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be like Him, we must love those who treat us badly, and return good for evil, always."

Chico listened attentively, for he loved the kind lady who had given up her pleasant home and good friends to teach and work among his people. His dark thoughts were put to flight before the light of her sweet countenance.

“Now, Chico, let us go on to the adobe and see your mother," said his teacher, rising. “I have a basket of food for her. I ani sure she will like some of the nice currant jelly which my sister sent me from my old home.”

And Chico's mother did enjoy the nourishing dainties brought by the gentle woman, and began a steady iniprovement from that dav. The boy was so happy over his parent's recovery that he almost forgot how he had been wronged by the storekeeper. But when he missed the pretty basket-the last thing made hy his father before his death—his heart would fill with bitterness towards the man who had kept it.

As the Autumnal equinox drew near there were unusually heavy rains in the mountains of New Mexico, and the streams began to murmur with their fullness of water. One afternoon Chico was walking along the bank of the Rio Grande, watching the rapid rising. It was a fascinating sight to the Pueblo lad.

He had never before seen the river so high. The waves were huge, dark, foaming volumes, that rushed and roared past him as if in

awful anger.

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But suddenly an object afloat on this torrent caught his keen eyes. He soon discovered that it was a small boat with a single occupant being swept madly on the river. As the boat was dashed swiftly to a point opposite him, Chico recognized the man clinging in white-faced terror to the edge of the doomed craft. Modus, the merchant, at the mercy of the wild flood.

That morning, before the river had risen so angrily, he had left his store in charge of his brother, and entering his boat had gone to trade some baskets and pottery at an Indian village several miles above his home. This was done in order to get ahead of a rival trader, who was coming on the next day to trade with the Indians. Having transacted the business which had brought him to the Indian village, Modus started hack in his boat. But the river was now a torrent; his oars were torn from his hands, and he was soon at the mercy of the roaring water.

As Chico gazed at the terror-stricken merchant in his boat, his heart beat with strange agitation. Would it be worth whilo to try to rescue this man? Did he really care to risk his life for such a one? Could he ask for a greater revenge than to see the miserly old merchant sink beneath those dark waves ? These questions chased each other in rapid succession through the Indian lad's mind. He had longed for revenge, and now the opportunity to take it had come.

But a swift reaction of conscience took place. If he let his enemy drown, without putting forth one effort to save him, would he ever forget it? No, no! That white face would always rise up and deny him peace. Then the thought of all Miss Thompson's good teachings, and his face flushed guiltily as a full sense of the awful wickedness of such a revenge came to him.

Yes, I will return 'good for evil, I will try to save him," Chico quickly decided.

But even while he was making this noble, brave resolution, a dead pin: tree drifted down the river and upset the little boat. The next moment Modus was struggling wildly in the water. He could not swim, and he believed he must sink.

“Cling to the tree!” shouted Chico.

The man heard, and, grasping a large limb as it brushed past him, he was able at last to draw himself on top of the floating tree. The man's wild struggles in securing a firm hold on the tree swept it around out of the mad current. Presently it was caught by eddying waters and turned towards a broad irrigating ditch, used by the Indians to carry water to their grain fields and vineyards.

Then Chico snatched his lariat from his pony that was graz. ing near by, and tossing one end of it to Modus, he said:

"Tie it around your waist, and I'll draw you to the bank.”

The merchant did so, but he was too utterly exhausted from terror and struggling in the flood to help himself further; and had it not been for the strong arms of the Pueblo boy he would never have reached the bank alive.

“Why, Chico," exclaimed his teacher, whom he met while hurrying towards his mother's adobe, "what has made you so wet?”

“I have been taking my revenge,” he said with a smile.
"Your revenge ?” she asked.
“Yes, on Mr. Modus."
“Oh, Chico!

“Yes, I've pulled him out of the river," and he gave her a full account of the rescue.

“That was a noble revenge; the only kind to take on our enemies--good for evil!" she said encouragingly.

The next morning he found his father's basket, filled with many good things, before the door of the adobe.

This was the way the gruff merchant had taken to thank him for his generous revenge.-A. H. Gibson.

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Memory Gem.

“Therefore all things whatsoever you would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.”

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Heber C. Kimball was very prominent in the early history of our Church.

He was a man of great power and influence; remarkable for his wonderful faith and the gift of prophecy which he possessed. The story of his life is a very interesting one and all the boys and girls belonging to our Church should read and study his history. But now, we will just tell you about some of his prophecies and their fulfillment.

The Prophet Joseph called Bro. Kimball on a mission to England, saying to him: "Brother Heber, the Spirit of the Lord has whispered to me: 'Let my servant Heber go to

England and proclaim my liber 6. Kimball

Gospel, and open the door of
salvation to that nation.” Some
months before this call Heber
C. Kimball and Willard Rich-
ards, who
were very

dear friends, were talking together, when Heber was filled with the spirit of prophecy and he predicted that he (Heber) would be called to Europe on a mission.

“Shall I go with thee?” enquired Willard.

“Yea, in the name of the Lord, thou shalt go with me when I go,” Heber replied.

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But now Heber was called and ready to start on his mission, Willard was away in the Eastern States, and it seemed impossible that the prophecy could be fulfilled. Just one day before Brother Kimball was to begin his journey, Brother Willard Richards returned home, and that very same day he was called to go on a mission to England, set apart and blessed by the Prophet Joseph and in company with Heber C. Kimball left the next day for England.

While on this mission many interesting and remarkable events took place. In the town called Barshe Lees on the 7th of October, 1837, a little girl was born, the first child born in the Church in England. After she was born, her parents wanted to take her to be sprinkled or christened, as they call it. Bro. Kimball used every kind of persuasion to convince them that it was not right for children of Latter-day Saints to be christened, it being .contrary to the will of God; the parents felt very badly and would not or could not give up the desire to have this ceremony performed for their little one. When asked why they were so determined they said: “If she dies, without being christened, she cannot be buried in the churchyard." Then Brother Kimball answered: "I

say
unto

you in the name of Israel's God, she shall not die on this land, for she shall live until she becomes a mother in Israel,” That decided the matter for them, and when Mary was two weeks old they put her child in Heber's arms and he blessed her, saying that she should live and grow to be a mother in Israel.

The child's name was Mary Smithies. She grew to be a woman came with her parents to this country, married Heber C. Kimball and had five children.

One day when the Queen of England was on her way to the House of Parliament she passed Brother Kimball, and some of his friends who had found a good place in the crowds gathered to see the royal lady passing by. The gorgeous state carriage in which the Queen and her husband sat passed very close by our missionaries, so close, indeed, that when she was bowing to the people, she seemed to be bowing directly to Brother Kimball and his friends, Brother Kimball returned her bow with a hearty "God bless you.” The Queen, of course, did not know that she had received the blessing of an apostle, but if you ever study about the life of England's greatest Queen, you will not doubt that the blessing was realized on her head.

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LESSON X
Chapter X, Young Folks' History of the Church.
WILLARD RICHARDS.

Willard Richards was well known among the members of the Church as Dr. Richards. He had studied the system of medicine, and in

1835 was practicing as a doctor when he went one day to his cousin' :3 home, where he found a copy of the Book of Mormon, which had been left there by Brigham Young, who was also a cousin of the doctor's. Before this he had never seen an Elder of the Church or read or heard anything that was good about the “Mormons."

Dr. Richards was very curious to see what

in this "golden bible," and had read but half

page when he exclạimed: “God or the devil has had a hand in that book, for man never wrote it!” In about two weeks he had read the book twice, and was con

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vinced that the record was a divine one. He was baptized by his cousin Brigham Young, and the rest of his life was devoted to the Church.

Willard Richards and Heber C. Kimball were very dear friends and, as we told you at our last meeting, went on a mission to England together, where they accomplished a great work.

A young lady, the daughter of a minister, was the first to be confirmed a member of the Church in England. Her name was Miss Jenetta Richards; she was baptized by Brother Kimball, one of whose remarkable prophecies concerned her future life. Brother Willard Richards and this young lady had never met, but later in the day Brother Kimball said to Brother Richards: “Willard, I baptized your wife today.”

Soon after Brother Richards did meet Miss Jennetta and probably admired her very much, which was not such a wonderful thing, as she was a bright, intelligent young woman.

Anyway, Brother Richards walked with her and another young lady to meeting, and on the way he remarked: “Richards is a goo:1

Rilland Richard,

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