in early summer, It was doubtful if many or any of that a day whose brightness was all wasted in host of up-turned, eager faces really the crowded streets of the city. Nothing knew what they were expecting. One was there to betoken the glorious beauty or two men standing in a group, had with which God had clothed the fields, caused others to join them, until the except here and there the golden disk of streets around were deserted, and the a dandelion, which had forced its way throng was pushed together into one between the bricks of the foul gutters. living mass near the market-house.

Something in the sight of the dande- "Is anything the matter?” Maggie lion must have touched the memory of asked of a woman who stood near her. one of the passers-by. She must have “How can I tell? If I could only been country-bred, to have found any | wedge my basket in, I'd know quick thing to admire in the dust-begrimed enough. May be it's the police, they're weed. Something quite beyond the eager for a row; or it may be a juggler soiled beauty of its golden sun, which with his tricks. If so, we'll never catch must have recalled green fields, yellow a sight of them standing here. There with its flowers, or hedgerows glinting he is! He's standing on the stall. Can underneath with its gold.

There's not much in the So engrossed was she with looking at sight of him to keep us gaping this hour the weed, she almost forgot to make the of the day.” turn which took her away from the busy Maggie looked where the woman thoroughfare, and after a walk of a few pointed, only to see the top of a man's short squares, brought her to a squalid head above the crowd. He had his hat part of the city. Only the very poor off, and those who were looking for lived in that quarter—the very poor some juggler's trick, must have been and the very wicked. But Maggie's surprised to hear him give out a text of errand was for good, and she was no Scripture. stranger in that miserable street.

He was a street preacher, telling the Walking along quickly, she was sud-crowd the oft-told tale of God's love to denly halted by a crowd that had gath-them. Though he spoke in a low monoered around the market-house. It was tone, not one word was lost by Maggie, difficult to make her way through the who stood somewhat near the edge of dense throng of people, and she waited, the crowd. hoping they would move on.,

The speaker must have had a wonderForced to stand there, she was struck ful insight into fallen human nature, to with the odd collection of people. Un- hold the attention of that rough, almost tidy women, carrying baskets of wilted brutish mob, as if they were one listener.

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“If any thing can touch them, it must She was not sorry she had been forced be God's love, even for them," Maggie to stop and listen to the preacher. There thought.

was something in his voice that seemed Suddenly the preacher's voice changed familiar to her. Something which beinto a louder, thrilling tone, and he longed to the far-off past. Just as the apostrophized the crowd.

dandelion did, which she had picked “Ah, my brothers, was not the cross from the gutter, because it reminded her heavy enough to weigh him down with- of a certain field where they grew as out their mockings? If you had stood thick as the stars which studded the there, thronged close together, even as sky. Of course it was a fancy, this you stand now, you're sure you'd never recognition of a voice, for she could have mocked him. You would have never have met the man. been pitiful, and never cried the shame- Just then he passed her, startling ful words, Away with him! away with Maggie a little, though it was by no him!' You may have sins—you'll not means wonderful that he had chosen the deny that you have them. You may same escape as she had from the rude drink, curse, blaspheme, ill-treat your crowd. As he passed her, he raised his wives, and trick simple folk, but you'd hat, not in courtesy, but to catch the never lend your aid to crucify the Lord ! breeze which came freshly down the in

you street. If the voice had seemed familiar, swear, in every blow you give, in every

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you boast of, you strike in the moment Maggie had laid her hand on eruel nails, and raise the murderous the stranger's arm, and asked, softly

“Have you forgotten me, Evan ?” There are women here-women who “ Thank God you are found at last!" were pure and good some little while he said, and drew her hand through his ago. Women are more tender-hearted, arm. more pitiful than we are.

Have they

For a little while they walked on in also killed their Lord ? Even they have. silence, until Evan askedThey have killed him by the little angels “Where have you been all these years, God gives them with loving arms to Maggie?” hang around their necks, and which Here," she answered. “I came here they transform into the devil's imps. and found a place as governess.

I have By the hearths they should keep pure, been in the same home ever since. And and which they defile with filth; by you?" the hearts he gave them, which they

"I have travelled the world over in have filled with hate and malice; by search of peace.

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I these, I say, they crucify their Lord beggared for I had no other love. Since afresh, and put him to an open shame.” then life has been more tolerable.”

The woman next Maggie stealthily "Because of a higher love?" she asked, wiped away a tear, and then turned has- quickly. tily to leave, never heeding where her

“ Even so.

I was near death's door, basket hit. Fearing to be entangled Maggie. I had lost you in this world, hopelessly in the crowd when it broke and I had no hope of you for the future up, Maggie followed in the woman's one. I was in a strange land, without wake, finding it not difficult, thanks to friends. A good man found me out, and the basket, though she made but slow patiently bore with my doubts, for my progress. At the first corner she made unbelief was not more than that when good her escape into a quiet, almost I was laid low with illness. Losing deserted street. It was a relief to get you, and being very sick, softened me. out of the crowd which had wedged her Man's reason seemed very paltry when it in so tightly, to be free from such close could so easily be overthrown. Need I contact with such ill-looking men and tell you, all worked together for my

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work for God's kingdom, even amongst began, too, when you held out faltering the vilest and most worthless."

hands to hold me back from rank un“I have heard you,” Maggie said. “I belief; and you, who never shrank from was in that crowd. I wonder I did not parting from your lover, rather than disknow you from the very first."

obey a plain command, are worthy of “You never thought of my giving the work." such a message, dear. “Is Saul among In the most squalid streets and alleys the prophets ?' you could scarcely expect of one of our largest cities, Evan and to ask. God is very good, Maggie. In Maggie spend most of their lives, workdoing his service I have found you, dear. ing for the poor, the wicked, and deYou are not going to escape me now? praved. Now and then they come back But if you will, I'll not strive to hold to the old home, to catch health and you as harshly as I did some years ago." strength for more work.

There is more “I have no wish to escape," she said, an enough to do, and the time seems softly. “Only you must let me help very short to them. There is nothing you, not hinder you, in

your

work.” to part them now, either for time or for "There is enough for all. The eternity, and Maggie's resolution brought world's so steeped in sin, every one must a blessing in the end, because she was bear his and her part to cure it. You faithful to her belief.

LIG HITS OF THE DARK AGES.

BY DAVID MAGILL.

VI.-BERNARD, THE MONK. AT

T Fontaines, near Dijon, in Bur- I them to God. The pious training of

gundy, on a small eminence of his mother did not long continue with the Cote d'Or hills, is a chapel restored the boy Bernard, for she died before he by Louis Philippe, which was during had completed his tenth year. the revolution a smithy, and in the His mother was right in destining previous century a meeting place for him to the monastery, for in these days, the Reformed congregation of Feuillants. amid the clash of arms, the cries of war

In the eleventh century this was the riors, and the din of battle, the only spot castle of Tesselin, the yellow-haired, a where learning and piety had any restbrave knight, but yet conspicuous for his ing place was in the convent or monaslove of justice and his charity. In the tery, which, away in the thick woods, year 1091, his wife. Aletta, gave birth to sheltered from the

gaze of men, afforded her third and favorite son, Bernard. an asylum to the student and the re

As Tesselin was devoted to warlike ligieux. pursuits, which were then the occupation After his mother's death, his friends, of every gentleman, to the pious Aletta and especially his brothers, opposed his fell the task of educating her children. desire for a monastic life. They perhaps She was admirably suited to this work, thought that his fragile frame would not for unlike most women of rank in her permit him to be a hardy warrior, but day, she led a quiet life at home, only they endeavored to foster another ambistirring thence to seek out the poor, tion in his breast. There was then arisattend to the sick, and dispense a boun- ing in Europe a war more enticing, more tiful charity. From their birth she dedi- fierce, and even more glorious than any cated her seven children to the cloister, of their steel-clad tournaments. They believing that thereby she was dedicating wished to direct his attention to the

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