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Title: Stepping stones
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Title: Stepping stones
Physical Description: 46 p. : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Symmons, T ( Engraver )
Kilburn, Samuel Smith ( Engraver )
Whitney, Elias James, b. 1827 ( Engraver )
American Tract Society ( Publisher )
Publisher: American Tract Society
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1889
 Subjects
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Honesty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Storytelling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Horses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Ship captains -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Uncles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1889
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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General Note: Illustrations engraved by T. Symmons, Kilburn and E. Whitney.
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002237825
notis - ALH8318
oclc - 17810056

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STEPPING STONES.



ONE Fourth of July Melton had a grand
celebration. All the soldiers in the town who
had fought in the Civil War put on their
uniforms and brightened up their swords
and guns and joined the procession. And
one of the happiest little lads in the crowds
that cheered and clapped was Chester Brant,
as he watched his father come riding by.
Then after it was all over Chester was taken
up on the horse, and away they rode home.
So you want to be a soldier, do you ?"
said papa. "Well, perhaps, if there is ever
a war. But you can do something else for
your country. You can be a boy and a man
that will serve God and do what is right
always, no matter what others do. That's
the kind of soldiers that we want now."






STEPPING STONES.


TOMMY TREMPER lived on a farm up
among the Berkshire Hills. There was n't
another house nearer than a mile from his
father's. Tommy went to the little district
school when it was open in the summer, but
what he learned there only made him want
to know more and to have books to read.
But books cost money, and where was that
to come from? He was talking to Cousin
Joe about it one day.
Well," said Cousin Joe in his hearty
way, "let's see if you can't earn something.
There are your hens. I notice your folks
let 'em run loose. S'pose you divide off part
of the barn, build a yard, and take care of
'em yourself. Then you can drive down to
the village every week and ship what eggs
you have got to me. Folks are willing to pay
more for eggs when they know they're really
fresh, and I'll do my best for you. But you'll
have to work, Tommy."
And Tommy did work like a beaver, and
earned his books and studied them, too.






8 STEPPING STONES.
A YOUNG and earnest pilgrim
Upon the King's highway,
Studying the lessons of
His Guide-book every day,
Said, as each hindrance met him,
With a purpose firm and true,
If on earth he walked to-day
What would Jesus do ?"
Now, if it be our purpose
To walk where Christ has led,
To follow in his footsteps
With ever-careful tread,
Oh, let this be our watchword-
'Twill help both me and you
To ask in each temptation,
"What would Jesus do ?"

Two boys were to room together at school
and had great fun arranging their room. But
at night when Fred took out his Bible, Har-
vey insisted that he should n't read it. Half
the room is mine," said Fred, "and in my
half I shall keep my promise to my mother."





STEPPING STONES .


THE Campbells are coming," sounded a
clear whistle outside of Harry's window, and
in a minute a tall young fellow sprang lightly
over the sill into the room.
Well?" said Harry, looking up smiling.
Yes, I came to tell you about it. Yes-
terday little Griffin made a regular bungle of
his algebra lesson. My! you ought to have
seen Prof. Hunter look at him through those
spectacles of his! So I told Griffin after
school that if he was a mind to we'd study
our algebra together afternoons, and maybe I
could give him a few lifts. He seemed pretty
glad to say yes, I can tell you."
Will Campbell, you're the splendidest
: boy in Templeton! I knew you'd help Grif-
fin; and yet think of all the mean things
he's done to you !"
"Nonsense!" said Will, blushing, "it was
all because you coaxed me into it. But Grif-
fin said, 'Campbell, I laughed when I heard
you'd joined the church; but I never will
again. I believe you're a real Christian.' "






STEPPING STONES.


LAST winter May and Will spent the
holidays with grandma. The other cousins
were there on .Christmas day, but as they
lived near, they returned home that night.
Will and May enjoyed the coasting down
the snowy hills very much. In the evening
Will read The Days of Bruce aloud, while
Mary helped grandma make clothes for the
poor little children of Hans Ritter, whose
cottage had caught fire the week before.
We see them here. Will says, Grandma,
how I wish I could go to Scotland and see
the country where so many wonderful things
have happened. I shall study hard, and if I
do well, when papa goes next summer per-
haps he will take me."
At home that evening papa misses his
children, but he thinks it is well for them to
be with grandma. How can I leave them
both when I go to Scotland next summer?"
he thinks. If Will keeps on doing well at
school, it may do him good to go with me.
We '11 see;" and papa turns to his paper.






STEPPING STONES.


WHAT have you lost, Thaddie ?" asked
Miss Mason, coming up to one of her class
of boys one day.
Why, it was five cents," said Thaddie,
straightening up and looking very much
troubled. I had just earned it by carrying
a satchel."
"That is too bad," Miss Mason said. "Let
us both look for it; two pairs of eyes are
better than one. Here it is now!" she cried,
"snugly hid away by this stone, as if it had
tried hard to get out of sight."
I should n't have thought of looking
'way over there," said Thaddie.
But, Thaddie," his teacher said as they
walked on, "you know there is something
else that is a great deal more important for
you to find-we were talking about it Sun-
day-God's love and forgiveness. When are
you going to him for that ?"
The color came into Thaddie's brown
cheeks. I have asked God this very week,
and I think I've found it," he said bravely.






STEPPING STONES.


WE call the Japanese a heathen nation
because most of them do not know about and
worship God and Jesus Christ, the Saviour.
But missionaries are carrying them the gos-
gel, and we hope in a few years we can talk
about Christian Japan." They are bright,
intelligent people, kind-hearted and cheerful,
with many ways like our own. Here is what
a Japanese gentleman says about some mite-
boxes he and his brothers have, and the idea
is a good one for us too. We must learn not
to spend all our money on ourselves, but to
share it with others.
If I want to buy a garment that costs one
dollar, I buy one for eighty cents; or give a
feast that would cost five dollars, I give one
for four dollars; or to build a house for one
hundred dollars, I build one for eighty, and
put the balance in the box. At the end of
the year we meet, open our boxes, and give
the contents to the poor. It costs us some
self-denial, but we are always prosperous and
happy."






IS STEPPING STONES.
TO MY DOG "BLANCO."
My dear dumb friend, low lying there,
A willing vassal at my feet,
Glad partner of my home and fare,
My shadow in the street,

I look into your great brown eyes,
Where love and loyal homage shine.
And wonder where the difference lies
Between your soul and mine!

Ah, Blanco! did I worship God
As truly as you worship me,
Or follow where my Master trod
With your humility,

Did I sit fondly at his feet,
As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine;
And watch him with a love as sweet,
My life would grow divine!
J. G. HOLLAND.

IT is strange, but some dogs are more
trusty and faithful and obedient than their
little masters are. Is yours ?





STEPPING STONES.


"Is N'T it just splendid-ation to have vaca-
tion !" exclaimed Arthur, as they were plan-
ning.a fishing excursion at breakfast.
Yes, it's the greatest fun under the sun,"
Robin answered with a laugh.
"Dear me, what poets !" said grandma.
Oh, grandpa," said Robin, I was up at
old Joe Bates' house yesterday. He's sick in
bed, and he says if his garden isn't weeded
this week it will be spoiled."
Joe sick again ?" said grandpa. That's
too bad. But I really do n't see why his gar-
den should suffer when there are strong
young hands with nothing particular to do
but catch fish," and he looked knowingly at
the boys.
I'm willing to go," Robin answered.
So in a short time Dobbin was harnessed
and they were ready to start, with some old
barrels piled in the wagon for Joe's firewood.
Here we go," cried Arthur, as grandma
watched them off; "for honest work we'll
never shirk."






STEPPING STONES.


I WANT to be rich when I 'm a man," said
Lester, "as rich as you are, Uncle Ben."
Uncle Ben smiled. He had a large store
in the city, with rows of clerks behind the
counters and cash boys hurrying about the
floor, that was a great wonder to his nephews
and nieces.
And father says you made it all .your-
self-that you were a poor boy," Lester went
on.
"Yes, I was. I began by saving a little
out of my wages every week, no matter how
small they were. If I earned little I only
spent a little. I never got in debt. Then
when I had saved enough to start business I
succeeded. That was because God helped
me. 'The blessing of the Lord, it maketh
rich.' Without his blessing the greatest for-
tune in the world wont make a man happy.
And there's one thing I can say," said Uncle
Ben: "every dollar I've made is .clean. I 've
tried to be just and fair and honest through
and through."





STEPPING STONES.


SOME years ago there lived in India a
man who thought he had committed a great
sin against the gods of his country, and that
he must do some wonderful thing so that
they would forgive him. He said he would
wear an iron cage around his neck and beg
by the wayside until he had money enough to
dig a deep well. As India is a hot country
and water is very precious, he thought this
would be doing a blessed deed.
He begged for seventeen years, and made
long prayers to his gods, counting them on
strings of beads around his neck; but he
did not feel his sins forgiven, and that made
him very unhappy. One day he heard a
missionary preach from the Bible text, The
blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us
from all sin," and so he learned how God for-
gives us for Christ's sake, and not because of
any good deeds that we do. Now he was
happier, but still he felt that he ought to keep
his promise, so he wore the cage three years
more, till the well was dug.






STEPPING STONES.


THERE was once a boy who grew very
discontented and uneasy. He thought he
had to work and study too hard. He talked
about it with his boy friend, and made up his
mind that the best thing to do was to go to
sea. So finally he told his father. The fa-
ther was a very wise man. He said,
"Indeed! But you don't expect to be
just a common sailor all your life, do you ?"
Oh, no, I want to do better than that,
of course. I shall be an officer."
Well," said his father, "if you 're going
to be an officer you 'll have to be educated-
know all about geography and astronomy and
mathematics. So you'll want to go to college
first, wont you ?"
Why, I guess so. I had n't thought of
that."
So the boy went to studying, bound to
make a wise man; and he grew so interested
that he forgot all about going to sea, and by-
and-by he became a minister-just as his fa-
ther had wished and planned.






STEPPING STONES.


CURTIS GRAY stopped at Fred Schuyler's
to talk about the new boat-club. Bridget told
him to go up to Fred's own room,.as some of
the other boys were there. When he knocked
Fred unlocked the door.
The boys seemed quite delighted to find
it was only Curtis, and in a minute brought
out a jug from its hiding-place and poured
out some liquor.
No, thank you, I do n't care for it," Cur-
tis said pleasantly.
Why it's for your health and good feel-
ing," said Fred. And we'll keep shady,"
said Tommy Tripp. Where's the harm ?"
asked Paul Dana.
"Here's the harm," said Curtis. It's
vile stuff and makes a sight of trouble and
sin, and does no good at all. It makes people
helpless or crazy when they're under its
influence, and I want to keep my sound
sense, so I sha' n't take the first glass. And if
it's all right and you're not ashamed of
drinking it, "why do you lock the door, boys ?"






STEPPING STONES.


WOULDN'T I like to be a sailor!" cried
Sammy, his eyes sparkling with excitement
over one of Capt. Dan's sea stories. Wont
you take me with you to some of those
strange countries, Capt. Dan? Then think
what handsome things I could bring home to
you, mother!"
"You'd be fortunate if you brought your-
self home," said Uncle Harmon.
Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Prince, smiling
at Sammy. I'd rather have you here safe
at home with me, than to have a ship-load of
beautiful things.'
But could n't God keep me just as well
on the sea ?"
That he could," answered Capt. Dan,
"if it was his will you should be there. But
it is n't every one he cuts out for a sailor, and
I guess you're needed pretty much at home
too."
Of course he is," said father. Sammy
is my right-hand man, and he 's likely to be
till I get strong and well, if I ever do."





STEPPING STONES.


THOUGH the elephant does look so awk-
ward and stupid, he is a very useful animal
when well trained. He is often used as a
nurse in India, keeping the little toddler in
safe places and -bringing it gently back with
his great proboscis if it strays away. Then
he ploughs, carries travellers on his broad
back, and hauls and piles logs almost as skil-
fully as if he had human hands.
Elephants have a long memory for kind-
nesses, and for slights too. A little American
boy, who was greatly interested in watching
the huge animals pile logs in a dockyard in
India, was in the habit of bringing a bag of
cakes to give them. But one morning he
forgot all about the cakes. He did not dream
that would make any difference with his ele-
phant friends. But as he went up to ohe of
the elephants it held out .its trunk for the
sweetie, and finding him empty-handed, gave
an angry cry and struck at him with such
force that if he had not jumped aside he
would probably have been killed.


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STEPPING STONES.


THE children have gone down to Aunt
Juno's cabin to hear her Christmas story.
Aunt Juno was their papa's nurse, and she
has promised to tell them about old times.
One Christmas," says Aunt Juno, nod-
ding her head, there came on such a snow
as we never had seen before. Marse Rich-
ard-that's your pa, honies-was to ride
home from college on horseback, and old
missis-that's your grandma-was scared for
fear he'd get lost in the snow. Just as she
was beginning to cry, 'cause he did n't come,
we heard the dogs barking, and sure enough
there came your pa, a-ploughing through the
snow, and a little black boy behind him on
the saddle.
'Here, Aunt Juno,' says young Marse
Richard, 'this poor fellow was mos' buried in
the snow. Warm him up and give him a
good supper, please.'
That was jus' like your pa, honies, al-
ways jus' so kind-hearted. You mus' all try
to be as good as he is."






STEPPING STONES.


ONE afternoon Wallace Parker and Clin-
ton Harley came up to the trestle that crossed
the mill-dam just at the edge of the village.
The mill-hands and the boys crossed it for a
short cut, though it was not very safe, rather
than go around by the foot-bridge.
It's most time for the 4:30 express," said
Clinton.
Time enough, if we hurry," said Wallace.
"But what's that out on the ties, Clint?
Looks like a man."
".One of the mill hands!" Clint cried,
dashing over the track. They caught hold of
the man, who was stupid with drink, and
pulled $ him to his feet. Just then came a
shrillwhistle from the train at the bend. The
boys gave one quick look at each other and
began to pull their senseless burden over the
ties. Another shriek from the engine! How
they hurried! But they reached the end and
threw themselves, panting but safe, on the
siding, with the iron horse gliding close be-
hind.





STEPPING STONES.


A WORD that leaped hot from an angry
tongue,
A bitter reply that rankled and stung,
And brothers, divided, walked apart,
Hard thoughts growing harder in each hard
heart.
The story's repeated each day that we live:
It's so easy to quarrel, so hard to forgive!

They met on the hillside, and half turned away,
Then Malcolm cried, Donald, forgive me, I
pray!
The error was mine." No, all mine," the reply.
" Your anger was just. The offender was I."
The story 's repeated each day that we live:
It's so easy for true hearts to love and forgive!


THEN came Peter to him and said, Lord,
how oft shall my brother sin against me, and
I forgive him ? till seven times ?
Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee,
Until seven times, but, Until seventy times
seven.





STEPPING STONES.


THERE Tom Green; let's get him to
make a speech," said one of the men lounging
around the village tavern. So they mounted
him on a horse-block and said, Now, Tom,
give us a speech, and then we '11 treat you."
I do n't want your 'treats,'" said Tom
sullenly. If it had n't been for treats I 'd
never have been here. Look there," and he
pointed up the village street, you see that
little white house with the piazza and the
roses in the door-yard? That used to be
mine, but who owns it now? I might if I
had n't been such a'good fellow,' as you used
to call me, and been so willing to drink with
you and pay it back again. You need n't talk
to me; I say it's Satan himself that's behind
it all, and makes you so willing and so anxious
to hand out your money to treat me and pull
me down; and then when I 'm at the bottom
of the hill you wont put out your hand to
help me up. I know, and I've done with it
all! I 've signed the pledge, and if you are
any men at all, you '11 help me keep it."






STEPPING STONES.


AMONG the soldiers that marched away to
the Civil War, nearly thirty years ago, was
Capt. Archer. For a long time he was not
even wounded; but at last, after a great bat-
tie, the papers said he was among the miss-
ing," and then that he was killed.
"What makes you cry, mamma?" asked
Charlie, climbing into her lap one night.
"You said God would take care of papa."
So I did, dear," she answered, choking
back her tears; and so He will, whether He
keeps him here or takes him up to live with
Him. But I hope God will send him back to
us. We '11 ask Him to."
And He did. The next morning there
was a ring at the door, and there stood some
neighbors and a postoffice clerk, all out of
breath and without any hat on, he had hur-
ried so, and in his hand a letter in Capt.
Archer's writing. It was only a few words, to
say he was safe, but badly wounded; but it
was enough for the little group at the door,
and they cheered till the street rang.






STEPPING STONES.


UNCLE RANSOM is going down to the
sugar-bush to tap trees!" cried Lester, rush-
ing into Aunt Sue's kitchen. He says it's
thawing just enough to have the sap run."
"I should think it was thawing by the
tracks you bring in," said Aunt Sue. Well,
well, I suppose you want to go with him.
But do n't be late to school."
Now you see," said Uncle Ransom, when
they reached the grove, I bore this hole in
the tree and put in this little spout. I put it
on the south side, where the sun shines warm-
est, and by-and-by as the sap goes up between
the bark and the wood, on its way to the top
o0 the tree to feed the twigs and leaves, it
will stop at this spout and run into my pail.
I'm going to tap a good many trees; and
as to-morrow is Saturday, you and Charlie
can invite your friends and have a sugar
party."
And the children thought they never
spent a happier day than that one in the
" bush," making sap coffee and maple wax.






STEPPING STONES.


A LITTLE boy in London who had been
hurt by an accident came before the judge,
when he was well, to tell his story.
"Now, John," said the judge when the
little fellow stood up, you must be very care-
ful. what you say, and tell the whole truth, for
it is all written down." He meant written
down by the clerks who sat by.
I know it is," said Johnnie earnestly.
"How do you know?" asked the judge
with a little smile.
"Why," said Johnnie, "the Bible says
when we die and come before God, there'll
be books opened in heaven that'll tell what
we 've done and said, and whether our names
are written down in God's book."
You are right, my lad," said the judge.
"I wish everybody remembered that. I can
trust you to tell the truth."

LYING lips are abomination to the Lord;
but they that deal truly are his delight.-
Prov. 12:22.




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