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 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: In Which I Find...
 Chapter II: In Which I Am...
 Chapter III: In Which I Meet the...
 Chapter IV: In Which I Become...
 Chapter V: In Which Work is Done...
 Chapter VI: In Which I Meet the...
 Chapter VII: In Which Is a Troubled...
 Chapter VIII: In Which I Discover...
 Chapter IX: In Which I Have a Religious...
 Chapter X: In Which We Make Calls...
 Chapter XI: In Which My Head Gets...
 Chapter XII: In Which I Find a...
 Chapter XIII: In Which I Follow...
 Chapter XIV: In Which I Am Stung...
 Chapter XV: In Which Is Discussed...
 Chapter XVI: In Which I Have But...
 Chapter XVII: In Which I Tread...
 Chapter XVIII: In Which the Blind...
 Chapter XIX: In Which Are Conflicting...
 Chapter XX: In Which Are Some Searching...
 Chapter XXI: In Which Class Is...
 Chapter XXII: In Which the Comfort...
 Chapter XXIII: In Which I Prove...
 Chapter XXIV: In Which Is a Surprise...
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Title: Julia Ried, listening and led
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Title: Julia Ried, listening and led
Physical Description: 372, 4 p., 2 leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Pansy, 1841-1930 ( Author, Primary )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Van Ingen & Snyder ( Engraver )
Publisher: D. Lothrop & Co.
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: c1872
Copyright Date: 1872
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Clerks -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Youth and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Illness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Prayer -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Pansy.
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Van Ingen & Snyder.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow text.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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    Chapter I: In Which I Find My Sphere.
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    Chapter II: In Which I Am Puzzled.
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    Chapter III: In Which I Meet the Social Question.
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    Chapter IV: In Which I Become Sub-Sexton.
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    Chapter V: In Which Work is Done for Eternity.
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    Chapter VI: In Which I Meet the Other Side of the Question.
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    Chapter VII: In Which Is a Troubled Sunday.
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    Chapter VIII: In Which I Discover a Christian Duty.
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    Chapter IX: In Which I Have a Religious Conversation.
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    Chapter X: In Which We Make Calls and Comments.
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    Chapter XI: In Which My Head Gets Ahead of My Heart.
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    Chapter XII: In Which I Find a Slippery Path.
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    Chapter XIV: In Which I Am Stung with the Truth.
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    Chapter XV: In Which Is Discussed the Difference Between White and Black.
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    Chapter XVI: In Which I Have But One Voice.
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    Chapter XX: In Which Are Some Searching Questions.
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    Chapter XXIII: In Which I Prove the Truth of An Old Adage.
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    Chapter XXIV: In Which Is a Surprise and a Blessing.
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CONTENTS.PAGE.CHAPTER I.In Which I Find My Sphere 5CHAPTER II.In Which I am Puzzled 19CHAPTER III.In Which I Meet the Social Question 36CHAPTER IV.In Which I Become Sub Sexton 47CHAPTER V.In Which Work is Done for Eternity 59CHAPTER VI.In Which I Meet the Other Side of the Question 71CHAPTER VII.In Which is a Troubled Sunday 85CHAPTER VIII.In Which I Discover a Christian Duty .99CHAPTER IX.In Which I Have a Religious Conversation 13CHAPTER X.In Which We Make Calls and Comments 125CH APTER XI.In Which My Head Gets Ahead of My Heart 138CHAPTER XII.In Which I Find a Slippery Path 149CHAPTER XIII.In Which I Follow a False Light 160CHAPTER XIV.In Which I am Stung With the Truth. 75(iii)4

IV CONTENTS.PAGE.CHAPTER XV.In Which is Discussed the Difference Between White andBlack 189CHAPTER XVI.In Which I Have But One Voice 04CHAPTER XVII.In Which I Tread Among the Shadows 218CHAPTER XVIII.In Which the Blind Lead the Blind 231"P CHAPTER XIX.In Which are Conflicting Forces 244CHAPTER XX.In Which are Some Searching Questions 256CHAPTER XXI.In Which Class is not Considered 268CHAPTER XXII.In Which the Comfort of Mourning is Discussed 281CHAPTER XXIII.In Which I Prove the Truth of an Old Adage 294CHAPTER XXIV.In Which is a Surprise and a Blessing . 307CHAPTER XXV.In Which There is Much Joy and Some Work 320CHAPTER XXVI.In Which I Feel My Destiny Approaching 333CHAPTER XXVII.In Which I Looked for One Scene and Saw Another 345CHAPTER XXVII1-In Which He Led Us in Paths that We did Know 360

J-ISTENING AND RED.CHAPTER I.IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE.AM Julia Ried. All the people who wereacquainted with my sister Ester, will, per-Shaps, have some memory of me. Therehave been many changes in our family sinceEster went to heaven. When Sadie was twentyshe was married to Dr. Van Anden, and theywent to live in New Haven.Soon after that our mother's health failed, sothat she was unable to keep boarders any long-er, and Dr. Van Anden opened his heart andhis home, and took mother and Minie in. He4

6 JULIA RIED.wanted to take me, too; but his heart is largerthan his home, and the latter was quite fullenough without me: especially with my brotherAlfred being a clerk in a dry-goods store thereand boarding with them. Indeed the wholefamily just transplanted themselves one day toNew Haven, this one branch excepted.Before that time, however, I came here."Here" is a manufacturing town on the rail-road, ten miles from our old home. One day Isat in my room, resting my elbows on the win-dow-seat, and my head in my hands, and thoughthard. I was sixteen. I had no money withwhich to continue my education. I could notlive on my brother-in-law. I would not live onUncle Ralph. I must support myself. How?I could teach a common district school-that is,I knew I could listen to recitations in spellingand geography and the like; but I also knewthat I did not like the idea. The thought ofthe great bare school-room, with bruised seats,and dilapidated books piled on the desks, and atroop of naughty children dropping slates andthrowing paper balls, and eating apples slily andmaking faces at me behind their books, whilethe July sun streamed in at us all from everyuncurtained window, was utterly distasteful tome. I had no heart for the work. tWhen Iwas ten years old I attended a district school.

IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE. .I had a teacher to whom we were all distasteful.She had no heart for the work. She was verycross to us. We did not like her in the least.I decided that I would not teach school! Whatnext? There were very few avenues open-very few ways in which to turn. I had to thinkvery hard.Sewing! I laughed a little, even in my per-plexity. If there was any one thing more thananother which was decidedly not my forte, thatthing was sewing. I was not naturally of an idledisposition. Give me the proper utensils and Icould work-a garden hoe, a broom, a slate andpencil; even a hammer and some nails; all theseI could and had used-but a needle and thread!Never those, when it was possible to avoid them.At my feet lay a newspaper. I picked it upand glanced aimlessly down a column of adver-tisements. The paper was one that Dr. Doug-lass had sent me the day before from the manu-facturing town where he lived. Among the listof wants was a call for a book-keeper in thepaper box factory of Messrs. Sayles & Getman.I read that with some animation. This was cer-tainly something that I could do. The paperdid not specify of what gender the book-keepermust be; but the town was only ten miles away,and Dr. Douglass lived there-one friend, any-way; and at least it would do no harm to try.

8 JULIA RIED.I looked at my tiny watch (Uncle Ralph's gifton my sixteenth birthday); there would be atrain in twenty minutes. I sprang up, hurriedmyself into my brown alpaca dress, gloves, hat,and the like, and scampered down stairs; openedthe sitting-room door to say to mother, "I amgoing out for a little while, mother. I will beback in time to get tea;" and then I startedon the first little independent venture in my life.I remember that afternoon so very well. Itseems strange to me that every little trifle con-nected with that venture should stand out soclearly before me to-night.It was a clear, crisp, autumn day. The airhad a brisk hint of winter in its touch, and yeta summer glory lingered in the sunshine, andeverywhere there fluttered golden and crimsonand brown leaves. They were lying in greatglowing heaps over Ester's grave, as I caught aglimpse of it from the corner; they fluttered allalong my path, and sometimes they seemedbright to me, and sometimes sad. I rustledthrough them, though, in a burning haste tocatch that train : and Mr. Stuart swung me onthe platform, at last, after the train was in motion-a thing which mother would not have liked atall, if she had ever known it.I found my way without difficulty to the boxfactory. I had been in the town often before,

IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE, 9and noticed the sign. But how warm andtired and nervous I felt as I pushed open theouter door and entered a room piled high withboxes of all sizes and shapes and colors! Howred my cheeks felt, and how horribly oneear burned! There was no one in the largeroom, so I made my way toward a door inthe distance. In that next room -sat a man withhis-feet on the stove in front of him. He aroseas he caught a glimpse of me, and stood silentand indifferent, awaiting my order." Is this Mr. Sayles ?" I ventured. He boweddignifiedly:" The same."Then I plunged into business, my left earburning horribly the while."I have called to see if I can secure the situa-tion of book-keeper. I saw your advertisement."Before, Mr. Sayles answered me, he turnedsquarely around and gave me the benefit of afront view; it had been a sidewise one before.Then he gave me such a prolonged, thorough,scrutinizing gaze from the brown feather on myhat to the tip of my patent leather shoe, that hestarted the burning in the right ear. Then hespoke :"1 We have always employed men for book-keepers."I was puzzled how to answer this, if it needed4

10 JULIA RIED.an answer, and he looked at me as though heexpected one. I certainly was not a man, andif they always employed men, why, clearly, Iwould not do. Fortunately it occurred to meto say this aloud; and as I spoke I turned to-ward the door." I am not so certain of that," Mr. Sayles an-swered, meditatively. Wait a moment, if youplease, young lady; because we have alwaysemployed gentlemen is no sign, you know, thatwe always must. What salary would you ex-pect ?""I suppose I should expect the same salarythat you have been in the habit of giving yourbook-keeper," I said, with considerable dignity.Whereupon he laughed and drummed with hisfingers on the table before him, and seemed tothink."Well," he said at last, "I don't know; theidea is an original one to me. Do you knowthat, as my book-keeper, you would have to bepresent at all sales, and keep a careful accountof the same, and make out bills, and receivepayment, and be responsible for considerablesums of money, besides looking after the shop-girls, and keeping everything straight in thatdirection ? ""I could do all that," I said; "at least Ithink I could. I am sure I would like to try."

IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE. I I"And pay the hands every Saturday night?"he added, eyeing me attentively."Certainly," I said, " provided I had moneyenough to do it with.""Well," he said again, after another good-humored little laugh, "suppose we talk thismatter over in a business-like way? Take aseat, if you please. What name did you giveme, ma'am ?"And the end of our business talk was, that Iwas a regularly engaged clerk when I went outfrom the front door, and had promised to reportmyself in two weeks from that date-subject,of course, to my mother's decision; and, inevent of that proving unfavorable, I was to lethim know on the following day. I went fromthe factory directly down River Street to StoneStreet, and climbed two flight of steps andknocked at the door of Dr. Douglass' office." Why, my dear child!" he said, rising andcoming forward when he saw it was I; "whatgood fairy sent you hither?"-then, quicklyand anxiously, "No one sick at home, I trust ?""No, doctor," I said gleefully; " I only rep-resent myself to-day. I've come out to find avocation, and I have found it; only I havestepped out of my sphere," and then I told mystory. The doctor listened attentively, doubted alittle at first, then approved, but decidedly doubt-4

12 JULIA RIED.edmy obtaining my mother's consent. I didn't,I told him; not in the least. Mother could seethat I must do something; and this was honor-able and not difficult; and mother was alto-gether too sensible to think I lowered myselfby trying to secure honest work." Of course," he answered, quickly, "I didnot think of such a thing; but you must re-member, Julia, that you are very young to bethrown on your own resources, and your moth-er might very naturally object.""Very probably she will," I said; "but, yousee, objections will not pay my board and furnishme with the wherewithal to be clothed in-andbook-keeping will. So will you be kind enoughto direct me to a possible boarding place ?"" Suppose you leave that matter in my hands.Drop me a line to-morrow in regard to yourmother's decision, and I will then undertake tosecure a suitable boarding place. Meantime, ifyou are going home to-night, your movementsmust be speedy."I submitted to Dr. Douglass' hurrying, andwas very glad to leave the rest of the businessin his hands. I bustled around the little sit-ting-room at home in a sort of subdued glee.My first independent venture and its resultselated me. I remember I steeped flax-seed in-stead of tea in our little tea-pot, and tucked up

IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE. 13the muffins under the stove to bake, instead ofin the oven; but I had a long, late, hard talkwith mother. She was utterly unreconciled.Dear mother, she seemed to think that her firstand greatest duty in life was to toil for and spareher children. Patient, faithful, tender mother!To-night, as I recall her sweet, pale, tired face,I can think of no frown of impatience or angerthat ever marred its sweetness. I can think ofnothing left undone, that she could do, tosmooth the path in which her children trod. Iconquered at last. I knew I should; for whatelse was there to do ?"To be sure," mother said, "the doctor isthere.. It isn't as if you would be quite awayfrom us all. The doctor will see to you. If-"And then my mother stopped, and drew alittle, patient, submissive sigh, and went and satat the east window, which looked toward thespot where Ester was sleeping. And I knewshe meant to say:" If Ester was only living there now, as shewould- have been. If-"Ah me! I was gleeful that night; but it wasgone in the morning. I wrote my note to Dr.Douglass in a subdued and business-like manner,and went around afterward in a grave way, re-alizing that we were packing up and the oldhome and the old life were going away from me4

14 JULIA RIED.together. I remember thinking, as I braidedmy hair, that I would wear it in bands acrossmy head no longer-that childish fashion be-longed to the little girl Julia, who had playedthrough so many years of life, and with whomthis grown-up Miss Ried, who was going awayfrom home to board and earn her living, hadnothing in common any more. What desolatework it is, this packing! We had not so verymuch to pack. Mother sold all the furniture,except the great arm-chair in which father died,and Ester's little red rocker, and a few like treas-ures. House, and carpet, and furniture, all soldtogether; and sometimes I think that that wasreally the hardest part of it. If we could havetaken down all the shades, and set the chairsupside down into each other, and tied them up,and piled boxes and trunks and rolls of carpet-ing and oilcloth in great heaps everywhere-utterly dismantled and disorganized everything,you know-it seems to me as if it could havebeen easier; but instead, it was just turning thekey on every dear home thing, as if we weregoing out for only a walk or a little visit, andyet knowing and realizing that we would never,never come home to it all again. Mother hadto go first. I was glad of that. I am glad of itto-night. I could not have had her lock thosedoors and take her last look alone. As it was,

IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE. 15I stood on the door-step, while brother Alfred,who had come for her, tucked her into the car-riage and looked taller and more manly whilehe did it. I looked as if I might be going backinto the house to hurry dinner, and have it allready for them when they returned from theirride. Some strangers who passed by just thendoubtless thought so. And yet we knew, wethree, that the last dinner in that house, thatwould ever be enjoyed.by us, had been preparedand eaten, and the dishes were all sold andpacked, and gone away."Take good care of yourself, for my sake,daughter," mother said once more, as they droveaway. Dear mother! it almost broke her heartto go away and leave me standing there alone;and Minie cried outright, and bitterly; andAlfred pushed his hat over to shade his eyes,and would not look around at me at all. But Ianswered gayly:"Oh, I'm all right; the doctor will take goodcare of me."Then I ran in, and shut the door; and I wentout, away out to the back kitchen, and sat downon one end of the old wash bench, and I amglad mother never knew how hard I cried. Itwas hard, harder than I had dreamed. Therewas nobody to stop crying for now; nobody tocare; and I just let all the tears that had choked4t

16 JULIA RIED.me, and fought at me, and been conquered byme, all the last two weeks, pour forth.I was supposed to be going to Mrs. Griswold'sto dinner. Vesta was married, and was at homeon a visit, she and her husband. He was a"wealthy man from Washington. I knew he hadbrought Vesta's mother a fur cloak, and she wasgoing back to Washington with them, to spendthe winter. Vesta and I used to play together,and now my mother was gone. I did not go toMrs. Griswold's to dinner. I did not have anydinner. It took all my time between the elevenand the three o'clock trains to shed my tears,and then to bathe my eyes from time to time, inhope that they would not look as though thetears had been shed. Finally I gave myself justtime to lock the doors hurriedly, not stoppingto peep into the family sitting-room, and rush-ing quickly by Alfred's chamber door. I turnedthe last key while the whistle was blowing forthe train; gave the entire bunch to Mr. Stuart'sboy, who stood in the store door as I passedand said cheeringly: " You will be late."And so at last, in haste and excitement, Iturned away from my old home, and began mycareer in the world. But a few days before Ihad received a brief note from Dr. Douglass. Itook it out on the cars and re-read it:

IN WHICH I FIND MY SPHERE. 17"Dear Sister uz7ia,-I have secured you aboarding place. Will meet the 3:50 train onFriday. Yours, DOUGLASS."Meager enough information, this, concerningmy new home, but all that I possessed. Awretched, drizzly rain was falling when the en-gine whistled into the station at Newton. Iremember I felt glad of it. Nothing had seemedso seasonable, so in keeping with events, duringall that day as did the steady drip, drip, of thatdismal rain. I wondered what the doctor wouldsay-first; whether he would fall to pitying me-say, " poor child," in that compassionate tone ofhis. If he did, I felt certain I should cry again-and that I felt too tired and wretched to do.What he did say was: "Have you rubberson ?" And all the way as the carriage rolleddown the streets he said only the merest com-monplaces to me, such, for instance, as: "Thatis Grace Church, that first building at the right;"or, " Our Mission Sabbath-school is located inthis vicinity."I wondered then if he knew how little I caredwhether Grace Church was located on the bankor in the river. To all his remarks I made noanswer, until finally he said:"Ah, here we are at home."Then I roused in great surprise." Why, do you board here? " I said.If

18 JULIA MIED," I certainly do," he answered, smiling. "Soyou see I shall have a fair opportunity to exer-cise my office of guardian-in-chief."The house, too, was a surprise to me. It waslarge and handsome. Grand almost, only thatit was in too exquisite taste to be called exactlygrand. Why the people living in it should keepboarders was a mystery to me.I made my wonderment known to Dr. Doug-lass, and asked for a reason, while we waited inthe gem of a sitting-room for the entrance ofsomebody. He turned toward me with anamused shrug of the shoulders, and answered:" Wait one month, won't you, Julia, and thenanswer that same question for me.""What is the lady's name, doctor? You didnot mention it in your lengthy and communi-cative letter."" The name is Tyndall," he answered briefly.I may as well say, just here, that it was watch-ing Mrs. Tyndall, and listening to her, that ledme first to desire to write this book. And be-cause I saw and heard much of her, and saw towhat uses she put her tongue, and saw the con-trast between her tongue and the tongues ofsome other people, and the results of all this, Iresolved to write it out for you all.And just then the door swung noiselessly andgracefully open, and Mrs. Tyndall entered.

CHAPTER II.IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED.HE came forward with that inimitable air ofGrace and ease which I afterward discov-ered always characterized all her move-ments. She was a slight, delicately formedlady, with fair hair and bright eyes-a lady whowore pale blue dresses and looked well in them.Dr. Douglass introduced me briskly:"Here is a very weary, very damp younglady, whom I commend to your tender mercies,Mrs. Tyndall. Miss Ried."And Mrs. Tyndall laughed a low, silvery littlelaugh; herself shook the rain drops from myhat, sent the doctor into the hall with my cloakand rubbers, and had me buried in the depthsof a crimson chair, with a sort of at-home at-mosphere floating around me, before I had timeto realize that I was in a strange land, and alone." Now cuddle yourself up there, and put your('9)

20 JULIA RIED.feet on the register and be comfortable, while Igive some directions concerning your trunks,"she said, brightly, as she floated from the room." Doctor," I said, the moment the door closed,"why have you never told me how lovely shewas?"The doctor's smile seemed rather grave, buthe only answered:" Do you like her?"" Like her !" I said, with the enthusiasm ofsixteen. " Why, I think she is perfectly lovely."Ere we had time for comparing our views thelady was back and chatted volubly a hundred littlebright, airy nothings, addressing herself princi-pally to the doctor, bidding me be as quiet as amouse, and rest a great deal; which thing I atleast appeared to do until supper was announced.That dining-room was a perfect fascination.I had never been in a room quite like it. Ithought of Ester's description of Uncle Ralph'shome in New York, and felt the similarity. Itwas not so much the grandeur that impressedme-though everything was certainly grandenough in my eyes-as the exquisite fitness ofthings, the blending of colors and shades, thematching of everything, without seeming to bematched; indeed, just as things match in thewoods on a perfect day, when the sunlight shim-mers in between the leaves.

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. 21The carpet was thick, and soft; and green,with sprays of autumn leaves strewn here andthere, as if a soft wind had fluttered them downand soft feet had pressed them smooth beforethey had time to wither. The walls were hungwith paper of that peculiar creamy tint that givesone the fancy that there is a golden sunset out-side, and that somehow the rays have managedto gild every side of the room at once.There was a bay-window, and plants in it-an oleander, very large, like a tree, and a birdhovering over it; and the bird chirped and twit-tered gently and tenderly as we passed by. Twoor three different varieties of geranium were inbloom, and as the leaves shivered when I brushedmy dress against them, they breathed their fra-grance all about the room.Old English Ivies came out from behind pic-ures and wound around the frames, and trailedover mantels, and crept around door-posts, ap-parently following the bent of their own wild,sweet fancies, and on.e spray actually reacheddown- and lay among the green mosses andbrown and yellow leaves of the carpet, stoppingfirst, though, to twine itself around a little tableand lay one of its great green leaves on a platewhere mosses and ferns had seemed to flingthemselves together, having red berries nestledlovingly among the green, and now and then agray old lichen standing sentinel.4

22 JULIA RIED.There was furniture in the room, of course-chairs, and tables, and sofas, and silver andchina on the dining-table; but these all seemedto have retired quietly into the background;necessary articles, indeed, doing their duty grace-fully and well, but by no means pushing themn-selves forward to be looked at and admired. Ihave been in many rooms since-grand roomswhere much money had been expended on theirfurnishings-and they seemed to me elegantwarehouses, where elegant upholstery and ex-quisite carving had been gathered together; thechairs and sofas seemed to me to stand outpompously, saying: "Admire us; are we notelegant beyond description ? " Into the chairsand sofas of Mrs. Tyndall's home one sank lux-uriously, and murmured inwardly: "How de-lightful all this is;" not the furniture, you know-not the carpets-not the money so lavishlyexhibited by proxy-but "it;" that indescrib-able, blended whole, which mountains of moneycan never gather together and arrange.At the table I first met Mr. Tyndall, a tall,handsome man, with exceeding suavity of man-ner-one of those men who are continuaHlygiven to complimenting, not coarsely, nor evenobnoxiously, except as you find yourself wish-ing that he would forget himself and yourselffor little whiles at a time and talk about some-

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. .23thing else. One thing I remember which im-pressed me strangely-the instant, well-bredclatter which Mrs. Tyndall began among thecups and saucers, together with an immediateflow of talk, and the slightly bowed head of Dr.Douglass, as he shaded his eyes with his handand offered his silent thanks; a movement whichno one seemed to notice or respect in the least.For myself, I found no chance to follow his ex-ample; and am not sure that I should have doneso any way. I felt confused, and not at home.My life in my mother's house had been a verysecluded one, and this was really the first time Ihad ever sat down to partake of food where noblessing was asked.I remember I felt sad to think that Mr. andMrs. Tyndall were not Christians, and also Ithought it strange that they did not ask Dr.Douglass to perform so simple and proper aduty publicly. Stranger still that they did notrespect his silent offering.The doctor donned his coat and hat immedi-ately after tea, came to me to know if I had anycommissions for him; then saying that he hadseveral calls to make, but would try to get inearly, took his departure."Will you rest here in this easy chair andhave a cosey little time with me, or would youlike to go directly to your room ?" Mrs. Tyn-4

24 JULIA RIED.dall queried, in a kindly tone, as the door closedon the doctor and her husband.The sitting-room was as bright and perfect inits way as the dining-room had been. I dreadedthe thought of my own room and its silence andloneliness. I shrank from the feeling of desola-tion that was trying to creep over me, and ac-cepted the easy-chair and Mrs. Tyndall's com-pany. She brought a bit of bright-colored fancywork and curled herself among the cushions ofanother easy chair; and then began her busylittle tongue:" Dr. Douglass is a very dear friend of yourfamily, I think he said ? "This inquiringly, and I assented." I suppose you are very fond of him, then,as is every mortal who comes in contact withhim.""Is he so very popular?" I asked, feelingextremely gratified; for Dr. Douglass seemedalmost as much a part of our family as mybrother Alfred did."Oh very, I think myself that he has but onefault, and that is-don't you think him the leastbit in the world fanatical ? Did you notice himthis evening at the table ? That does amuse meso; such an utterly unnecessary parade of good-ness: not that he does it for parade. I don'tthink that of him for a moment, but all people

EN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. 25are not entirely charitable, you know; and thenI am always just a little bit sorry on Mr. Tyn-dall's account. He isn't a Christian, I am sorryto say, and such little unimportant trifles dohave such an influence over some people. Ireally think we can not be too careful of ourinfluence. Don't you think so ?"To say that I was amazed by this style of talkwill hardly express my state of mind. Certain-ly, I thought people ought to be careful of theirinfluence; but what possible influence for evilcould there be in a man's bowing his head insilent acknowledgment of mercies? Here hadI been reflecting a little on the same subject,only to be filled with shame at the thought thatI, a professed Christian, had eaten my bread likea heathen. But it seems there were two sides tothe question." Yes," I said, hesitatingly, "I think we ought-but then-I-don't you think it is proper fora man to ask a blessing on his food?""Well, my dear, that depends, like everythingelse in this world, on circumstances; for instance,where the man is (if he is) at the head of hisown table of course it is eminently proper; butif, on the contrary, he is only a visitor or aboarder, and the head of the house is not aChristian, why then the influence may be veryunfortunate. Now, in this case, of course it3S<

26 JULIA TRIED.does Dr. Douglass no particular good. He canremember his mercies, if he finds any at ourtable, in his private room to his heart's content,and run no risk of prejudicing others. Besides,a prayer, you know, does not need to be accom-panied with bowed heads or closed eyes. It canbe utterly unseen or unknown to men, and quiteas acceptable. So where is the use in exposingone's self to ridicule? Mr. Tyndall can not bepersuaded to look on such things in any otherlight than as a pretty little scene gotten up foreffect. He says it is equivalent to saying: 'Iam holier than thou.' And while he has toohigh a respect for the doctor to think so of him,yet the provoking man persists in saying that'a little religion sets well on a professional man,because it is so unusual.' So you see it just ex-poses the whole thing to ridicule; and while Ihave the very highest opinion of the doctor andhis motives, I can not help feeling sorry that hewill not think of his influence a little, just onMr. Tyndall's account, you know. It is naturalthat I should feel anxious about him. But howI am running on, about your dear friend, too.How do I know but you will tell him everyword I have said? Only I do know that ayoung lady whom Dr. Douglass calls his friendcould never be guilty of anything of the kind."I was very much astonished. Evidently, there

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. 27was a side to this subject on which I had notthought at all-a danger of injuring people byour consistent lives, as well as by inconsistentones. I wondered that I had never heard thisview advanced before. I felt sorry for Mrs.Tyndall that she should have so peculiar a hus-band as to be injured by what seemed to me sosimple a thing. But there had been weight inher words, I thought; and I suppose I need notadd that I resolved to be careful not to add toher evident anxiety by my own thoughtless ad-herence to custom in this matter. It certainlywas very true that one need not cover one's eyesin order to be thankful for one's daily bread.I was rather sorry for that closing sentence ofMrs. Tyndall's, for I was very eager to disclosemy new ideas to Dr. Douglass, and had notuntil that moment imagined an impropriety init; but the moment I heard that sweet voice say," could never be guilty of anything of the kind,"with a strong emphasis on the word "guilty,"I straightway grew shocked at my own wick-edness, and resolved not to open my lips to thedoctor."Of course not," I said aloud and promptly,in answer to her last sentence; and Mrs. Tyn-dall laughed, a low, sweet ripple (her laugh wasthe softest, clearest and most musical one that Iever heard), and answered:I

28 JULIA RIED." My dear, I hadn't an idea that you would dosuch a thing. I know you ever so much betterthan that already.""Do you attend the same church that Dr.Douglass does?" was my next query." Oh yes; and our seat is directly oppositehis; and it is directly behind the pastor's pew,for which latter fact I am very sorry. Our min-ister's wife is a good soul as ever lived; but shehas absolutely no more taste in dress than a posthas. Her mixture of colors is terrific. Mr.Tyndall declares it will give him the lockjawyet. And her children are such forlorn littlefrights ; it is too ridiculous. I positively thinkit is a sin for a woman to be so regardless ofappearances. There is no excuse for it; andMrs. Mulford injures her husband's usefulnessby that very thing. I really feel sorry for you,Miss Ried. I know your taste in dress is ex-quisite. There is no surer way of indicatingthat fact than by a suitable traveling attire; andto think of your having to sit behind Mrs. Mul-ford, in her green bonnet, is terrific. She is thelast person in the world who ought to wear any-thing green; and so, of course, she has appearedin a green velvet hat for the last three winters."I wonder if there was ever a girl of sixteen,possessed of sufficient brain, not to be gratifiedover a delicate, gracefully-worded compliment

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. 29about her taste in dress ? I am not sure thatit is a desirable quantity of brain to possess. Iam to this day a believer in sincere compli-ments, and decidedly a believer in exercisingtaste in the matter of dress; and yet I knowto-night, perfectly well, that it would have beenbetter, both for Mrs. Mulford and myself, ifMrs. Tyndall had not said on that Novembernight a single word of what I have been tellingyou. Well, I didn't know it then, and I laughedat her description, and flushed a little over thepersonal part, and glanced down at my dressand wondered if it could be true. I was simplyenough dressed. Nothing could be quieterthan my plain brown alpaca. It fitted nicely;but that was a matter of course with me.Nothing that my dear mother's hand had cutand made ever fitted other than nicely. Theshade of the brown was exquisite, remindingone of autumn leaves (Sadie had selected thedress for me), and the knot of ribbon whichfinished the plain linen collar at my throat wasjust -that peculiar tint of blue which matchesso wonderfully with rich browns. I had a fas-tidious eye for colors. I rather prided myselfon it; so I was the more ready to laugh overMrs. Mulford's green bonnet."What of her husband? " I asked, presently." He doesn't wear a green bonnet, at least. Doyou like him ?"4

30 JULIA RIED." No, thank fortune, he can not distract me inthat way; but there are various ways of doingthe same thing. Do I like him? Oh, certain-ly; and his wife too. I would not be guilty ofdisliking our clergyman and his wife. But heis somewhat peculiar. He has extremely oddways. In the pulpit he makes the most com-ical use of his handkerchief. If he would onlyforget to bring it just once it would be a greatrelief. I am sure he must need a great manysets in the course of a year. I think he tiesknots in them ; at least he twists and untwiststhem a great many times during service. Thenhe has a curious little twitch in his mouth that isreally very mirth-provoking. Just pass me thatbook at your left, please. I can read just likehim, and I'll favor you with a specimen, lestyou should be taken un'awares next Sabbathand your nerves not prove equal to the occa-sion."The book I gave her was an elegantly-boundcopy of their Church hymn-book, and the pageat which she chanced to open contained thatglorious old hymn-" When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of Glory died,My richest gain I cou-t but loss,And pour contempt on all my pride."It had been my father's, it was my mother's

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. .3favorite. Many a time I had heard her dearvoice, low and tender, tremble through thetouching words. Until this time I never hadheard them without feeling something very akinto tears struggling in my heart. But that even-ing, as Mrs. Tyndall's lips sweetly syllabled thewords, the small mouth twitched and twisted inso ludicrous a way, that before she had finishedthe first verse I was convulsed with laughter.The amusement proved too fascinating to beresisted, and Mrs. Tyndall and I giggled, andchoked, and frolicked through the four match-less verses of that matchless hymn. Her faceresumed instant gravity when the last line wasread, and she said, kindly:"I am very sorry that Dr. Mulford has al-lowed himself to contract such a ridiculoushabit. I have given you a specimen, not, ofcourse, for the purpose of ridiculing him, butsimply to show you how nearly impossible itis, for young people especially, to maintaintheir gravity. I don't think he has an idea howbad it can be, or he would certainly try to cor-rect it. Isn't it sad to think what trifling thingswill mar the usefulness of ministers ? I some-times wish they could overhear all the funnyremarks that are made about them, so that theymight learn greater carefulness.""Is he a fine preacher?" I asked, grown4

32 JULIA RIED.grave, too, and not a little ashamed of my out-burst of mirth." Yes-and no- that is, he writes well and isquite an orator, but his sermons are apt to beall in one strain, the style which Mr. Tyndallcalls being personally preached at. He saysDr. Mulford never seems to think that thesheep need special attention, for he is constant-ly 'pitching into the goats.' He will talk inthat absurd way," she added, with the sweetestand lightest of laughs. "Of course I can notbut be grieved at his utter indifference. I amfearful that he is becoming more and more un-concerned. Dr. Mulford's unfortunate habit oflashing all who are not Christians, his reallyuncharitable way of speaking, is having a veryunfortunate effect on Mr. Tyndall. Still, thedoctor is a good man and means to do justright; these are only errors in judgment, youknow. I fancy that he must have been preach-ing to a very different class of people before hecame here; and either repeats his old sermons,or else he has grown into that old-fashionedstyle and can not overcome it.""Do you attend Sabbath-school ?" I asked,with a slight hesitation. Someway I fancied asort of incongruity between the elegant littlelady in front of me and Sabbath-school work;but she answered promptly and brightly:

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. 33"Oh yes. I have a class, a very pleasantone. Senator Dowling's daughter is in it, andJudge Colman's two daughters, and severalother young girls of that stamp. I have onlyone trial, a girl who has recently been placed inthe class. She is the daughter of a widow, adressmaker, who has lately moved here. Thegirl is a good, respectable creature, but it is themost inconsiderate thing to place her in myclass. Of course it isn't possible for her to feelat home there; she has no associates, and it isunpleasant for her and disagreeable for the girlsand positively painful for me. I spoke to Dr.Mulford about it. He is not the superintendent,but I had a good opportunity, and I thought Iwould let him know how matters stood; butmen never understand such things, especiallyministers. Dr. Mulford bestowed a witheringlook on me and said: We must remember thatthe girl has an immortal soul that needeth car-ing for as much as any in my class.' Don'tyou dislike that style of talk ? It sounds won-derfuHy like cant to me, and I do think ifthere is any one thing that a Christian ought totry to avoid it is cant."I answered very few of Mrs. Tyndall's ques-tions that evening-indeed she did not wait forany answers, her talk flowed smoothly andmusically on without pause or hindrance, whichm

34 JULIA RIED.was fortunate for me, as in truth I should havefound it very difficult to answer her, for I wasbeginning to realize that I was not quite surewhat I thought about anything. She expressedso many new and startling ideas, and all in sosweet and gentle a spirit, and seemed so- thor-oughly imbued with a desire to be watchful ofher influence, careful not to do injury to thecause of Christ, that I was well-nigh bewildered,and contented myself with asking questions.My next was in regard to Dr. Douglass' class.That he had one I had learned from himself."His singular tastes, or whims, or whateverone ought to name them, are very prominentin Sabbath-school," Mrs. Tyndall said, speak-ing of the doctor. "There was a very import-ant class of young ladies, some of the veryfirst young ladies in our church, some, too,whom we had been at infinite pains to get toidentify themselves with the school, and wewanted Dr. Douglass to take the class; theladies expressed their willingness to receivehim as a teacher, and don't you think he de-clined the class! 'would not desert his post,'so he said. You must know he has a pet class,a half-dozen or more of wild girls, whom he haspicked up from goodness knows where. Shop-girls, I believe somebody said they were; butthey are not connected with our church in any

IN WHICH I AM PUZZLED. 35way, and I think myself that their proper placeis in the mission school. Well, he refused togive up those girls for this important class. Ireally felt provoked with him, and told him so.""What did he say?" I asked, wonderingsecretly how she ever found courage to interferewith Dr. Douglass' plans. She answered care-lessly:"Oh, the old story about those girls havingno religious training outside the Sabbath-schooland his hoping to gain an influence over them.All very true and proper, of course; but thenthe very fact that they are so ignorant onlyproves that a teacher could readily have beenfound competent to teach them, while it is reallyvery difficult to secure a suitable teacher for theBible-class of which I spoke. We had a greatdeal of trouble, and only half succeeded. Mrs.Mulford took the class, but I don't think she isvery popular, and some of the ladies are just alittle offended to think that Dr. Douglass de-clined the class. I do think the doctor is toogood a man to allow himself to be governed bywhims at the expense of his usefulness. Mr.Tyndall says that Dr. Douglass is "- And justat that point the arrival of Dr. Douglass him-self checked my companion's volubility.4

CHAPTER III.IN WHICH I MEET THE SOCIAL QUESTION.E were alone for a few minutes after that.SCallers took Mrs. Tyndall to the parlor,P ~and the doctor drew his chair nearer to"mine, with a look of genuine pleasure beam-ing on his faee."Do you know, Julia," he commenced, atonce, "there is one reason why I am particularlyglad of the position you have assumed ? Thereare some girls with whom you will come in con-tact for whom I am specially anxious. Theyare in my class in Sabbath-school; gay, wildgirls, who have had few advantages, religiouslyat least, and most of them few enough of anysort. I think there is no influence, save that ofabsolute indifference, brought to bear upon themnow; at the shop I mean. So do you see whyI am glad of your position ? It will be a re-(36)

IN WHICH I MEET THE SOCIAL QUESTION. 37sponsible one, Julia. I want you to use it carefully and prayerfully."Instead of answering him at once, I fell tothinking of Mrs. Tyndall's description-" Girlswhom he has picked up from goodness knowswhere. S/ho-girls, I believe somebody saidthey were," with a strongly-marked emphasis onthe word "shop." I remembered what injuryDr. Douglass had done by refusing the otherclass. I reflected that he was evidently consid-ered a fanatic by at least some of the people ofNewton, and for the first time in my life Iquestioned the wisdom of the doctor's proceed-ings. Added to this was a feeling of irritationthat he should seem to class me so promptlywith the shop-girls. There was a difference, Iargued, between a book-keeper and a girl whodabbled in the paste all day. While underneathit all lay a sense of shame that I was really soshallow-brained as to care for this distinction,and a vague sense of wonderment as to whenceit had sprung; for I had fancied myself aboveit. All these feelings combined gave point andsharpness to my tone and words when I finallyanswered my waiting friend:"I will use my influence as well as I can, ofcourse, when I am with the girls; but I supposeI can hardly be expected to find associatesamong the shop-girls."

38 JULIA RIED.The slightest possible elevation of the doctoreyebrows showed me that I was giving him anew phase of my character. But he answeredme gravely:"It is a Christian influence of which I am insearch; and that, if true and pure, will be ex-erted wherever there are souls to call it forth,and an opportunity offered, and it will mattervery little what work the bodies of those soulshappen to be engaged in."1 was familiar with these and like sentimentsexpressed by Dr. Douglass, and had been wontto admire them; but on the particular eveningof which I write they sounded to me decidedlyfanatical.The doctor at once changed the subject byasking me if I had passed a pleasant evening.I assured him that I had, and grew animated inmy admiration of Mrs. Tyndall; and again Inoticed that grave, almost sad look come intohis face, and he replied, thoughtfully:" I fancied you would not particularly admireher."" Well," I said, testily, "is that the reasonwhy you exerted yourself to secure board forme here, because you thought I would at oncetake a dislike to the lady of the house, and sofind my abiding place extremely pleasant anddesirable ?"

IN WHICH I MEET THE SOCIAL QUESTION. 39The doctor brought his eyes back from vacan-cy and fixed them on me with a little good-humored laugh."I beg your pardon and hers," he said,brightly. "I didn't mean that. I only meantto say that I imagined you a remarkably pene-trative young lady. It is an honor to you thatyou are not. I am sure I don't like suspiciouspeople; but come, Julia, you and I must notquarrel; we are brother and sister, you know."But, although I hadn't the slightest idea whatwas the trouble with me, I could not get backinto pleasant humor."No, we are not," I answered, sharply."That is nonsense. How do I know but youare going to be married next week-in whichcase we would be only strangers to each other."I have never forgotten the look of pain whichswept over Dr. Douglass' face, as I made thiscareless allusion to his sorrowful past, nor theabsolute pallor which settled upon it as he an-swered me in a low, grave voice after a few min-utes of silence:"Julia, I will not remind you that my wife isin the grave--that you already know; neitherwill I say to you that I shall never marry, be-cause all such expressions seem to me foolishand uncalled for; but perhaps it would be aswell to say to you that nothing is further from4

4r0 JULIA RIED.my present plans and intentions than marriage,before I add that if I were to be married to-morrow I do not see how that would alter thefact that I have always tried to be to you thefriend that Ester loved to think I would be, and-that I have a most earnest desire to continue tobe your friend and helper in every possibleway."I have always been glad that for a momentat least I came back to myself, and said frankly:" I don't know what possessed me to speaksuch rude and nonsensical words to you, doctor.I hope you will forgive me."He smiled and bowed in his old frank way,and said:" Now let me speak at once of a matter whichI have in my mind. How about the books,Julia ?"Then, indeed, he touched upon a sore subject.I had most earnestly desired a thorough educa-tion, and great had been the battle to be foughtere plain common sense won the victory. I an-swered the question meekly enough:"The books are at the bottom of my trunk,and likely to remain there. It is bread andshoes now instead of books.""Why not devote your evenings to them?Two of your evenings will be occupied, at leastI hope they will. Thursday is the church prayer-

IN WHICH I MEET THE SOCIAL QUESTION. 41meeting evening, and on Saturday is our youngpeople's meeting, and I have greatly counted onyour presence and assistance there. But thatarrangement leaves you four; and in the line ofteacher I think we could manage, at least I usedto earn the bread and shoes that you speak ofin that way during my vacations of study.""Do you mean that you will help me," I said,with brightening eyes; and I thought that wasthe best thing he could ever do for me. So be-fore I went to my room that evening a course ofstudy had been planned and all but commenced.I was very excited and glad over it, and moyedaround my gem of a room not at all with thesense of desolation that I expected to have. Onthe whole my prospects seemed very pleasant.I rather dreaded the morrow's ordeal; but afterall I told myself there could be nothing so veryhard about that, and the evenings should atonefor the days; how I would study. Then cer-tainly nothing could be more charming thanthis home into which I had been cordially re-ceiver, and no person could be more delightfulthan Mrs. Tyndall. At thought of her mymind went wandering over our evening's talk,and one little uneasy feeling possessed me. Irecalled the fact that of every person whom shehad mentioned that evening she had said some-thing-should I call it uncharitable? Oh no,4

42 JULIA RIED.certainly that sweet low voice could not havesaid other than kindly words; besides she hadseemed so anxious not to impress me unfavor-ably. She had spoken repeatedly of the good-ness of Dr. Mulford and his wife, and then Ilaughed again at the memory of the comic faces,and said, "What a queer man he must be;" andit certainly was foolish in Mrs. Mulford to offendtasteful people in such a simple and easily regu-lated matter as a choice of colors; and Mrs.Tyndall spoke very kindly of them both, andhow interested she was in her Sabbath-schoolclass. Who was that girl I wondered ? Whowas that one discordant element? Of courseMrs. Tyndall was not to blame if her classwould not assimilate. Perhaps this one was ashop-girl, and would be better in Dr. Douglass'class. I winced a little at thought of those shop-girls with whom I must mingle more or less.Shop-girls had gone two steps down the socialladder since morning. Why? I couldn't pos-sibly tell. Was it that peculiar tone which Mrs.Tyndall's voice had taken when she spoke thewords ? And there struggled together in mymind the two thoughts-to be faithful to thegirls of Dr. Douglass' class, to use my influencein the right direction, and to let Mrs. Tyndallknow that I belonged to a different class of be-ings and had been accustomed to different soci-

IN WHICH I MEET THE SOCIAL QUESTION. 43ety; and while I was trying to decide whetheror not Mrs. Tyndall was right and Dr. Douglassa most decidedly fanatical man I fell asleep.Just as I was moving to my desk, the nextmorning, after a somewhat lengthy explanatoryconversation with Mr. Gatman, Mr. Sayles calledto me-" A word with you, if you please,. MissRied "-and I went to him, in the little squareroom, where the box stove was, whose objectseemed to be to serve as a footstool for the twogentlemen. " I am afraid you will have not verypleasant persons to deal with, for a few days atleast," he began, nodding his head toward thework-room by way of explanation. "The factis, there is a sort of blind insurrection in there;the girls are disposed to resent this infringementon what they consider their rights; you see theyhave been used to having a gentleman to tor-ment, and they managed to plague the life near-ly out of the last one we had. What I wish tosay is, that perhaps you will do well not to no-tice any little annoyances or trifling rudenessesmore than you can help, and the thing will prob-ably come all right in a few days. You seethey are in something of a predicament them-selves; they have no complaint to make to us,because they don't want us to know that theyrebel, so they have no resort but to revengethemselves upon you. Oh, there will be nothing

44 JULIA RIED.serious, of course, only a little nonsense perhaps;they are a gay set, but good workers; theirplaces would be rather difficult to fill, and onetrouble is, they know it."This talk did not serve to increase my compos-ure. It seemed to me to mean, " You will havetrouble enough, but don't complain to us." Ionly bowed in response, and went at once to thework-room. My seat was at the further end ofthe room, near a window. I traversed the lengthof the room, conscious that ten pairs of eyes wereleveled at me, and my ears gave me evidence ofseveral ill-suppressed giggles. On my chairwas a huge pan of paste, in which I had nearlyseated myself before I noticed it, and the merri-ment increased. I had it in my heart to per-emptorily order somebody to take the thingaway, but, on reflecting that I knew none of them,and that my order was quite likely to be disre-garded, I had the good sense to wait on myself.I dumped the sticky pan down on the floor, with,perhaps, an unnecessarily hard thud, helped my-self uninvited to an apron which hung near me,and used it to wipe off the daubs of paste thathad dripped from the pan, then took my seatand my account book. I have reason to thinkthat my first composed and independent recep-tion of their courtesies was a success, for,although the whole bevy of them continued in

IN WHICH I MEET THE SOCIAL QUESTION. 45the highest state of frolic and laughter duringthe day, I was, despite Mr. Sayles' awful warn-ing, left in comparative peace. In the course ofthe morning, having put my account book intosomething like working order, I had leisure toobserve the girls; and despite the fact that theywere every one of them shop-girls, I found my-self actually admiring them. What a bright,pretty company they were! Every one of themhad good, intelligent faces, and several of themwere extremely pretty. The most of them hadrather dashing manners, a sort of recklessnessabout their movements, unpleasant to see, andat first unaccountable to me; but I came in timeto this decision, which I never had occasion tochange, that whatever of recklessness or indiffer-ence to the public opinion was noticeable inthem, was due, in a marked degree, to the pub-lic itself, to the air of superiority which thatpublic constantly assumes toward them; notbecause they are ignorant, for Frank Hooper, ashop-girl, was better educated than Gen. Park'sdaughter Anna, who ignored Frank's existencewhen she met her on the street; not becausethey were girls of disreputable character, for Inever met a purer, sweeter girl than RuthWalker, the fair-haired young creature whoworked down at the lower end of our shop; butsimply and solely, so far at least as I can dis-

46 JULIA RIED.cover, because they are shop-girls, and so be-long, of necessity, to the lower rank of beings;this, at least, was the demoralizing processbrought to bear upon the girls in our shop, andit had its results. Now, I, in my busy, secludedlife, had known very little about the daily com-panionship of girls of my own age. In schoolI had been a hard student, and of late years hadonly gone thither for recitations, and hurriedhome betimes to help my dear, overburdenedmother. So, among the things about this newlife of mine, that had seemed pleasant to me, wasthis one of having friends among the girls, andI honestly think that no idea of being infinitelysuperior to them all had entered my brain untilthat first evening spent in Mrs. Tyndall's sitting-room.What had called it forth ? I did not realizethen. I do now.

CHAPTER IV.IN WHICH I BECOME SUB-SEXTON.T HAT morning, before coming to the shop, amost unpleasant thing had occurred. Asw xe moved away from the breakfast-tableMrs. Tyndall observed, pleasantly:" It is fortunate for you that Mr. Tyndall isobliged to breakfast at a barbarously early hour.You will never have cause to be a tardy school-girl."I turned an embarrassed, and I think a flushedface toward Dr. Douglass, who came at once tomy rescue."i Are you laboring under the impression thatMiss Ried still ranks among the school-girls ?"he asked, and added, in a quiet, matter-of-courseway: "I supposed I had mentioned the fact thatshe is book-keeper for Messrs. Sayles & Getman-an equally pressing necessity for early hours,you will observe; and therefore Miss Ried has(47)

48 JULIA RIED.reason to congratulate herself on her boardingplace."Did I see, or did I imagine, the slightest pos-sible shrug of Mrs. Tyndall's shoulders, theslightest possible curl of her pretty lips, ere shespoke her next sentence, in her usual and-beau-tifully-modulated tones ?"I beg your pardon, Miss Ried, for classingyou among the juveniles. Dr. Douglass, man-like, told me nothing whatever about you, ex-cept that you were a particular friend of his, andquite young. I imagined the rest, or took it upas a matter of course."Thus smoothly and gracefully did she receivethe news. Not a word, you see, of astonishmentor disapproval, spoken or implied. And yet,for the first time, I felt an utter distaste for mynew sphere, and had Messrs. Sayles & Getmanbeen just then offering me the coveted positionI should have peremptorily declined it. I re-memiber I somewhat abruptly expressed my feel-ings to the doctor, on our way up town, andthat he gave me very little comfort." Was Mrs. Tyndall annoyed, do you suppose,to learn that I belonged to a shop instead of aschool-room ?" I asked him; at which he smiledsomewhat curiously, but answered, quietlyenough::' I think very likely she was. You, of course,

IN WHICH I BECOME SUB-SEXTON. 49expect to meet that class of people occasionally.Had I not believed you to be superior to them Ishould have tried to dissuade you from accept-"ing this position."" But why should people act like simpletons ?What is there dishonorable in an attempt to earnone's living?" I said this sharply and impa-tiently, speaking as I felt, and the doctor laughed."You have asked a question now which it isimpossible to answer. I know no more whypeople should act like simpletons than you do.All I know is that many of them act just thatway."" But Christian people, doctor-why shouldthey stand aloof from those who have to workfor their bread ?"And at this question he was very grave, andanswered me with a gentle sadness:" There are some very un-Christlike Christiansin this world, Julia. Don't you be one of them."Yet in spite of all this, or rather because ofsome of it, I sat in my high chair and wrotenames-and figures with a somewhat cloudedbrow. Life was not what it had looked to be,only last week even. I seemed to have had aglimpse of degrees and grades of society of whichI had not dreamed; and I seemed to myself tobe neither in one grade nor the other, but bal-ancing miserably between. Where did I get54t

50 JULIA RIED.my glimpse? What did I know that morningthat I had not known the morning before-say ?It was impossible to tell. " Did Mrs. Tyndallcurl her lip, or didn't she ?" That was all Iknew about it.Mr. Sayles came in presently and gave mesome instructions-the book was in a tangle;and beginning to understand what I must do toright it, I worked away industriously. Betweentimes I watched the girls. There was a leadingspirit-Frank they called her. Frank HooperI found her name to be in course of time. Istudied her, to know what there was about herthat made her a leader.Her distinguishing feature was plainness-ofattire I mean, not of face; that was- Well, ifshe had not been a shop-girl it would have beencalled beautiful; but her plain linen collar waspinned with a common black-headed pin. Allthe others wore fancy collars and rather dash-ing-looking bows, except little Ruth down inthe further corner-she had a narrow white frillin her dress. Altogether she seemed to havestudied plainness as carefully as most of themhad studied.their bits of decorations. Even herhair was brushed back from her forehead straightand smooth, and bound into a fierce knot at theback. I wondered if she knew how this distin-guished her from the rest, in their frippery, out-

IN WHICH I BECOME SUB-SEXTON. 51of-place adornments. I did not discover whyshe led them, or even how; but that she did, ina measure at least, was plain. They appealed toher a dozen times an hour, and when disputesarose, as they did endlessly, about nothings,there was a general cry of: "Let's leave it toHooper."Presently I was summoned to the salesroom,and, pencil and book in hand, took the rapidly-given orders, and made out bills of sale. It waspleasant enough work, and I began to enter intothe spirit of it. As I was returning to the desk,to make duplicates of my bills, Mr. Sayles re-called me."I want to introduce you to my son, MissRied," he said, in a friendly tone. "You willexcuse my calling you back. I don't like tointroduce you in the other room. Of course Ican't do it with the girls, and some of them arehigh-flyers, and can't see the difference." Thenhe turned and made the introductions.Mr. Sayles was a well-dressed, gentlemanlyyoung-man, with a handsome face, and mannerswhich could easily be made fascinating."That's all nonsense, father," he said, good-humoredly. " I would as lieve be introduced toall of them as not. I know them all, anyway."" Yes, yes, Jerome, I know. You are one ofthe free-and-easy sort. But all men are not

52 JULIA RIED.made after your pattern. Some, now, would con-sider it a downright insult to be introduced toshop-girls. And I want Miss Ried here tounderstand that whenever I don't introduce herin the shop, it's because of them, not her."I did not tarry to talk with my new acquaint-ance, but returned to my seat and my bills, spec-ulating, meantime, over these new truths. Therewas a well-recognized distinction, then. I wasnot a shop-girl, but an introducable person.But wherefore? I occupied the same room. Iworked hard all day as they did. Was it becauseof the pasty aprons and the sticky fingers, andwere grades in society formed with paste? Itwas a bewildering question. I puzzled over ituntil I found that I had credited the firm ofHarter & Coles with seven hundred and fifty-nineshop-girls instead of boxes. Then I took a freshstart and resolutely gave myself to business.Mr. Sayles, junior, sauntered in presently,bowed right and left, and answered the merrygreetings showered at him on all sides withequal merriment. He certainly needed no intro-ductions here. Only one of the girls seemedoblivious of his presence. Frank Hooper senther boxes flying around her wheel with mar-velous rapidity, and neither turned her head norspoke. Even little Ruth nodded, and smiled,and blushed, and turned back to her work, while

IN WHICH I BECOME SUB-SEXTON. 53Frank worked on unceasingly. Mr. Sayles hada most uproarious time with two of the wildestgirls in the room, teased poor little Ruth into aburning blush all over her fair face, and stirredup the various elements in the room in a mas-terly way before he halted for just one momentat Frank's stand. Not a dozen words passedbetween them, but they were low and dignified.Then Mr. Sayles nodded, and shouted: " Good-by all," lifted his hat with a respectful bow tome and departed." Hooper," one of the girls said, when theclamor of tongues that succeeded the gentle-man's departure had somewhat subsided, " areyou going to the meeting to-night ?""No; I am going in another direction."" Not to the concert ? "" Yes, to the concert."Then arose a tumult, clapping of hands, criesof "Good, good!" and "That's jolly in Je-rome!" interspersed with mimic groans andsighs over their less happy lot, in the midst ofwhich-a voice louder than the others cried:" Oh, Hooper! what will Dr. Douglass say toyou ?"Then Frank's eyes flashed, and she answered,with haughty dignity:"Dr. Douglass is not my keeper.""He thinks he is, anyhow. I just wonder4t

54 JULIA RIED.what he will say? I say it's a shame, Hooper,when he considers you caught, to slip away inthis fashion."I reported so much of the conversation aspertained to the meeting and the concert to Dr.Douglass. The other part, not understandingas yet, I preferred to be silent about. Helistened with a troubled face, gave a start ofsurprise or annoyance, or both combined, andsaid, abruptly:"I am very sorry to hear this. I think thatman-you must help me, Julia, to counteract-he is- Oh, well; never mind. Some othertime I'll explain.""I don't need any explanation," I said tomyself, with a wise nod of my head. "Youdon't like that man a bit. I wonder why.""Did you meet young Mr. Sayles?" Mrs.Tyndall asked me, at the tea-table. "Thatgentleman is quite a favorite with me; indeed,he is a general favorite, isn't he, doctor?"And the doctor answered, with as near anapproach to rudeness as I ever saw in him:" I do not know."As I made ready to accompany the doctor tothe young people's meeting, I wondered ifthey two-Dr. Douglass and Mrs. Tyndall-ever agreed in anything. Also, when they dif-fered, which was right

IN WHICH I BECOME SUB-SEXTON. 55The evening was glowing with moonlight,and as we slipped along the pavement, Dr. Doug-lass remarked, cheerily:"I think we shall have a large attendancethis evening. Such glorious moonlight will woothe young people out."Matters looked most uninviting to me whenwe reached the building where the meeting washeld. It was far away from the church-a roomused for a select school during the day, chosenbecause of its being more central, as well aseasier to warm than the large church. Chapelor prayer-room they had none. The fire haddied down in the ugly-looking stove, and therewere various reminders of the children who hadpeopled the room during the day.The doctor, however, went briskly to work,putting bits of sticks together and coaxing intoa blaze the dying embers. Then he lighted thelamps-gas had not found its way into thisschool-room. One or two of the lamps re-quired trimming, and the doctor's scissors didduty. Then, from some out-of-the-way pockethe produced a handkerchief, and, with a rogu-ish side glance at me, proceeded to dusting thelamps, remarking, as he did so:"This is not the handkerchief that I use whenI am in personal need of that article."Gathering energy from his example, I finally

56 JULIA RIED.set to work, picked bits of paper and apple-corefrom the floor, and added them to the cracklingfire; then I tidied up the school mistress' desk-and most sadly was it in need of such atten-tion. I remember I said to the doctor:"If I were a school teacher, I should put mydesk in something like order before I left it atnight."And he replied:" I have discovered that it isn't possible forme to decide what I will do or say, under givencircumstances, until I have been several timesthrough said circumstances."" I don't believe that," I answered, promptly."I know exactly what Ishould do under a greatmany circumstances."Nevertheless, I pondered over his answerconsiderably, and have thought of it with a smileand a sigh many a time since then.While we were still at work there came in agentleman. His face attracted me at once. Iremember I thought I had never seen a morenoble one. Yet it wore a pale and weary look,as if the man were overburdened with care orwork, or both. I thought him a brother physi-cian, because Dr. Douglass called him " doctor."He came forward to our end of the room, andspoke cheerily:"Ah, doctor, hard at work, making ready for

IN WHICH I BECOME SUB-SEXTON. 57your flock? I wish I could be with you inthese meetings. I believe they would do mysoul good. What cheer ?""A very pleasant meeting last week, and avery hopeful spirit. To-night I someway feelthat the meeting will be a precious one. Can'tyou remain, doctor?""Wish I could; but old Auntie Frisby hassent for me, and I must try to carry a crumb ofcomfort to her, and look in on Father Durfeeon my way back. Gather all the sunshine youcan from the meeting, and bottle it up for me."At this point Dr. Douglass turned toward meas he said:"Why, I beg pardon, Julia. Let me intro-duce you to Miss Ried, Dr. Mulford. She is amember of our household at Mrs. Tyndall's.""Ah," said Dr. Mulford, quickly, as he heldout his hand for cordial greeting, "a member,also, of the household of faith, I trust ?"I do not think I answered him. I was struckdumb with astonishment. I had a mental pic-ture of Dr. Mulford so utterly unlike this livingone. Mine I had manufactured out of the. frag-ments which Mrs. Tyndall had given me. Howwas it possible, I wondered, for that pale, pureface ever to look comical in the pulpit?" He is a glorious man," Dr. Douglass said,enthusiastically, as the door closed after his4

58 JULIA RIED.pastor. "A hard worker, an earnest preacher,and a faithful pastor. I wish there were moremen like him in this world. Well, now we areready for our people. But, first, you may dis-tribute the books, if you will."He unlocked a small desk in one corner andproduced therefrom a quantity of tiny books,neatly bound, which I distributed according tohis directions, placing one on each desk. Thenhe announced himself as entirely ready, and inexact time."Are you the sexton always?" I asked, as Itook the seat indicated to me; "or is this even-ing an exception ?"" This evening is the rule, and there is anoccasional exception; however, I do not mindit in the least. Let us sing the hymn on thetwenty-fourth page, Julia."

CHAPTER V.IN WHICH WORK IS DONE FOR ETERNITY.ND immediately he began to sing. He had, a noble voice, full and round. I alwaysr enjoyed hearing him sing. There were sixverses of the hymn, and he sang them all,I joining in. Then, almost without pause orbreak, he sang the words on the following page,to another tune. I never hear the words ofthat precious hymn without a sweet and solemnmemory of that evening meeting stealing throughmy heart.Meantime the room was filling up rapidly."Young boys and girls, some with skates strungover their shoulders, as if they had just droppedin on their way from their evening frolic, somewith bundles or mail matter, which they quietlydeposited; nearly all of them had the air ofpeople who had stopped on their way to or from(59)4.

60 JULIA RIED,work or play to rest awhile. I noticed, amongthe girls, four or five familiar faces, little RuthWalker's among the rest. For them all Dr.Douglass had a smile and bow; but still sangon; and the new-comers seemed to find theirplaces in the little book by instinct, or moreprobably by familiarity, and joined in the mu-sic, until presently the house was filled withsong. A moment's break at the close of onehymn, and then they sang, in more subduedvoices, one verse of that wonderful old hymn:" Lord, we approach the mercy-seat,Where thou dost answer prayer,There humbly fall before thy feet,For none can perish there."Then, in an instant, all heads were Dowed onthe desks, and solemn silence filled the room.The doctor's voice broke in upon the peculiarstillness with words of prayer that I never for-got. They were:"Holy Spirit, come now and fill our hearts.Help us to pray. We are poor and needy.Show us what to do to-night. Dear Jesus, washus from sin; make us pure in thy Father's sight;help us to bear our crosses, thinking always ofthe one thou didst bear for us. May we lovethee more than any other, and fear thee morethan all earth combined, and trust thee witha never-failing strength. Amen."

IN WHICH WORK IS DONE FOR ETERNITY. 61Then, immediately, as if it were a portion ofthe prayer, they sang:"Jesus lead me, Jesus guide me,In the way I ought to go."Then Dr. Douglass repeated one verse: "Lo,we have left all and followed thee." He re-peated it, I said. I should have said that theyrepeated it. I think nearly every voice in theroom took up the sentence with him, on thesecond word. Then he said:"Will any one prove whether that is neces-sary ?"One of the boys answered him, promptly:" Love not the world, neither the things thatare in the world."" Charlie," said Dr. Douglass, "I am in theworld; must you not love me ?"And Charlie's answer was low, but clear:" Not more than Christ, sir.""Any one else?" said the 'doctor; and thistime it was the voice of a young girl that re-sponded:"Be not conformed to this world; but be yetransformed by the renewing of your mind."Then followed, in quick. succession, otherverses, such as: " Set your affection on thingsabove, not on things on the earth." " If anyman love the world, the love of the Father is

62 JULIA RIED.not in him;" and "This I say, therefore, andtestify, in the Lord, that ye henceforth walk notas other Gentiles walk, in the vanity of theirmind.""Fred," said Dr. Douglass, "what should youconclude from all these repeated and carefulwarnings about the world ?""That there is danger of its getting hold ofus, sir.""Yes, great danger. The Bible does notwaste words. Well, have we to carry on thisstruggle between the world and our hearts allalone? How is it, Harry?""No, sir. 'In the world ye shall have tribu-lation, but be of good courage. I have over-come the world.'"The doctor smiled and bowed, and at oncecommenced singing:" He leadeth me. Oh blessed thought !"One verse, then immediately he said:" To return now to our verse for this evening.Will, have you found anything that you had toleave this week, in order to follow the Master ?"The young man addressed answered, in tonesfull of suppressed feeling:"Yes, sir, I had to leave a dear friend. Hewould not go my way, and I could not go his."".'Are you praying for him, brother?"

IN WHICH WORK IS DONE FOR ETERNITY. 63" Yes, sir.""We will help you. Charlie, will you prayfor this dear brother's friend, that he may comewith us ?"All heads were bowed; and I never heard ashorter, simpler, more earnest prayer. I couldnot help remembering the words:"O Jesus, we want this friend to come ourway. We know that thou dost want him morethan we do, because thou didst die for him.Follow him, dear Savior; don't let him thinkhe is happy until he finds thee. Help us neverto stop praying for him until he is safe in thefold. Amen."And Dr. Douglass' voice added:" Nor even then. Dear Lord, may we nevercease to pray for him, until he and we get hometo the everlasting rest. Are there others whohave found something to leave ?"A young girl answered him:"I have left a place where I have been in thehabit of going, because I found that I couldn'tfollow Jesus there."" Thank God," said the doctor, earnestly."Let us all think carefully of that, dear friends;let us all pray about it. Do we go to any placewhere we can not follow Jesus ? Fred, will youoffer a word of prayer for us all ?"And then came another of those wonderfullysimple prayers:

64 JULIA RIED."Blessed Jesus, show us how to follow thee.Help us to search our hearts, to see if we arefollowing. Help us to be careful not to gowhere thou dost not lead. Amen.""Notice one thought in that prayer," saidthe doctor: "'Help us search our hearts to seeif we are following,'-that is a very importantprayer. Let us be careful that we do not try tolead instead of follow. Go on, friends."My little Ruth spoke next:"I have been trying to leave my troubles,"she said, simply."Ah," said the doctor, "that is very import-ant. Oftentimes we build up great walls oftrouble, so high that we can not look over andsee Jesus on the other side, lifting them to bearfor us. Be careful of that.Then he broke into singing:"1 His goodness stands approved,Unchanged from day to dayI'll drop my burden at his feet,And bear a song away."The talk went on, after that, rapidly and sim-ply -not at all as if it were a meeting in thegeneral understanding of that word, but as ifthese people had met together to help and behelped. Many things were mentioned that ithad been discovered must be left in order tofollow Christ.

(N WHICH WORK IS DONE FOR ETERNITY. 65" How many," asked Dr. Douglass, at last," how many can say that verse, making the lan-guage their own: 'Lo, we have left all, and fol-lowed thee ?' Will all who feel that they havedone this raise their hands ?"Not a hand was raised."( Ah," he said, gently, "we have none of usleft all, it seems. We are following but afar off.Well, will some one tell me who it was whosaid these words ? "A prompt voice answered him:"Peter.""Yes; and, Harry, do you think Peter wasmistaken in his heart, or not ?""I think he was, sir," answered the youngman who had been addressed as Harry."Sadly so," said the doctor. " You remem-ber that it was after this bold declaration thatPeter, loudly and repeatedly, denied all knowl-edge of the man for whom he thought he hadleft all. We must be very careful then in search-ing into these hearts of ours. Even after wethink that all is left, we are liable to find, as poorPeter did, that we have not left our pride, ourfear of the world, our vanity-something willstill be clinging and hiding the footsteps of ourLord from us. Now I should like to know howmany have been led by our verse during thispast week to leave something for Christ."6

66 JULIA RIED.More than a dozen hands were raised, Dr.Douglass' among the number."This is very encouraging," he said. "Somany of us trying to follow the Lord, somany of us being helped on the way. I myselfhave been greatly helped this week. I foundone thing to leave of which I had not dreamedbefore. Will one of you lead us in prayer ofthanksgiving that Christ is leading us to followmore closely and carefully ?"There was an instant response to this request,and the prayer was brief and very simple likeothers. Then they sang:"Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,Come and make my paths your choice."One verse, and immediately the doctor said,in a very tender voice:"Is there one who will come to-night ? Wewant to pray for one, knowing that he or shehas left all to follow Jesus. We mean by that,one who has resolved to try to leave all. Havewe such an one among us ?"A young man who had sat with bowed headduring the latter part of the evening, now sud-denly sat erect and raised his hand.The doctor instantly began to pray. "0Master," he said, " we thank thee for this. Thouart present calling thy disciples. We can notdoubt it. We pray for this dear brother. Help

IN WHICH WORK IS DONE FOR ETERNITY. 67him to give himself to thee, to roll the burdenof his sins, and doubts, and fears, and hesitations,all upon thee and step boldly forward."The spirit of prayer seemed then to come overthe little meeting. There followed in quick suc-cession four young voices, and they could nothave taken five minutes of the time so shortwere their petitions, yet so wonderfully to thepoint. It was to me a very strange meeting. Ido not remember that I had ever before been sothrilled. There was such an air of simple earn-estness and directness on the part of all whotook part, and that included nearly every onepresent, except the four girls from our shop, whohad sat silent and apparently unimpressed. Theonly look of interest that I could detect upontheir faces seemed that excited by curiosity,when I, led on by the earnest voices all aroundme, and feeling as if I should disown my Mas-ter by silence, said simply, " I am trying to fol-low Him, too;" curiosity, and I fancied a flashof surprise, but of that I was not certain, passedover their countenances. I remember beinggreatly surprised when the doctor, looking athis watch, announced that there were but twominutes left of the hour; for although in look-ing back I could realize that a great deal hadbeen said and sung, yet I had all the time thefeeling that the meeting had not yet been form-4

68 JULIA RIED.ally opened, but that this was a sort of pre-liminary little social talk. There was at thispoint a little box passed around by one of theboys, into which many dropped slips of paper.Then the doctor said:" I have changed our verse for next week sinceI came into meeting. The development of thissubject, and particularly one verse which wasrecited, has suggested to me a thought, for whichI want a part of that verse to serve us a founda-tion. Be of good cheer, I have overcome theworld.' No, on second thought we will take theentire verse, we need it. I In the world ye shallhave tribulation; but be of good cheer, I haveovercome the world.' And these are thethoughts: 'Ye skall have tribulation. Noticethe language--not, 'ye may have,' but 'ye shall'-that is, it is to be expected. The world andChrist are not on friendly terms, they do notaccord in feeling; therefore when you and theworld are in unison, when matters are gliding onsmoothly and gracefully, nothing to disquiet you,have a care; then is the time for special watch-fulness. But Christ says, 'Be of good cheer;'this is not cause for discouragement, because,says Christ, 'I have overcome the world,' andthis is the special thought. If Christ has over-come the world, and we have left all to follow

IN WHICH WORK IS DONE FOR ETERNITY. 69him, we must not let this same world overcomeus. Sing,' Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing.'"It was some little time after the meeting closedbefore we were fairly started homeward. Near-ly every one present lingered for a clasp of thehand and a word or two with Dr. Douglass.Especially with.the young man who had askedprayer for himself did the doctor stop to talk.The moonlight was clear and solemn when wewent out into it, and I felt more solemnized thanI had ever done in my life. The doctor wasvery happy over the meeting."It was a precious hour," he said. "Didn'tyou think so, Julia ? The prayers of those youngmen do my very soul good; and that boy whoasked us to pray for him. Oh, I can not tellyou how we have been following after him.Why Satan seemed determined to have him.Every possible temptation that can be conceivedof almost seemed to start out before him. Idon't know when I have watched such a strug-gle before; but our Leader is stronger thanSatan. I realized that so fully to-night. Why,Julia, for that young man to lift up his hand to-night, and thereby indicate his determination tocome with us, required more courage than itwould to fight in a dozen battles with sword andbayonet. Those girls from the shop, they were

70 JULIA RIED.his great trial. I think he would rather havefaced an armed battery, than evince any inter-est before them, there is such an utter want ofsympathy, you see, and such a disposition toridicule the step which he has taken. I couldsee it in their eyes, and the poor fellow is verysusceptible to that weapon, especially when it isin the hands of one of the girls, Caroline Brigh-ton. She is the most dangerous character amongthem. I hardly know what to think of her; shetroubles me. You know which one she is ?Well, do you know, I depend very much onyour influence over her? Try to get her underyour influence as soon as you can, Julia. Andthere is Frank Hooper, another decided charac-ter, about whom I want to tell you as soon as Ican. But meantime I must leave you here; Ihave four professional calls yet to-night."

CHAPTER VI.IN WHICH I MEET THE OTHER SIDE OF THE QUES-TION.SHAD intended to go directly to my room,but the wide, hospitable hall was brightlylighted, and the folding doors were thrownopen, giving a glimpse of the parlor, and Mrs.Tyndall alone in one of the great easy chairs,with her inevitable bit of bright-colored fancywork lying idly in her lap." I was just wishing for your arrival," she said,winningly. " Mr. Tyndall is late this evening,and I am the most social of mortals. I don'tlike being alone."As she spoke she wheeled forward, with atouch of her hand, another of the easy-chairs,and into it I sank."You poor victim!" she said, eyeing mecompassionately, " it is really inconsiderate inDr. Douglass to smuggle you away with him to(71)4

72 JULIA RIED.that little den of a school-room. I believe Ishall have to tell him so. I hope you were in-terested !"" I certainly was," I answered, with spirit, forthe tone of her voice jarred on the mood whichI had brought in with me. "I never-find aprayer-meeting other than interesting. I trustI never shall."" Is it so ?" she said, with a little touch of won-derment in her tone. " I confess I should notagree with you. I think there are, or at leastthere should be, prayer-meetings (like sermonsor books) adapted to various intellects and capac-ities, and what might be eminently suited to theclass for which it was calculated might not beparticularly edifying to me."'It is a new idea to me," I said, " that thereare different intellectual gauges for prayer-meetings. I thought they, at least, were in favorof equality of race.""4 Yes," she answered, quietly; "it seems tobe a fact not taken into consideration by manypeople; and herein, I think, lies the main causeof so many failures to do good to certain classesof people. We try, in this one matter of religion,to lift people up above their intellectual capac-ity, or else drag them below it; and of the two,I really think the latter the more disastrous."To-night, sitting here in my room, looking

IN WHICH I MEET THE OTHER SIDE. 73back upon this conversation, I can take in at aglance all the ridiculous sophistry embodied inMrs. Tyndall's words; but then I could not doit. I know that they sounded not right; thatthey were unlike Dr. Douglass, unlike mymother, unlike Dr. Mulford's face: and yet theyseemed plausible. Answered nothing, and Mrs.Tyndall continued:" It is rather a singular meeting, I have beentold. Kate, my upstairs girl, is a regular attend-ant, much to my inconvenience, I must say.However, of course, I am willing to sacrifice myown personal convenience if the girl is reallygoing to get any good. She sometimes waxesquite eloquent over the meetings, and I hear hergiving the cook some strange reports of the pro-ceedings. They all talk-girls and all-so shesays. Of course I don't more than half creditKate's reports. I have too high an opinion ofDr. Douglass' good sense to believe all that shesays. But you, poor little victim, I have beenfeeling sorry for you all the evening. Dr. Doug-lass' class attend quite regularly, I am told; andthey, as I told you, are shop-girls, or somethingof that sort; then two of Mr. Tyndall's office-boys are always there; and an admirer of Kate'swho works at the printing office; and all of theboys from the mill; and, dear me, I don't knowwho else. Quite a conglomeration, you per-7

74 JULIA RIED.ceive; but what could have possessed Dr. Doug-lass to mix you in with that class of people Ican not imagine."A confusion of motives prompted my reply.I did not like to hear Dr. Douglass blamed.I certainly did not like the idea of being "mixed "with people not proper for me to mix with. Ihad greatly enjoyed the meeting; but in view ofMrs. Tyndall's evident belief in my superiorityover the others whom I had met, I didn't liketo own it; and yet I was half angry with Mrs.Tyndall for jarring upon the lofty impulses withwhich I had entered the room not ten minutesbefore. Governed by all these feelings combined,I answered, coldly:" These people all have souls, I presume, not-withstanding the fact that they are office-boysand upstairs girls. I fancy that Dr. Douglasstakes that fact into consideration."Mrs. Tyndall arched her eyebrows and senther gleaming crochet-needle several timesthrough the meshes of her work before she an-swered me, prefacing her words by a light laugh."Let us hope that they have, my dear, thoughsome of them certainly act as though souls werethe very last articles they imagined themselvespossessing. However, that is only one reasonmore why they are in need of instruction; and Ireally hope you do not misinterpret my words.

IN WHICH I MEET THE OTHER SIDE. 75I'm sure I think the meeting an excellent thing,one which, if rightly managed, may be consid-ered a great blessing to these poor creatures.No one can possibly admire Dr. Douglass' devo-tion to them more than I do; though at thesame time I can not see how he can possiblyspare the time that he gives to them from hisprofession, and that, of course, he would neverneglect. Oh, I assure you, I am a stanch ad-mirer of Dr. Douglass. What I am scoldinghim for is the unnecessary martyrdom to whichhe has subjected you; that certainly is quite un-necessary-his own sacrifice is amply sufficient.Now, my dear, I see you are going to assure methat there wasn't the least bit of martyrdomabout it; that you never thought of such a thing.I can see it in your bright eyes, and besides Iknow how you young enthusiasts talk. Nowyou must let me give you a little bit of advice,just as an older sister would, my dear. AsChristians grow older they come to realize thatthere i's a common-sense side to this question.We may talk about equality and sigh for it, andremind each other that all people have souls;and yet, in spite of it all equality does not exist,and never will as long as people are made withdifferent sized brains. Now just look at thething. Here is my Kate, as good-hearted acreature as ever lived, and undoubtedly she has

76 JULIA RIED.a soul, and you and I wish her well; but do youreally believe that either of us would particu-larly enjoy it if I should invite her in to spendthe evening with us ? Go farther than that.Do you imagine she would enjoy it herself?Shouldn't we succeed in making three very un-comfortable people, all for the sake of a quixoticidea? and that is precisely what enthusiasts aredoing the world over, only they don't bringtheir ideas down to every-day life, so people canrealize their ridiculousness. I assure you thereis nothing like a little practical common sense toshow people the folly of their flights into Utopia."She uttered this last sentence with a trium-phant little nod of her shapely head, and in atone that plainly said: " There! I have givenyou an unanswerable argument."Oh that I, Julia Ried, could have been giftedjust then and there with a little of that vauntedcommon sense, so that I might have shown toher the ridiculous flight that she had been taking,and all because Dr. Douglass had invited me toattend a prayer-meeting. Instead of which Iwas suddenly plunged into a bewildering maze.This awful social question loomed up before memountain high, met me like a stern fate at everyturn, was even connected it seemed with a quietlittle prayer-meeting, though how or why mybrain refused to show me. Uppermost among

IN WHICH I MEET THE OTHER SIDE. 77my thoughts was a comical vision of Kate, Mrs.Tyndall's red-cheeked, giggling, upstairs girl,sitting bolt upright in one of Mrs. Tyndall'scrimson chairs, her large red hands engaged inher favorite occupation, that of knitting coarseblue yarn socks for numerous brothers at home,and vainly trying to sustain her part in the con-versation. Herein I believe lay much of thewonderful power which Mrs. Tyndall exertedover those who came under her influence: theart of painting with skillful touches a picturethat might or might not have anything to dowith the question at issue, but with a point to itso ludicrous or grotesque that it would seem tohave everything to do with the argument, andwhich would loom up for you to laugh over orflush over so soon as ever you tried to seriouslyweigh the question. Mrs. Tyndall turned deftlyto another phase of the subject." Now, Miss Ried, I really must confess to alittle vulgar curiosity on one point. I have notliked to question Kate, because I never descendto talking over matters with my girls; but dothe girls really have anything to say in thesemeetings ? ""They certainly do," I said, shortly, feelingvexed at myself and at her, and hardly under-standing my reason for the feeling."What, right out during the meeting, in plainEnglish 1"4

78 JULIA RIED.I laughed a little. "Why, Mrs. Tyndall, theyare all Americans, I think. You do not sup-pose they are 'gifted with tongues' for the occa-sion, do you ?"She laughed, also, her low musical laugh, asshe said: "Now, you naughty sprite, I believeyou are hoaxing me. Won't you tell me hon-estly ?"" 1 have answered you with perfect honesty;there were nearly a dozen spoke this evening, Ishould think."I will not attempt to describe Mrs. Tyndall'sface, as she asked her next question, " My dearMiss Ried, do you ever take part in these meet-ings?"" I often have," I answered, a little triumphantdefiance in my voice."But you did not to-night, I am sure ?" anxi-ety and suspense in her voice."I am sure I did, Mrs. Tyndall. Why not?I assure you it is not more than I have donemany times before."Mrs. Tyndall dropped her glowing worsted inher lap, and clasped her small, fair hands, with amixture of surprise and dismay. "This is reallytoo bad in Dr. Douglass," she said, at last. "Iam astonished at him. I do not see how hecould have thought it right."I answered her in a cold, hard tone: " I beg,

IN WHICH 1 MEET THE OTHER SIDE. 79Mrs. Tyndall, that you will not consider Dr.Douglass to be at fault for every movement thatI make. It is entirely on my own responsibil-ity that I took part in the meeting this evening;and I have done nothing of which I amashamed, nothing but what I have heard myown mother, and my sister who is in heaven, domany times."Mrs. Tyndall returned to her worsteds, andher voice was as sweet as a bell, when she an-swered:" My dear child, forgive the pet name, butyou are so young and sweet and innocent.Don't fancy that I am blaming you. Yourhome has been in a quiet little village, andsince you have been educated in that manner,nothing was more natural than for you to con-tinue your old custom to-night; but you mustlet me be just a little provoked with Dr. Doug-lass; he really should have informed you of theviews which the society of* Newton take of suchmatters. Dr. Douglass knows perfectly wellthat here it is considered in a high degree im-modest and unladylike, and it was certainly un-kind in him not to tell you so. You, of course,are not in the least to blame."I think my cheeks vied with the worsted incolor, as I responded:"Will you be kind enough to inform me why4

go JULIA RIED.Newton should use such terms concerning sosimple a matter as speaking a half-dozen wordsin a quiet little prayer-meeting ?"Mrs. Tyndall shrugged her beautiful shoul-ders." My dear little Puritan," she said, lightly,"what a task you have set before me! I don'tpretend to understand all the reasons. Thereare many people, you know, who consider itmorally wrong, and quote St. Paul with energy.Of course all such ideas are nonsensical, havebeen exploded, indeed. I personally always be-lieved that people's consciences would guidethem aright in this as in other matters. Myconscience, I am happy to say, has never obligedme to speak in meeting. I don't think it everwill; but I certainly think that there is one im-portant objection always to be considered. Pub-lic opinion is decidedly against hearing ourvoices in religious meetings, and I, for one, feelthat my influence is too' precious to be thrownaway. Oh, my dear, if you could hear themany laughable things that I have heard aboutthis matter, you would never open your lipsagain in religious meetings.""Whether I consider it right or wrong?" Iasked."Oh, but you would feel it to be wrong, or atthe very least inexpedient--that is a ible word., .p " ... is a

IN WHICH I MEET THE OTHER SIDE. 81you know, my dear. I think the influence ithas on the unconverted is most unfortunate-they invariably ridicule it.""I never heard any one do so," I said, stiffly."Ah, but my dear innocent child! you mustconstantly remember the difference in places.Newton is peculiar in many respects, I will admit.There are, perhaps, more educated persons herethan generally congregate in places of its size-people of wealth and culture, you know-whohave had every advantage of society, and thatclass of people, you will find, feel very stronglyon this subject. My dear, I really must tell youof my experience in listening to people of myown sex in mixed assemblies- "At this point Mr. Tyndall sauntered in, anddropped into an easy chair beside his wife." What is the subject under discussion, mydear?" he asked, briskly. "Anything thatmasculinity can appreciate, or must I retire ?""Decidedly you can appreciate it. Oh, Mr.Tyndall, I must tell you. Dr. Douglass hasbeguiled this dear little Puritan into making aspeech to his boys and girls to-night."Several feelings struggled within me for themastery, among which were indignation andembarrassment, and while I was struggling forcalmness, Mr. Tyndall responded by a low,quick whistle-then laughed, and said, good-

82 JULIA RIED.humoredly: "I beg your pardon, ladies-noth-ing else would express my state of mind. Dr.Douglass is a shrewd man, wise in his genera-tion. I would almost sit an hour in that dread-ful school-room myself, for the pleasure ofhearing your voice, Miss Ried. So that- is thespell which is brought to bear upon my office-boys; I have often wondered.""I was just about to tell Miss Ried of ourexperience with Mrs. Hillyard. Do you re-member Mrs. Hillyard, Mr. Tyndall ?""I am inclined to think I do. Let us havethe story by all means. I am in a state of mindto appreciate it."She was a little wizened-up woman, MissRied, with just the very squeakiest voice thatyou can imagine, and she invariably had a coldin her head. Well, she was the solitary femalewho used to honor us with her experience atprayer-meeting. Mr. Tyndall and I sat directlybehind her, and had a fair view. She alwaysaddressed her remarks to the ceiling. She usedto roll her eyes in this manner." And Mrs.Tyndall clasped her hands, and, fixing her gazeon the wall overhead, rolled her beautiful eyesuntil nothing but white was visible, and drew aprolonged sigh-an indescribable sound, pro-duced by a_ long-drawn-out letter a, suddenlydropped into space.

IN WHICH I MEET THE OTHER. SIDE. 83"Give us the speech, Fanny," said her hus-band, laughing immoderately." Oh, the speech was nothing, the same wordsnearly, but the manner was unique. This wasthe opening sentence: 'My dear brethren-ah-- ha-' (a very long-drawn breath betweenthese two words) 'and sisters. I feel-ah-ha-that I must give voice to my heart to-night.I feel ah-that' (and here she invariably hadrecourse to her handkerchief), 'I feel that thespiritual part of this meeting depends upon thesisters; I feel to lament my cold state; I feelthat we must wake up and do our duty.'"I have always from a child been ridiculouslysusceptible to ludicrous impressions; and onthis evening, although my cheeks were burningwith indignation over the language in whichMrs. Tyndall had been indulging, although I feltthe utter fallacy of her arguments, yet, at thispicture, rolling eyes, nasal tone, long-drawnbreaths, and finally voice changing into awhine, with sobs and choking, and frequentapplications of the handkerchief, I joined hope-lessly in the laugh. Mr. Tyndall enjoyed theexhibition immensely, and went away laughingto attend to a business call. His wife's face be-came grave almost instantly, and she drew alittle sigh and spoke in a saddened tone:"I have not exaggerated the picture in the4

84 JULIA RIED.least, Miss Ried. Mr. Tyndall used to accom-pany me to prayer-meeting quite frequently inthose days, and that is exactly the sort of mar-tyrdom he was called upon to endure, and 1am sure you can not wonder that he has en-tirely given up the habit of attending prayer-meeting."My brain was in a whirl when I went to myroom that evening. I do not know that I wasmore easily lead than other girls of my age. Idid not entirely believe in Mrs. Tyndall. I sawthrough many of her sophistries, but at thesame time there were many that I did not seethrough; and everything about her had a sortof fascination to me. I felt myself insensiblyslipping away from my moorings. I sat down,Bible in hand, and tried to read, but it is safeto say that I read only what Mrs. Tyndall hadbeen saying, and laughed a little over her pic-ture of Mrs. Hillyard, even while I had senseenough to realize that with such home com-ments as Mr. Tyndall heard, it was not strangethat he lost faith in prayer-meetings.One thing I did that evening, for which I amglad. I copied and retained a copy of every wordthat I could remember about that young peo-ple's meeting. To which I copy I am indebtedfor the account of it that I have written to-night.

CHAPTER VII.IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY.SHAD a serious time dressing for church thenext morning. It was the first time I everremember to have had very earnest thoughts"about the matter of dress. I had been, per-haps, fortunate in that respect, having very littlevariety in my wardrobe to choose from, and verylittle time to spend in choosing. I think thefirst thing that led me astray on this particularmorning was the absence of family worship. Ihad always been accustomed to it in my home,for many years, with Dr. Van Anden to lead us;and after he and Dr. Douglass both went awaywe had met in my mother's room-mother, Al-fred and I- and Alfred had been the leader. Onthis morning I lingered down stairs after break-fast, missing this morning service as only thosecan who having been accustomed to it all their(85)

86 JULIA RIED.-lives, find themselves suddenly adrift in the worldwithout it. I lingered talking with Mrs. Tyndall,not in a particularly Sabbath strain, until Dr.Douglass passing through the hall warned meof the lateness of the hour. This, too, was asurprise. I had been used to long Sabbathmornings in my mother's home. I went upstairs and began that business of dressing atonce.My hair was refractory at first, or I was overparticular, and the first bell rang before it wasin order. Then I donned my brown alpaca dress,and felt satisfied with it until I suddenly remem-bered that I had worn it for a traveling dress fTrue, I had only traveled ten miles; but whatof that: had not Mrs. Tyndall complimentedme on the taste and propriety of my travelingattire ? I hurried it back to the clothes-press,with a nervous feeling that I had a reputationfor good taste to sustain, and selected nextmy one silk dress-plain black, made neatlyand simply, but undeniably my very best dress.It had been a gift from Sadie, Dr. Van Anden,and dear brother Alfred, the latter having savedhis pocket money for months to add to whatSadie called the "Julia Silk Dress Fund." Ilooked exceedingly well in it, I told myself, asI enjoyed the luxury of a full-length survey ofmyself Next I added real lace collars and

IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY. 87cuffs-Cousin Abbie's gifts when Sadie was mar-ried; but I finally returned them to their box,feeling someway that I looked unlike myselfand church, and selected a plain linen band andcuffs; even with them I had trouble. I tried apink bow before I remembered that the bird'swing in my gray felt hat was as blue as the sky.I discarded that and tried a blue one; but itwas so different a blue from the wing on myhat, that I, remembering the green velvet bon-net that was to sit before us, and Mrs. Tyndall'shorror, hastily took it off and clasped my col-lar with a plain gold pin. Meantime the belltolled and tolled, and the more I hurried themore exasperatingly it seemed to toll. MyBible lay unopened on the table, and I had hadno time for a word of prayer that morning; atleast I told myself so, choosing to ignore thetime spent in the parlor after breakfast.I had never been to church on Sabbath morn-ing without first having at least the form ofprivate prayer. I kneeled down hastily, andtried to collect my thoughts; but I rememberthat while I knelt I unclasped the pin that fast-ened my watch-chain and drew the chain out-side of my cloak. It was a handsome chain,and I did not want it hidden. Then Dr. Doug-lass knocked at my door, and called out that itwas quite late, and there was a long walk to4

88 JULIA RIED.take. I sprang up hastily, ran to the glass, and,I am thankful to be able to say, changed mymind about the chain and hid it under mycloak, donned my gray hat, drew on my graygloves, that exactly matched the hat, and, on"the whole, felt satisfied with my appearance.The church was larger and handsomer thanany I had ever attended, and the grand organrolled its music through the house as we wentdown the aisle. It thrilled and solemnized me.I began to realize that it was the Sabbath day,and that we had come to worship the King inhis beauty. There was no green bonnet in theseat in front of us, but there were three neatly-dressed little girls and a manly boy. I foundmyself taking particular note of their dress,and thinking that I saw no very marked indi-cations of uncultivated taste after all. I likedtheir faces-they looked bright and fresh. Icould not help thinking that they must have agood mother. The voluntary from choir andorgan was very impressive, and my heart seem-ed solemnized for worship when Dr. Mulfordarose. At first I did not notice the peculiarquiver to his lips of which Mrs. Tyndall hadspoken, nor did I take in the sense of whathymn he was reading until I caught a glanceof Mrs. Tyndall's eyes. There was that in theglance which seemed to carry me to her back

IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY. 89parlor, and cause me to see and hear again theludicrous description that she had given me ofDr. Mulford's reading. It was then I noticedthat the hymn was the same-" When I survey the wondrous cross."I began to give close attention to Dr. Mulford,and noticed presently a nervous quiver of theupper lip, like the twitching of a nerve. Eventhen it did not impress me as being particularlyludicrous; and more because I felt that Mrs.Tyndall expected me to, than for any necessitytherefore, I smiled. But presently, as I allowedmy thoughts to rest upon her description, theresuddenly burst over me a vivid scene of lerextremely comical appearance, and I laughedoutright.Mrs. Tyndall by this time was perfectlygrave, with eyes bent on her book. I feltfrightened to think that I had laughed inchurch. I wondered if it had really been aloud,so the people could hear me. Then a sort ofhysterical feeling came over me-that feelingwhich no mortal who has not been guilty oflaughing, and continuing to laugh, in exactly thewrong place, need attempt to understand. Itried in vain to regain my dignity. I thoughtof every serious thing I had ever heard of. Itried to imagine what my mother would think84

90 JULIA RIED.if she knew her daughter were guilty of suchunbecoming behavior. I thought of all thelittle Mulfords in front of me, and of the ex-ample that I was setting them; and it was allof no sort of use. I laughed again, not aloud,but that distressing inward laughter that shakesone's body to a jelly; that shakes the seat andthe footstool, on which are other feet thanyours; a kind of a laughter that no one withintwenty feet of you can be ignorant of. In vainI choked, and pretended to cough, and drew myface into very uncommon lengths of severe grav-ity, only to burst forth again into uncontrollableshakings and gigglings. My one comfort inlooking back on my folly is, that there was not abit of mirth about the laugh; it just originated ina silly school-girl lack of self-control. No, notoriginated. I could have avoided the very firstinclination to laugh had not Mrs. Tyndall'sface seemed to expect it, and I been anxious toplease her. Very suddenly, at last, was Isobered, not by resolution, nor contrition, butby indignation. Dr. Douglass, sitting besideme, bent forward and gravely whispered:"Shall I give you an opportunity to passout?"A vision of Mr. Tyndall and Dr. Douglasspolitely rising, and myself brushing past them,and marching down the aisle, my face as red as

IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY. 91the carpet on which I trod, burst suddenly uponme. I wonder that I did not laugh again atthat; but it instantly sobered me. I raised myflushed and indignant face, and turning quiteaway from the doctor, gave undivided andgrave attention to Dr. Mulford. He was justannouncing his text. I opened my little Bibleas was my wont, and marked and dated thetext. I have just taken that Bible and foundthe words: "What will ye? Shall I come untoyou with a rod, or in love ?"I had no difficulty in remaining grave anddignified during the rest of the service, partlythrough shame and anger, and partly becauseof my interest in the sermon that followed. Itmust have been a forcible one, for there arecertain portions of it that I remember vividlyto-day.I remained for the Sabbath-school service,and had a seat in Mrs. Tyndall's class. Sheintroduced me to several young Misses in rus-tling silks and many flounces. My little Ruthwas the only one that I had seen before. Inodded, and smiled at her, and was shocked tofind that I was the only one who in any wayrecognized her, save Mrs. Tyndall, who gaveher a cold bow. I felt that little Ruth was de-cidedly out of her element, and was sorry forher. I looked over to Dr. Douglass' class.

92 JULIA RIED.Frank Hooper was there, and several others,Ruth's companions. If I had not been angryat the doctor, I should have motioned him tome and proposed an immediate change, therebyrelieving Ruth and her teacher. But what Iwas pleased to call his insufferable iniperti-nence could not so soon be overlooked. I re-member very little about the lesson. I failedto become interested; but after the question-book forms were gone through with, and Biblesclosed, I remember an animated discussion thatensued concerning the getting up of tableauxfor a certain festival, which was to be heldabout Christmas time. Mrs. Tyndall gave mi-nute descriptions of the style of dress neededto personate certain characters, and I suddenlybecame an object of importance, because I hadnot only seen, but participated in one of thetableaux mentioned, and could give accurateinformation as to whether the young lady whopersonated religion should dress in white orblack. Miss Florence Hervey, the most super-cilious young lady of all that superciliousclique, and who had evidently been almost in-clined to ignore me, seemed suddenly to decideon patronage instead, and asked innumerablequestions, even whispering them at intervalsduring the closing prayer, and said, as we werepassing out:

IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY. 93"1 shall call on you, Miss Ried. My en-gagements are so many, that I call on veryfew strangers; but I shall make you an excep-tion.""Then she turned and addressed her teacher:"Mrs. Tyndall, I really think it is insuffer-able having that Walker girl in our class. Whatmakes you endure it?"'Lucia Symonds responded:" Nonsense, Flo. What do you care? I'msure she is as quiet as a little brown kitten. Ithink it's refreshing to look at her meek face."And Mrs. Tyndall, with her sweetest smileand gentle voice, added:" You know we must not be respecters ofpersons in Sabbath-school, my dear Florence."" Oh now, Mrs. Tyndall, that's all very wellfor you to say, of course; but it is useless toexpect the same amount of perfection in us;we never expect to attain to your standard, andshe makes us positively uncomfortable.I looked steadily at Miss Florence, but couldnot determine whether or not this sentencesavored of sarcasm. If Mrs. Tyndall thoughtso she did not make it visible, but answered,thoughtfully:"To be sure the poor girl seems rather outof her element. My dear, do you think thedoctor would take her?"4t

94 JULIA RIED.Before I could respond the doctor joined us,and with a grave bow to the young ladies, ad-dressed their teacher:"Mrs. Tyndall, my girls say you have oneof their friends in your class, Miss Walker. Isshe properly classified? "Mrs. Tyndall laughed."Ask Miss Hervey," she said, playfully.And Miss Hervey, nothing daunted, respondedpromptly:"Indeed, Dr. Douglass, she is my thorn inthe flesh. She looks so entirely as if she hadcome out of the ark, that my mind is contin-ually carried back to antediluvian times, to thegreat disadvantage of Moses and the Egyp-tians, about whom, you know, we are studyingat present."Dr. Douglass' face relaxed not one muscle,and, with a grave bow, he merely said:"Mrs. Tyndall, I will speak to the superin-tendent about her," and left us.Miss Hervey's thoughts were thus turnedinto another channel."How can you possibly exist with that mansitting at your table? Haven't you contractedthe dyspepsia lately? I would quite as soonsit opposite my grandfather's monument.""Florence, you are a sad child," Mrs. Tyn-dall. answered, with a slight laugh. "The doc

IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY. 95tor is worth a dozen ordinary gentlemen. AskMiss Ried if it is not so." Then to me. "Come,my dear, shall we go?"Her last remark had instantly fixed a batteryof eyes on me, and I know the wonder hadbeen started as to what Miss Ried knew of Dr.Douglass. I learned long afterward that thiswas one of Mrs. Tyndall's quiet, ladylike waysof gossiping. The doctor had disappeared, butjoined us just as we reached the piazza, anddetained me with a question as Mrs. Tyndallpassed in."Julia, do you go to mission school with methis afternoon ?"I turned a haughtily indignant face towardhim, and spoke, loftily:" Is that the only apology which you have tooffer for your rudeness to me this morning ?"He looked simply surprised, and spoke in hisusual tone:"I have no apology of any sort to offer, Julia,for I certainly was not aware of an occasion.I saw you utterly unable to control yourself,and the wisest thing to do seemed to me toleave the church until you regained self-com-mand."His composure angered me more than before,and I answered, sharply:"You may look elsewhere for mission schoolhelp. I have no desire to accompany you.4

96 JULIA RIED.To this he made no sort of reply, only heldopen the door for me to pass in.While he awaited in the back parlor the sum-mons to dinner the door-bell rang, and pres-ently there sauntered in young Mr. Sayles-sauntered is the only word which seemed to meto apply to Mr. Sayles' movements; his wholemanner had an air of good-natured languor."Will you give me some dinner ?" he asked,as he dropped indolently into a chair. "Board-ing-house fare seemed to me insufferable to-day,to say nothing of boarding-house society."" Then you are still boarding away fromhome ?" queried Mrs. Tyndall.Mr. Sayles shrugged his shoulders, then laugh-ed lazily, and said:" Yes, Madam Sayles and I agree much bet-ter apart."" Poor fellow," Mrs. Tyndall said, with a sym-pathetic sigh, and immediately we were sum-moned to dinner. Dr. Douglass, who camefrom his room at the bell-call, greeted the visitorwith a grave bow. The talk flowed on verypleasantly, but not in the least Sabbath-like.The doctor maintained an air of quiet dignity,joining in the conversation only when directlyaddressed. As Mr. Tyndall passed the dessertto his guest he said:" Sayles, you scapegrace, where were you to-day? I didn't see you in church."

IN WHICH IS A TROUBLED SUNDAY. 97"Probably not, as I wasn't there. I wor-shiped in a more primitive form.""Where and how ?"Mr. Sayles glanced from Dr. Douglass toMrs. Tyndall and myself with a good-humoredlaugh."Do you want to disgrace me before thisgoodly number of orthodox people ?" he asked,speaking lightly. "Well, if you are really anx-ious to know, I went toward the rising insteadof the setting sun-more reasonable, you know,in the morning."Mrs. Tyndall looked shocked."You went to the Cathedral, you wickedman, " she exclaimed, in reproving tones."Well, I can't agree with you, Mrs. Tyndall.I don't feel wicked in the least. On the con-trary, I don't know when I have been so devo-tionly inclined as I was this morning. Themusic was glorious. I thought of you, Mrs.Tyndall; you would have enjoyed the chanting.How is it, doctor? Isn't it right for one to fol-low the bent of his nature in choosing his placeof worship ?""One may safely follow his conscience, Ithink, in this as in other matters, provided hehas carefully educated that conscience to thebest of his knowledge and ability."The doctor's voice was courteous but grave-94

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