indeed to open the door of the little tenement which he called home. A white-haired old lady, dressed in a neat, though sadly faded gown, came forward to meet him, but her gentle smile of welcome changed to a look of wonder at sight of the living contents of the basket.

"Why, Johnny dear, whatever have you got there?" she asked. "Only wait a minute, grandma, until I can take him out, and then I will tell you about it."

The old lady brought a bit of ragged blanket, and when the poor dog had been laid comfortably upon it, Johnny poured out his story.

"Just see how patient and loving his is!" said the boy, as the creature licked his hand. "I couldn't leave him there to be killed, could I, grandma?”

"It would have been a very hard thing to do," said the old lady slowly, but "

"But what, grandma ?"

A mist gathered over the grandmother's spectacles.

"I can't bear to say it, but, truly, Johnny, I don't know how we are going to feed the poor dog."

"I thought of that, grandma," said the boy in a low voice, "but I am going to give him part of my own bread and milk.”

"Poor laddie!" said the grandmother, and her voice trembled, "you do not have any too much for yourself; but you shall do as you like."

The grandmother had been a famous nurse in her day, and she and Johnny together made from some bits of kindling wood a little pair of splints for the broken limb, and bandaged it snugly— the dog looking on all the time with eyes that said, "Thank you!" as plainly as any words could have done.

A week passed by. The dog had proved himself a very bright and winning little fellow, and the tap-tap of his tail on the floor made a pleasant welcome for the boy, who was often sadly tired from running upon errands, or more weary still with standing on the street corners, vainly trying for the "job" which nobody would give him. This time he had been to the bakery to fetch a loaf of bread for supper, which a girl who had waited upon him had wrapped in a piece of newspaper. His grandmother was glancing over the paper, as she was about to fold it, when she suddenly exclaimed:

"Read this, Johnny!"

Johnny took the paper and read aloud:

"STRAYED-From 99 Chestnut avenue, June 7, a black-andtan terrier, medium-sized, and answering to the name of 'Prince.' A liberal reward will be given for his return to the owner's residence."

As he pronounced the name "Prince," the dog had sprung up

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as quickly as his injured leg would allow, and standing upon the remaining three, wagged his tail furiously, cocked his little cropped ears, and uttered a sharp bark of delight.

Johnny's countenance fell.

"Oh, grandma! it must be my doggie! And I've got to loving him so! It was only two blocks from Chestnut avenue that I found him."

"Don't feel bad, deary!

Think how much some other little boy or girl may have been missing him," said the grandmother gently.

"Prince, Prince," said Johnny in a trembling voice.

The dog's brown eyes danced, and he tried vainly to leap up to the boy's hand.

"I shall have to carry him back, grandma."

"Yes, dear, I think

you

will."

That afternoon, Johnny, with the dog in his arms, rang the The maid who came to andoor-bell of a very beautiful house.

swer the ring, cried out at the sight of him:

"Why, it's our Prince!"

At the sound of her voice a lovely girl, dressed all in white, came flying down the long, carved staircase, and held out her arms to the dog, which struggled out of Johnny's grasp with whines of half-frantic pleasure.

"Papa, papa, come here!" cried the little girl.

Johnny was brought in to be questioned and thanked.
"Who taught you how to bandage the leg so nicely?"

"My grandmother helped me," said Johnny. The gentleman took a bright five-dollar gold piece from his pocket and held it

out.

"Oh, sir!" he said, and the tears stood in his eyes, "I don't I loved the doggie!" want to be paid!

The look of surprise on the gentleman's face turned to some. thing very gentle and kind.

"Tell me about yourself and your grandmother, my boy," he said so persuasively that before Johnny knew what he was doing he had told the whole story of their poverty, of the grandmother's rheumatism, which made her find laundry work so hard for her, and of his own discouragement at being unable to get employment by which he would be of more help to her.

"I want boy to keep my office tidy, and to run errands for "Would you like the place?" me," said the gentleman. "Oh, sir!" gasped Johnny, and burst out crying. "There, there, my boy," said the gentleman soothingly, I will expect you tomorrow morning know what you want to say. And he gave Johnny a card with his name and

at nine o'clock."

business address

upon

it.

"I

Johnny is a young man now, and he has been for some years

private secretary to the distinguished lawyer whose faithful office boy he began to be so many years ago. The dear old grandmother is living still, tenderly beloved and attended in the pretty home which her boy has made for her. "The best investment I ever made," he says sometimes laughingly, "was when I shared my supper with a wounded and suffering animal."-Humane Journal. Memory Gem.

"He prayeth best, who loveth best,

All things, both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all."

LESSON XX.

SACRIFICE.

Teachers' Reading: Life of Christ, Farrar.
Picture: "Christ and the Rich Young Man."

CHRIST AND THE RICH YOUNG MAN.

Matt. 19: 16-30; Mark 10: 17-31; Luke 18: 18-30.

The young man the questions-the answers of Jesus-the sacrifice required by Jesus.

HAZEL AND MOLLIE.

(Founded on Fact.)

There was a "Doll Show" in New York City last March. Naturally all the children who knew about it wanted to go, although there were many who had no hope of so doing. There was one little girl, however, belonging to this latter class, who longed to go into the enchanted land- -as the Doll Show seemed to her with such intensity that she prayed to God that He would take her there.

Her ideas concerning God were somewhat vague; but she was trustful.

Her name was Mollie Drew. She lived in the slums with her widowed mother, who was extremely poor. Her father was dead.

Eliza Harris, a little cripple, who lived in the next room to the Drews, had told Mollie about the Doll Show. She had read about it in the New York Herald that was wrapped about something that had been sent to them.

"Oh, it's lovely at a Doll Show," Eliza said to Mollie; "I went once, a long time ago, and--and, oh, it was lovely!"

Her eyes shone at the thought of the pleasure of by-gone days.

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"Tell me about it," begged Mollie, who had not the faintest idea of what a Doll Show was.

There were lots and lots of Eliza clapped her thin little hands. "Oh, it was like fairy land! dolls-such beautiful ones-oh, my! They were queens, I guess, I wish 'cause they were all dressed in silks and satins and laces; and their Oh, Mollie! clothes all sparkled like as if they were covered with diamonds. could." you guess they were covered with diamonds.

you

I

could go to the Doll Show—I just wish "I wish so, too, I do," Mollie said, wistfully; "but don't you want to go, too, Eliza ?"

The light died out of the pale little face, and the child leaned Mollie looked at her pityingly; back wearily against her chair. then said, essaying to comfort:

"If I should go, Eliza, I'll tell you everything I saw—every single thing."

"That would be nice," observed the little cripple, her face brightening.

"I'd like to hear if this Doll Show is like mine. the band'll play.

Show."

Wonder if

Oh, my! such music as they had at my Doll

"Was it your show?" questioned Mollie, wonderingly. "No," she said, "not really, you know; but I like to think it I wonder who got my doll." was my show, 'cause I was there. "Did you have a doll?”

Eliza smiled faintly.

It had such a cun"There was a baby doll there," she said wistfully; “oh, I loved it so! Oh, Mollie, it was sweet-so sweet! ning little face, and such lovely little rings of yellow hair. Mollie!"

Oh,

Eliza began to cry softly; the tears running down her cheeks as if she were in great distress.

"What's the matter?" asked Mollie.

Shall I call your mother?" rising to do so.

"Do you feel worse?

"Oh, no," putting out her hands in protest; "don't call mamI'm not worse-not a bit;" and

ma, she has trouble enough now.

she wiped the tears away and smiled.

“Well. then, what made you cry?" persisted Mollie.

"Because I'm a baby, I guess.

ever since that time.

know of."

You see, I've wanted that doll I never had one in all my life—not that I

The tears came again, and rolled down her cheeks. Mollie was touched.

"I never had one either, that I can remember; but I declare if I ever should have one, I'd give it to you-so I would." Eliza reached over and grasped Mollie's hand. "Would you really?" she asked, excitedly.

"Of course I would.”

"Why?"

"Well, because I would."

"Why would you?"

"Because because I can get about and-and-you.can't."

It was Saturday morning.

band was playing at Sherry's.

The Doll Show was open.

The

Troops of well-dressed children

Some

The

were hurrying along the walks to the "enchanted place." came in carriages, with their mothers or nurses, or both. music of childish voices and childish laughter rang out upon the breeze.

Presently, from out of a handsome carriage jumped a beautiful little girl. She was followed by a lady in mourning.

As they were about to enter the Doll Show, the beautiful little girl noticed another child, watching her wistfully.

The face of the child was so eager and longing in its expression that it almost spoke. Hazel answered the look.

"Are you going to the Doll Show?" she asked.

"No," was the sorrowful answer.

"Why don't you go? You look as if you wanted to."

"I do want to, but—”

She stopped-her face flushing.

Hazel took in the situation.

"She can go with us-can't she, mamma?" she questioned, looking to her mother, who answered in the same spirit that characterized the child:

"Yes, of course she can. Come, dear," to Mollie, whose face became suddenly illumined.

It seemed to her as if she were entering Heaven, so great was her rapture. "Hazel's mamma, looking at the little face, wished that some great artist could catch its expression. The band was playing beautiful music. Children were laughing and chatting, and even dancing over the polished floor, their white-aproned nurses watching them smilingly.

But, oh, the doll babies!

Mollie was in a dream of bliss as

she watched them. You can well imagine that to this little child of the slums, it appeared like Paradise.

Just before Hazel and her mamma and Mollie Drew left the Doll Show, there were two beautiful dolls purchased. They were baby dolls, with sweet faces, lovely blue eyes that opened and closed, and soft rings of golden hair. The baby dolls were dressed completely in beautiful lace-trimmed baby clothes. Mollie was presented with one; Hazel with the other.

Mollie laughed and cried with joy when hers was put in her arms. Hazel's mamma took her home in the carriage, even going within the little barren room to see Mollie's mother.