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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 1a
    Front Matter
        Page 2
    Frontispiece
        Page 3
    Title Page
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Carlos, the little Spaniard
        Page 7
        Chapter I
            Page 7
            Page 8
            Page 9
            Page 10
            Page 11
            Page 12
            Page 13
        Chapter II
            Page 14
            Page 15
            Page 16
            Page 17
            Page 18
            Page 19
        Chapter III
            Page 20
            Page 21
            Page 22
            Page 23
            Page 24
        Chapter IV
            Page 25
            Page 26
            Page 27
            Page 28
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 31
            Page 32
            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
            Page 39
            Page 40
    What the flowers did
        Page 41
        In the country
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
            Page 44
            Page 45
            Page 46
            Page 47
            Page 48
        Flowers for the sick
            Page 49
            Page 50
            Page 51
            Page 52
            Page 53
            Page 54
            Page 55
        Aunt Norton
            Page 56
            Page 57
            Page 58
            Page 59
            Page 60
            Page 61
            Page 62
            Page 63
    Back Cover
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Spine
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NEW YORK:
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1893.













CONTENTS.





CARLOS, "THE LITTLE SPANIARD."

CHAP. PAGE
I. ... .. 7

II. 14



iv. 25



WHAT THE FLOWERS DID.


I. IN THE COUNTRY,.

II. FLOWERS FOR THE SICK,

III. AUNT NORTON,


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CHAPTER I.

'4~., I ELL, Hubert, and how do you
,. feel about going back to school
-.. this time?"
S Hubert Ansley looked up from
", the parcel of books, over which he
was bending, and glanced at his
S-:ter's face, asking quietly, "In what
way do you mean, Janet? "
Janet and her sister Agnes laughed over
their work, and Agnes said, "Why, I should
think Janet means, How do you like the
thought of going back to school with such a
companion as 'the little Spaniard' ?"
Her voice sank to a whisper as she uttered
the last words, but, nevertheless, they had
7




















CHAPTER I.

'4~., I ELL, Hubert, and how do you
,. feel about going back to school
-.. this time?"
S Hubert Ansley looked up from
", the parcel of books, over which he
was bending, and glanced at his
S-:ter's face, asking quietly, "In what
way do you mean, Janet? "
Janet and her sister Agnes laughed over
their work, and Agnes said, "Why, I should
think Janet means, How do you like the
thought of going back to school with such a
companion as 'the little Spaniard' ?"
Her voice sank to a whisper as she uttered
the last words, but, nevertheless, they had
7







8 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

reached other ears than those of her brother
and sister. In a corner of the room, bending
over a book, sat a boy rather smaller than
Hubert, and apparently about thirteen years
of age. His features were finely cut and
regular, but his complexion was pale and
almost sallow, which, with the excessive dark-
ness of hair and eyes, gave him rather a foreign
appearance. His large eyes flashed fire as the
whispered words caught his ear, and his hands
clenched the cover of the book tightly, but no
words escaped his lips.
"Hush! don't speak too loud," said Janet
to Agnes.
Oh, he can't hear any more than that door-
post," said Hubert; "he's asleep for all but
his book."
"I'm not so sure," said Janet; "but tell us,
Hubert, are you glad he is going with you to
school ?"
"Bother! of course I'd much rather go
back alone, only that it'll be a rare joke to
see the fellows taking the conceit out of
yonder chap."
"I suppose you call him conceited because
he had the pluck to lay you on the floor that
day? No doubt you didn't find it a comfort-
able position!"
Hubert's face flushed with anger at the






Carlos, The Little Spaniard." 9

remembrance of his humiliation at the hands
of the despised little Spaniard," and another
face flushed too, but not with triumph-no, it
was with sorrow.
"Well," said Janet, seeing Hubert's dis-
comfiture, "don't let's quarrel with Hu on
his last evening. Here, let me do up those
books, Hu, and then we will go and persuade
papa and mamma to have a walk in the
garden with us before it gets dark."
This was soon done, and the "little Spaniard"
was left behind, unheeded and alone. Pre-
sently he rose, closed his book, walked slowly
upstairs, and stood for a long time gazing
dreamily out of his bedroom window, with
the silvery radiance of the rising full moon
glancing on his pale face and dark hair.
Carlos, or Carlo, as he was more often called,
was the orphan nephew of Mrs. Ansley. His
mother had 'married a Spaniard, from whom
the boy inherited his dark complexion, and a
most reserved disposition. Carlos was left an
orphan some three months before our story
begins, his father having died two years before
that period. The boy had been his mother's
much-loved companion and tender nurse
during those two last years of her life. Mrs.
Fernandez had often talked to her child of
that Friend who had been her Strength and







Id Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

Rest for many a long day, and was more than
ever to her now, when all earthly strength was
failing. The seed was not sown in vain; by-
and-by it was to spring up, and'bear fruit.
Now that his mother was dead, and since
he had come to live with his aunt and uncle,
Carlos retreated more and more into his shell
of reserve, and met so coldly the half-pitying
advances which, on his first arrival, his cousins
made to him, that they took offence, changed
their tactics, and either teased him mercilessly,
or left him quite out in the cold. The nick-
name of "little Spaniard," which had been
given him by his cousins, seemed to him like
a reproach on his father's memory, and roused
all the angry feelings within him. Yet he
tried hard to follow his mother's advice, and
her last words were treasured up in his heart,
so that many a time when his fierce temper;
had got the better of him, and Hubert had
smarted under his hand, he would grieve
bitterly afterwards in the quiet of his own
room. On this evening in question, he longed
inexpressibly for his mother. "Mother,
mother," he murmured, "how shall I ever get
on without you ?" If she were here," he
thought, "she would say that Jesus would
help and love me; but I feel so bad. Yet
mother said He loved me; it must be true.




































"THE SILVERY RADIANCE OF THE MOON GLANCING ON HIS PALE FACE."-- 9







12 Carlos, The Little Spaniard"

0 Lord Jesus"-and the dark eyes were
raised-"let me know that Thou dost love
me, and if Thou dost, then let me die, and
come to Thee and to mother."
The whispered prayer ended, Carlos leant
against the window, and thought of the untried
world of school, upon which he was to enter
on the morrow, till his youngest cousin, Roger,
called to him to come down to his uncle in
the garden, and while Hubert was'gone with
the others to take a parting look at some of
his pets, Mr. Ansley laid' his hand kindly on
his nephew's shoulder, and drew him down a
side path, speaking hopefully and cheeringly
of school-life, and of the kindness of Dr. Irvin,
Carlo's future master. Be it said to their
credit that neither Mr. nor Mrs. Ansley knew
aught of their children's unkindness to Carlos.
Had they done so, the children were very
well aware what the consequences would have
been, and their behaviour was always guarded
in the presence of their parents.
There are only sixteen boys besides Hu
and yourself," said Mr. Ansley; "of course
you will have the same pocket-money as your
cousin, and if you want anything, you must
let us know; and we should like a letter from
you sometimes, Carlos; you won't forget, will
you ? "







Carlos, The Little Spaniard." 13

"No, indeed, uncle," said Carlos heartily,
his face softening at the kind words, "and
thank you very much."
"Here's something to line your pocket
with," added his uncle, putting a sovereign
into his hand, and without waiting for any
thanks, he left him, and went indoors. The
next day, Hubert and Carlos were borne away
in the train, amidst a waving of handkerchiefs
from the little group on the platform.
















CHAPTER II.

NE bright September morning,
Janet and Agnes were walking
''' up and down the shady verandah,
Janet reading a letter, received
that morning from Hubert, and
i l Agnes idly pulling some leaves
I to pieces, and waiting impatiently
until her sister had finished.
"What does Hu say?" she asked, directly
Janet looked up.
"It's almost all about Carlos," replied
Janet.
"About the little Spaniard! Oh what
fun!"
"You know Dr. Irvin has two children,
both girls, one is an invalid of seventeen, just
my age, and the other a tiny child of four?
Well, it seems that Carlos has taken a great
fancy to both, and in his playtime is much
oftener with them than with the boys."
14







Carlos, The Little Spaniard." 15

"To think of the poker-like Carlos liking
anyone!" exclaimed Agnes, with a scornful
little laugh.
"Agnes," said Janet slowly, "I think we
have been rather unkind to Carlos; perhaps
if we had persevered in being kind and gentle,
he might have made friends of us, just as
much as of this Mabel Irvin."
"Why, but then there was nothing at all
attractive in him, to make us care to be
friendly ; as you know, we were prepared to be
so when he first came, but he was as cold as
ice, and as proud as a peacock-in fact, almost
too proud to speak to us; so you see, Janet,
it was quite his own fault, that we turned
against him."
"Ah, but I don't think we really tried to
find out his best side."
"Nonsense, Janet, leave off talking such
rubbish, do. Hark! there's mamma calling
us to go out with her," and Agnes laughingly
led off her sister, both girls soon forgetting
their dark-eyed little cousin in the delights of
a shopping excursion with mamma.
That very same morning all the boys at
Dr. Irvin's were busily at work (or at least
apparently so) in the cheerful airy schoolroom.
Amongst the rest were Hubert and Carlos,
the latter looking rather different from when






r6 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

he left home, in that there was a sparkle in
his eye, which had not shown there before, and
that every now and then a happy smile played
round his mouth, a slight but true witness to
the glad, great change within, which made
him thank God every day for bringing him to
Dr. Irvin's school. That first afternoon he
had felt lonely enough, left to walk by him-
self in the large field which served as the
play-ground, little thinking that there was
someone in the house, who, watching from a
window, saw and noted his solitude, and
determined that he should not be without at
least one friend. And so it came to pass, that
Mabel Irvin, the invalid, stopped her father
after tea, as he was going to his study to
examine Carlo, and requested that "the new
boy," might come and stay with her that
evening. It was not the first time that Mabel
had acted as comforter to boys coming for
the first time to school, and her request was
not denied, Dr. Irvin saying that he would
send him in about half-an-hour. At the end
of that time Carlo's tap at the door was heard,
and responded to with a bright Come in."
"Dr. Irvin told me to come here till bed-
time," he said half-apologetically, as he. took
Mabel's outstretched hand.
Yes, it was I who asked for you," she said,







Carlos, The Little Spaniard."


"it is so pleasant to have someone to talk to;
I don't often go downstairs."
Aren't you tired sometimes ? asked Carlo
gently.
"Often, but He helps me," and then, after a
pause she added, Wouldn't you like a chair,
and then we will have a chat?" Carlo would
rather have stood where he was, so that he
might still feel that soft arm round him; he
did not say so, however.
"Will you shake up my pillows before you
sit down," Mabel requested, and when Carlo
had complied with ready skill, she gave a sigh
of pleasure, saying Oh thank you, how com-
fortable you've made it!"
"I'm used to it," said Carlo, "I did it, it
for, for,"-his lip quivered, and he stopped
short. Mabel had heard of Carlo's history
from Dr. Irvin, and knew that he was thinking
of his mother.
"I understand, dear," she whispered, taking
his hand in hers, "my own dear mother died
very suddenly after little Eva was born. The
shock was too great for me, and ever since, I've
been a prisoner here. The doctor says that
my legs are partially paralyzed, and that
I shall never have the use of them again,
unless I get a severe fright which might shake
me right again, and restore to me the power







18 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

to walk! but I am so carefully shielded that
there does not seem much chance of such a
thing happening." There was another pause,
and then Mabel said more cheerfully, "you
must see my little Eva to-morrow, she is such
a darling."
Much pleasant conversation followed, and
as bedtime drew near, Mabel said kindly, "If
I can do anything for you, you must tell me;
we are going to be friends, you know, for
I think that we can sympathise with each
other; do you agree, Carlo dear" ? There was
no answer, save that of a heaving chest and
turned-away head. Touched at the sight,
Mabel drew him towards her, and saw that
the tears were running down his cheeks. She
pulled him gently down till the weary little
head rested on her shoulder, and then waited
till the violence of his tears, repressed since
his mother's death, had abated. He did not
hesitate after this to speak unrestrainedly to
Mabel of his mother, and in everything he
made her his friend and counsellor. He told
her how much that mother had longed that
her little son should know the Saviour she had
found so precious. And Mabel prayed and
waited till there came a day when, throwing
himself down beside her with a glowing face,
Carlo whispered, "It's all right, He's found







Carlos, The Little Spanzard." 19

me," and Mabel thanked God, aye and took
courage. Dearly did Carlos learn to love both
her and little Eva, but greater still grew his
love for that best of friends, and again and
again he thanked God for bringing him to
school.
Hubert wrote home to his sisters that, "the
little Spaniard was growing more and more
fond of the company of Dr. Irvin's two girls.
"Part of his pocket money is put by every
week to get presents for Eva, books and toys
and sweets, and another part he gives to
Mabel to help support a poor cripple, in
whom she takes a great interest, and I sup-
pose the other part goes to the collections at
church (such a little saint as he's becoming).
The funny part of it is that he makes himself
most agreeable to all of us, and all of the boys
except myself are quite deceived by his
amiability; and you don't know, girls, how
hard the little wretch works; I'm almost
afraid he'll beat me, but don't tell papa this,
for he shan't if I can do anything to stop it."
Hubert meant what he said, but ah! how soon
was he to regret that such words had ever
come from his pen.

'~S~yyegga^~















CHAPTER III.


T was a calm and beautifully
bright Sunday. evening. Dr.
Irvin had taken all the boys to
church except Hubert, who had
a slight cold, and Carlo, who had
obtained permission to stay with
Mabel. "How lonely the sky is," said
Carlo, looking up from thd open Bible on his
knee. "It makes me think of the 'many
mansions,"' and he held up the book and
pointed to the words, In my Father's house
are many mansions," under which he had put a
pencil line. Sometimes," he continued softly,
"I don't think it will be long before He calls
me there. I'm not strong, mamma's doctor
said so, and lately I have felt so very, very,
tired; giving little Eva a shoulder ride seems
to tire me now, and I can't run or even walk
fast without a pain in my side. But whichever
way it is, whether I go or stay, I can trust


I~bZ~L~E~I







Carlos, The Little Spaniard."


our Jesus; He helps me every day, and
I know that his arms are round me even now."
Mabel lay watching Carlo with lips parted in
surprise, for he sat with his eyes fixed on the
wintry sky, and when speaking of the many
mansions, a smile of such strange sweetness
lighted up his face, that to the invalid it
seemed as if he were already about to join that
multitude harping with their harps and sing-
ing, Worthy is the Lamb."
A servant came in with lights, and Carlos
rose from his seat saying, "I had forgotten
that Hubert is downstairs alone; may I ask
him to come up ?"
Mabel acquiesced, and Carlos went down to
the school-room. The passage leading to it
was dark, but the door was ajar; the boy
walked softly along wrapped in his own
thoughts, till as he entered, some muttered
words reached his ear, and thoroughly roused
him.
"No, he shan't beat me," Hubert was
whispering excitedly, "he shan't get all the
favour, the little hypocrite !"
Carlos was deeply wounded, but quick as
thought, sent up a prayer for help. He
walked forward and asked his cousin to come
and sit upstairs with Mabel. Without saying
a word, Hubert left the room, while Carlo






22 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

leant against the mantelpiece gazing at the
ruddy coals, with a sharp pain at his heart.
Well, oh well, was it for him that he had those
everlasting arms around him,-well that he had
them to lean upon, in the days of bitter trial
that were coming. A scrap of paper caught
his eye, lying amongst the ashes, and paler
became his brow, already so white, as the poor
boy saw that it was torn from an exercise,
which he had written on Saturday; an exercise
which had to be shown to the doctor, the first
thing on Monday. He went to his desk and
found that it was indeed as he had feared.
There lay his exercise-book, but the last well-
written pages had been carefully cut out, and
had evidently been burned, as the scrap of
paper indicated. Only too well Carlos knew
that it was Hubert who had done him this
injury, Hubert whom he had lately tried so
hard to love and please. The sensitive spirit
of the little Spaniard" dreaded the reproof
which he knew Dr. Irvin would give him on
the following day, and for one moment he was
tempted to tell of his cousin, and free himself;
but then came thoughts of Him who said,
"Father, forgive them," and with a half-sob,
Carlos flung himself down on his knees, hid
his face in his hands, and told all his troubles
to God.







Carlos, The Little Spaniard." 23

The shadows danced and played on the
schoolroom ceiling as if sporting with the soft
red glow of the fire; the minutes passed by,
and at length Carlos raised a face all wet
with tears, but with the light of victory
imprinted there, of conquest through a
strength made perfect in weakness. The
morrow came, and brought the expected dis-
grace to Carlos; not only did the exercise not
appear to have been written, but Dr. Irvin
feared his pupil was obstinate, as he refused
to answer any questions put to him respecting
it. Days, dark indeed, followed for Carlos;
his books were blotted, smeared, torn, or
abstracted, by hands certainly not his own;
his pens were broken, and he was therefore
in continual trouble with the Doctor, who
grieved over what he thought was a fit of the
boy's violent temper. Oh! the pain it gave
Carlo to see the sadness on Mabel's face when
he caught a glimpse of her now and then, and
to have Dr. Irvin's smile of approval totally
withdrawn. But he bore it, and bore it
bravely, though his bodily strength seemed
to lessen under the burden which pressed so
heavily.
Do you boys who read this story know
what it is to trust in Jesus, in trials at home or
at school? If not, will you not trust Him







24 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

now? He is so strong, so kind. He wants
you. He calls you now, at this very moment
while you are looking at this page; will you
not come?
Little Eva missed her kind playfellow, and,
as for Mabel, though she knew too well what
was the reason of that extra shade on her
father's brow, she still trusted her little friend,
and tried to excuse him to Dr. Irvin, by say-
ing how tired he had lately felt, and therefore
the Doctor was more lenient than he would
otherwise have been. Carlo still continued
kind and obliging to the other boys, Hubert
included, until at last one morning, the latter
in very shame determined that on the follow-
ing day, Sunday, he would indeed cease to act
so cruelly, and begin a new and better week.
Oh Hubert, Hubert, 't was a resolution made
too late!
















CHAPTER IV.

T was, of course, a half-holiday,
and directly after dinner, Carlo,
taking with him a long lesson
he had to learn, set off to a
little wood within bounds, where
he thought he might find some
berries, of a kind which Mabel was
anxious to possess. In spite of
the time of year, the afternoon was warm, the
air soft and balmy, and Mabel lay at an open
window, enjoying the mildness of the breeze.
Presently she fell asleep, and did not wake till
after four o'clock, when the voices of some of
the boys returning from their play roused her.
She could just see them as they neared the
house, Carlos with a bunch of beautiful berries
which she had so much desired to have. Just
then the nursemaid entered. "I came to see
if Miss Eva were with you," she said.
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26 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

She has not been here all the afternoon,"
said Mabel.
"I was out in the garden with her, Miss,
about half-past two, and she saw Master
Carlos and ran to him; then she called" out
to me, and said as he was a going to take her
for a little walk. I looked in the schoolroom
five minutes ago, and she was not there, so
I thought perhaps Master Carlos had brought
her here."
"No," said Mabel with a whitening face,
"I saw them all come back; I saw Master
Carlo too, and Miss Eva was not with any of
them."
The Doctor coming in at that moment,
Mabel explained it all to him, and he, bidding
the frightened nursemaid stay with her young
mistress, descended with hurried step and
anxious brow to the schoolroom, where all the
boys were assembled, reading or otherwise
amusing themselves till tea-time. Gravely
and quickly he told the nurse's story.
"Is this true, Carlos?" he asked, "and
have you had Eva during the afternoon ?"
Carlos, happening to look for a moment at
Hubert, could not help noticing how his face
alternately flushed and paled, and how he
leant on his desk for support. The eyes of
the cousins met, and in an instant the truth













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THE VOICES OF SOME OF THE BOYS RETURNING
AROUSED HER."-p. 25.







28 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

flashed like lightning into the mind of the
little Spaniard. The nursemaid had, at a
distance, mistaken Hubert for himself; Hubert
unwilling to disappoint the child, had taken
her out with him. Had not he heard the
boys talking of a game they had been having
in a field which was not far from the railroad ?
no doubt Eva had strayed away, and Hubert
had forgotten all about her till now. There
was a gate at the end of a road hard by,
which opened on to the line. He had often
taken his little friend to this place, and stand-
ing there they had watched the train speed
past. Might she not have crept through the
bars of the gate, and be even now playing on
the fatal rails. A glance at the clock on the
mantelpiece showed him that in a few minutes
the London express would be passing that
.very spot, but God helping him he might yet
be in time to save Mabel's little Eva from the
peril which was most probably threatening
her. All this had passed through his brain
in a much shorter time than it takes me to
write it, or you to read, and while Dr. Irvin
was yet waiting for an answer, Carlos sprang
from his seat and rushed from the room, leav-
ing the Doctor convinced of his guilt, and the
boys mute with astonishment.
"The little Spaniard!' knew that to save






Carlos, The Little Spaniard."


Eva, he must run as he had never run before;
he sped like the wind towards the railway,
and when he reached the lane he could hear
the whistle of the train as it rushed through
the tunnel not far distant. Onwards, madly
onwards, the brave boy ran, though his legs
threatened to give way beneath him, and his
heart beat so rapidly" that he could scarcely
breathe. The sun had set more than half-an-
hour before, and the soft after-glow had almost
faded into darkness, yet as he neared the gate,
he could see the dim shadowy outline of a
tiny figure sitting on one of the very rails
along which the train must pass A fright-
ened wailing cry reached his ear, half drowned
by the noise of the train, now so terribly close.
The panting boy half jumped half threw him-
self over the gate, snatched little Eva from
the jaws of death, and reached the opposite side
of the railroad just as the train passed. Safe!
yes, safe from the one danger, but what was
that red stream flowing from Carlo's lips, and
staining Eva's white merino frock, as she lay
in his arms? The little girl grew frightened;
why was Carlo's face so white ? and why were
his eyes so tightly shut? She gave a little
sob of terror which aroused the boy for a
moment and made him murmur, "Don't be
frightened, darling, I shall very soon be better."







30 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."
So Eva was comforted, and rested her little
golden head on his arm, waiting patiently
until he should "be better." Meanwhile Dr.
Irvin having despatched the boys and servants
to search for the missing child, turned himself
in the direction of the river, and Mabel, noting
it from the window, lay still and prayed, oh
how earnestly, that they might all have
strength given them to bear whatever God
might see fit to send. Hubert hid in the
bushes near the house till everyone else had
started, and then hurried off towards the lane
where he had in reality left Eva, telling her
to play there till he came back. But the
game in the field close by, in which he found
the others engaged, proved so interesting that
he forgot all about his little charge, and she,
well used to amusing herself, had trotted
about happily enough, getting nearer and
nearer to the fatal gate, and at last crawling
through it. She played with the stones on
the railway, and then, darkness coming on,
sat still on the line, too frightened to
move. Hitherto Hubert had only thought of
her as having strayed from the spot where he
had left her, and perhaps crying somewhere
near, and no danger to her in connection with
the train had occurred to him ; but all at once
this thought did strike him, and scarce know-






Carlos, The Little Spaniard."


ing what he did, he stumbled blindly along
till he'came upon the object of his search, and
his cousin too, both lying so still on the damp
grass, that he knew not whether they were
alive or dead.
He saw it all now, how noble Carlo had
been. He called .him, but there was no
response, and in an agony of repentance,
loathing his own self, he turned away to find
his master. Having found Dr.Irvin he brought
him to the place; on his way thither confess-
ing his cruel conduct to Carlo during the last
two weeks, and the ill-will which he had
always borne him. Two hours had passed
since the searchers had set out, and still
Mabel watched from her window. It was a
calm, peaceful night, and the moon so bright,
that outdoors it looked almost like daylight.
There were footsteps coming along the drive;
they turned the corner and two figures came
in sight of the house, Mabel saw them, oh so
plainly,-one was that of the parish doctor
carrying Carlos, the other was her father hold-
ing the apparently lifeless form of little Eva
pressed tightly to his breast; and yes, the
little frock was dyed with blood, and so was
the golden hair which half covered the sweet
baby face. A little cry broke from Mabel's
lips, and then, scarce wondering at herself, she






32 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."
sprang from her couch and with quick tremb-
ling steps ran down to meet what might be in
store for her. But before the newcomers
gained the door a great calm had taken pos-
session of her soul; she remembered that they
were all in God's hands and that no keeping
was safer than His, and so it was with a grave
and peaceful brow that her father saw her
when he entered, and knew that in the midst
of this time of sorrow, his elder daughter had
been freed from the chain which he thought
would have kept her a lifelong prisoner.
Mabel soon learnt that Eva was merely
asleep, quite safe and uninjured, and owing
her life, under God, to the "little Spaniard,"
who was carefully taken upstairs and laid in
his own little bed, where he lay very quiet,
but now perfectly conscious. The hemorrhage
brought on by the unusual strain which Carlos
had undergone, could not be checked, and was
rapidly telling on his weak state, made worse
by the last weeks' troubles. Very gently,
very sympathetically the doctor broke to
Mabel and her father, that the young life
risked for their loved one's was quickly and
surely ebbing away, that nothing more could
be done to save him, that a few hours more
were all that remained to him here. Dr.
Irvin turned away to hide the tears he could







Carlos, The Little Spaniard." 33

not restrain, and Mabel went upstairs to Carlo,
who, after a few minutes' low sweet conversa-
tion about the King in His beauty, whom
he was soon to see, seemed to be lost in
thought. At length he said half sadly,
Do you think Dr. Irvin would come to me
for a minute? "
"He has hardly left you at all, darling,
though perhaps you did not see him," said
Mabel, well understanding the yearning which
made Carlos long to see a look of the old kind-
ness and love on the face which for him had
of late been so stern and sad, on account of
his supposed bad conduct. Mabel went down
and sent up her father, who, calming himself
as well as he could, softly entered the sick-
room. Carlo heard his step directly, and
glanced eagerly, yet shyly towards him.
There was no sternness on that face now,
only love and sorrow. Carlo held out his
hand.
"Dear sir, will you forgive me, indeed
I could not bear to give you so much
trouble."
"My darling boy," said Dr. Irvin huskily,
as he knelt down beside the dying child, put
his arm round him, and rested the tired head
on his shoulder, "there is nothing, nothing, to
forgive you; Hubert has confessed all. It is
C







34 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."
I who am greatly to blame for not having
looked more carefully into the matter; it is
I who must ask your forgiveness."
"No, no; but tell me, dear Dr. Irvin, will
you forgive Hubert?"
A pained look passed over the master's face,
but it was gone directly as he said, while the
unbidden tears ran down his cheek-
"Yes, poor boy, it is not for me to deal harshly
with him; and now, my child, I 'must tell you
that I can never, never thank you enough for
saving little Eva, but, but the doctor says we
shall soon have to part with you; Carlo are
you afraid to die?"
"I have sometimes felt afraid, but not now.
I know that Jesus is with me, that He loves
me, and I am glad to go to Him. Just fancy,
only two Sundays ago I was talking to Mabel
about the 'many mansions,' and now I'm going
there, to be forever with Him."
When Mabel came in again, Carlo begged
to see Hubert quite alone for a few minutes,
and she went to find him. He was in his
bedroom, half-sitting, half-lying on his bed,
with his face buried in the pillow. Mabel
went up to him, and laying her hand on his
arm, told him that Carlo wanted him.
"How is he?" asked the wretched boy
without raising his head. Mabel had dreaded
















































"DEAR DR. IRVIN, WILL YOU FORGIVE HUBERT?"







36 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."
the question, and did not answer for a minute;
then sitting down beside him, in a few words
she told him the truth. The despairing cry
that Hubert gave, the agonised expression of
his face, touched her more than anywords could
have done, and drew tears of sympathy from
her eyes. All his past unkindness to his
cousin passed before Hu's eyes, and now, now
he could have no time to make reparation.
He might indeed obtain Carlo's forgiveness,
but never, never on earth,, could he show him
by his life how really, how truly he repented.
Oh, boys and girls, when you are tempted to
injure another, to do an unkind deed, or speak
a bitter, hasty word, stay a moment, and seek
strength from Him, who taught us to love one
another, and to forgive as we would be for-
given; for the one you are bitter against
to-day may be beyond your reach to-morrow.
Dear reader, if you do not yet know what it
is to have been forgiven yourself, there is the
invitation for you too, to-day; the words, old
yet ever new, "Come unto me all ye that
labour and are heavy laden, and I will give
you rest." He is waiting for you to come
and be forgiven and blessed-must He still
wait ?
What passed between Hubert and Carlo
that night, no one ever knew, but when, at







Carlos, The Little Spaniard."


the end of a quarter of an hour, Hubert went
back to his own room, the turning-point of his
life had been passed, and though half broken-
hearted with sorrow, yet through God's great
goodness, deep down in his heart, a new hope
was dawning and a new day breaking. All
the boys, who had been waiting about on the
stairs or in the hall, were now allowed, at
Carlo's request, to come in softly two at a
time and say 'good-bye,' and then Mabel
took up her post at the bedside to watch and
wait, and after a little while the patient little
sufferer fell asleep. Presently he awoke, and
shortly afterwards, there was the sound of an
arrival and voices in the hall. It was Mr. and
Mrs. Ansley, who had been telegraphed for at
the first, and Janet and Agnes, though it had
not been intended that they should accompany
them, filled with contrition at the thought of
their former unkindness, had at length been
allowed to do so.
"Oh, Mabel," said the dying boy, "while
we are still alone, I want to tell you how glad
I am about you, that you are able to walk
again, and I want to ask you to look after
Hu, as you have after me, I know I shall see
him by-and-by, up there."
I will help him all I can, darling," she said,
bending down to kiss the soft white brow







38 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."
"We have had very happy talks together.
I shall miss you very much, but I am glad
for you," and after one more loving embrace,
she went forward to meet his uncle and aunt,
who were coming upstairs.
It was morning when the summons came to
little Carlo, just as the sun was rising and
tipping the horizon with rosy red. Hubert was
gently aroused from his sleep by Mabel, and
so were Janet and Agnes, who had seen their
cousin for a few minutes the night before, and
had earnestly asked his pardon for their past
unkindness. Up in the night nursery little
Eva was just waking from her sleep, bright
and fresh as a daisy. Wrapped in a shawl
her sister carried her to Carlo's room, to give
him a last kiss. Very touching was the pic-
ture, as the little chubby child laid her face
against Carlo's, and a gleam of sunshine stole
in across them both and lay upon the dark
hair round one, and the golden curls round
the other.
"Good-bye, good-bye," cried the little one
as Mabel lifted her up and carried her away.
" I '11 soon see you again." Not here, Eva,
but if you are one of the Good Shepherd's
little lambs below, you shall see your Carlos
by-and-by up there." It was Mabel who
raised the dying boy, so that his head rested







Carlos, The Little Spaniard." 39

on her shoulder, and she and Carlos were the
only ones in the room whose eyes were dry,
for they looked more at the bright side of the
picture than any of the others. Hubert's deep
sobs broke the silence, and Carlo hearing
them, feebly stretched out his hand towards
him, and murmured, Don't grieve, and don't
forget." Then he seemed to forget all
earthly surroundings, and looking upwards
with a bright smile, whispered, "In my
Father's house are many mansions. "I will
come again and receive you unto Myself,"-
he stopped, stretched out his arms as if in
welcome, and the next moment, his friends
knew that he was singing the new song, for
ever with the Lord. It was indeed perfect
peace." On Janet and Agnes, Carlo's death
left a lasting impression, and when his Friend
became their Friend, they wondered that they
had never sought Him before. As for Hubert,
the Good Shepherd sought and found His
lost sheep, and his life from that time was a
different life. Dr. Irvin was very kind to him,
but Mabel was his chief friend and counsellor.
Little Eva grew very fond of him, but he
never looked at her merry face and childish
form without being reminded of that eventful
day when Carlo had risked his life for hers,
because he himself had been unfaithful to his







40 Carlos, The Little Spaniard."

charge. If this simple story should lead any
of those who read it to seek that Saviour who
is even now loving them and longing for
them, it will not indeed have been written in
vain.
M. B. R. T.














WRT THE FLWERS WO.


CHAPTER I.
IN THE COUNTRY.
HAT a lovely place this is,
^' mamma!" remarked a gentle
blue-eyed girl, one bright June
afternoon, as she stood with
.,' her mother in the porch-over
S which tall, clustering roses and
fragrant jasmine were growing-looking
across a lawn, flower-beds and shrub-
bery, through an opening in the trees, to fields,
woods and pale blue distance.
"It is indeed a delightful place, Ella, and
I think we shall enjoy our stay here. I only
wish dear papa could be here all the time."
* Mr. Raymond was a London merchant, and
lived in one of the west end-squares. A
bright, cheerful home it was, though the
41














WRT THE FLWERS WO.


CHAPTER I.
IN THE COUNTRY.
HAT a lovely place this is,
^' mamma!" remarked a gentle
blue-eyed girl, one bright June
afternoon, as she stood with
.,' her mother in the porch-over
S which tall, clustering roses and
fragrant jasmine were growing-looking
across a lawn, flower-beds and shrub-
bery, through an opening in the trees, to fields,
woods and pale blue distance.
"It is indeed a delightful place, Ella, and
I think we shall enjoy our stay here. I only
wish dear papa could be here all the time."
* Mr. Raymond was a London merchant, and
lived in one of the west end-squares. A
bright, cheerful home it was, though the
41







What the Flowers did.


children knew nothing of country life. Their
usual walk was round the square, or along the
nearest streets, varied sometimes by a walk in
the Regent's Park, or a visit to the Zoological
Gardens. But of real country life they knew
nothing, so it was a great delight to them
when Mr. Raymond took a house in a lovely
part of the country for four months. The
children had all had whooping-cough in the
early spring, and the doctor said that country
air was needed to bring back the colour to
Ella's pale cheeks, and to invigorate Percy,
while it would do little Minnie no harm.
The only drawback was that Mr. Raymond
would have to spend part of his time in town,
but he promised to be as much with his wife
and family as possible.' He had accompanied
them down to Brightstone, and had seen them
comfortably settled, and now had just left
them for a few days.
Mrs. Raymond and Ella still stood in the
porch, where they had bid him good-bye,
looking down on the bright garden, filled with
every variety of blossom, and watching little
Minnie, who was flitting like a bird from
flower to flower.
Presently Percy came bounding in.
"I have seen papa off!" he exclaimed;
"oh, this is a capital place! It is so nice to







What the Flowers did.


be able to go about alone, without a nurse
always with us as we have in London. I like
this."
"I am glad you are so happy, my boy,"
said his mother, smiling at his bright face.
"Yes; but, mamma, what is the use of so
many flowers ? There are flowers everywhere,
the hedge-rows are full of them, and so are
the fields,-wherever we turn there are
flowers."
"We cannot have too many of them, Percy,
they are all of God's making, all of His paint-
ing, and all lovely."
"Yes, I know. But what use are they?"
asked the boy again, who was not of an
artistic nature.
"They brighten up this world of ours, that
would be very dull without them, and they
give joy to thousands of hearts, and often too,
they prepare the way for God's messages of
love to some weary heart. I have seen sick
people who would hardly have listened to
a text by itself, read it eagerly when tied up
with a bunch of flowers; the beauties of God's
own hand opening up the way for His Word."
Well, we have plenty of them here, have
we not? I never saw so many before. And
I wish we could stay here always."
So saying, the happy boy ran off after his







What the Flowers did.


youngest sister, and Mrs. Raymond smiled as
she heard the merry peals of laughter from
the shrubbery.
One day, as the children and their nurse
were out for a walk, they passed a large hay-
field, and they begged to go in.
They will not mind if we go in a while,
will they, Mary ?" asked Ella. "We shall not
hurt the hay."
"Oh no, Miss Ella, they won't mind at all,
the farmers never mind anyone going in while
they are haymaking, so long as they don't
interfere with the work."
Oh, how delightful it was to the children
to climb about on the warm sweet-scented
hay,. to gather large quantities of it together,
and make springy soft seats which almost
covered them up when they sank down into
them And then what fun it was to hide in
the hay, and the shouts of laughter when the
lost one was found !
While they were playing the farmer came
up.
"You are having fine fun' there, young
people."
"Oh yes, please, I hope we are not hurting
the hay," said Percy, "but we never played
in a hay-field before, and it is delightful."
Never played in a hay-field before I dear,







What the Flowers did.


dear," said the farmer, "why, where do you
come from ?"
"Oh, we come from London, and there is
no hay there, you see there would not be room
for it with so many houses."
"Well, I've never been in London myself,
but I've heard tell it's a fine place."
It is not half so nice as the country," said
Percy, who was still spokesman for the group.
Maybe you've never seen a farm then ? "
"No, never, this is our first visit to the real
country; we have been to the seaside before,
but the hay-field is better than anything,"
said the boy, with flushed face and hair full of
little bits of hay.
"I'm glad you like it," said the farmer
heartily, "come as often as you like. Would
you like to come round the farm with me
now ? The cows will be milked presently."
The man looked so kind that the children
had no hesitation in following him across the
field, and over a stile into a large farmyard.
He showed them the horses, and the poultry-
yard, where Minnie was delighted with the
tiny chicks that looked like little round balls of
soft down, running about so eagerly after their
mothers, who seemed very proud of their large
families. They visited the pig-sty, and were
almost frightened at the noise all the pigs set







What the Flowers did.


up when they saw their visitors. Presently
the cows came up from the field to be milked,
a long row of them, walking in leisurely
fashion, swinging their tails to rid themselves
of the flies that annoyed them.
All the children shrank back a little as the
cows came nearer.
Oh, don't fear them," said the farmer
heartily, they won't hurt you, they are gentle
creatures and give good, sweet milk. See,
here is Molly with her pails and stool, she
will soon have some milk for you to drink."
The children looked on with delight and
interest, listening to the sharp sound of the
milk dripping into the pails, and wondering
that it all looked so rich and frothy, "not a
bit like what we have at home," whispered
Ella.
The farmer's wife came out with tumblers
in her hands, which were soon filled with
warm milk, and then she would have the
young visitors into the kitchen to taste her
home-made cake.
Oh, the delights of that afternoon, and the
wonders of all they saw The children would
like to have stayed much longer, but Mary
knew it was getting late, and that Mrs. Ray-
mond would be anxious if they did not return
at the usual hour. So they bade good-bye to














' ,4


"THE CHILDREN LOOKED ON WITH DELIGHT AND INTEREST."


Oil.~







48 What the Flowers did.
the kind farmer and his wife, and received a
warm welcome to the farm whenever they
liked.
As they passed down the road they met
an elderly lady who was most oddly dressed,
and looked more like some old picture than
like the people we generally meet. As they
came nearer she looked very earnestly at
Percy, and for a moment seemed inclined to
speak to him, but she changed her mind and
passed on:
"Who was that, I wonder," said Ella.
"I thought she was going to speak to us.
How funny she dresses."
But all wondering ceased, as they caught
sight of Mrs. Raymond driving up to the
house. They rushed off to meet her with
eager stories of all they had seen at the farm.














CHAPTER II.
FLOWERS FOR THE SICK.

E have seen that funny old lady
again, mamma, two or three
times," said Percy one day,
"and this morning she spoke to
Sus. Ella was making that wreath
of wild roses for you, and she
S stopped and admired it, and said
it was fit for a queen."
"So it is, dear," said Mrs. Raymond,
stopping to smell the fragrant blossoms that
were lying on a table near her," it is the
prettiest wreath Ella has made yet. There is
no flower more delicately fair than the wild
rose. The rose is the flower that the blessed
Saviour compares to Himself. He says,
'I am the Rose of Sharon.'"
"Are roses mentioned in the Bible then,
mamma?" asked Ella.
"Yes, indeed, dear, and many other flowers
49 D







What the Flowers did.


too. God made the flowers and trees, and
He loves the beauty His own hand has
created. The temple that Solomon built,
which was once so filled with the presence of
God that the priests could not stay there,
must have looked almost like a flower-garden.
The walls of the temple were- beautifully
carved with figures of cherubims and palm
trees and open flowers; the doors, too, were
carved with palm trees and flowers, and all
were overlaid with gold; while the capitals of
the pillars were carved with lily work and
pomegranates. So that wherever the eye
turned inside the temple it rested on flowers
and trees delicately carved in cedar or brass.
Then the molten sea had a brim like the
brim of a cup, with flowers of lilies all round
it."
"How lovely it must all have looked!"
broke in Ella.
"Yes, indeed. It was a most gorgeous
place, and the graceful carvings would make
it look almost like fairy-land, or rather, like
the heavenly city which God is preparing for
those who love Him, where the streets are of
gold, the foundations of precious stones, and
every gate a pearl."
Will there be flowers there ? "
"Surely, dear ones. God will not have His







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heaven less fair than His beautiful earth.
We do not read of flowers yonder, but as we
often sing-
"There everlasting spring abides
And never withering flowers !
So we know that God will see that we are
surrounded with beauty and joy. And till
we reach there He sends us these beautiful
works of His hands to speak to us of His
power and wisdom; and He wants us to use
them for Him."
How can we do it ? asked Ella, thought-
fully.
In many ways. I was 'thinking this
morning how many a sick and suffering one
in our London Hospitals would cry with
delight at having a wreath of roses like this
one, and I wondered if my children would like
to gather some for them."
Oh, we will, mamma, we will, we would
love to do it!" they all exclaimed, delighted
at the thought of being useful.
So next morning they set off with Mary in
high spirits, provided with a good-sized basket
in which to place their nosegays. They first
made their way to the common, for the hedges
all round were filled with flowers, and taking
a ball of twine from the basket, Ella began







What the Flowers dzd.


making some tasteful wreaths and small
bouquets with Mary's help, while Percy and
Minnie ran backwards and forwards, bringing
ferns and flowers of all sorts, now and then
bunches of pale wild geranium, and the
delicate bird's-eye with its bright blue
blossoms.
Many gay nosegays had been already laid
in the basket, when Percy rushed up to the
stone where Ella was sitting.
Oh, do come at once, there is a large field
of corn only a little way down the lane ; it is
still green, but in and out among the corn are
the loveliest poppies and corn-flowers; they
will make such bright nosegays--do come."
Off ran all the children, and were soon
busily engaged gathering all they could reach.
Ella then perched herself on the top of the
stile to tie them up, and was very busy when
the elderly lady whom they had met before
came up and spoke to her.
"Why do you gather all those flowers?"
she asked, "have you not enough in your
garden ?"
Oh yes, please, but we are going to send
these to London."
Send those wild flowers to London No
one will care for them there."
Oh, but they will-the sick people, you







What the Flowers did.


know, they love the flowers so much. Auntie
often takes them there, and mamma said we
might pick a lot for auntie to take to-morrow."
I am glad you are so usefully employed,"
said the lady, a little stiffly, "I thought I
should meet you somewhere to-day, so I
brought you this book; it contains a good
deal of information about flowers and birds
and insects, and as you seem so fond of the
country, I thought you might like it."
"Oh, thank you," said Ella, taking the
book held out to her, "you are very kind; we
should like to read it very much, and we can
bring it back to you another day."
But while she was speaking, the lady had
walked on as if half ashamed of having been
so friendly.
The children looked at the pictures, and
discussed the book a little while, and then
went on with their flower-gathering till they
heard the sound of horses' hoofs, and the
friendly farmer came in sight.
"How are you, young ladies? you haven't
been to see me for ever so long. I thought
Master Percy liked the hay so well, he would
come again."
"I did like it" replied Percy, "and we
thought we would come and see you to-
morrow, if we may."







What the Flowers dzd.


That's right. What beautiful flowers you
have there!"
"Yes, for the sick people in the hospitals."
"Are you going to send them there? I'11
give you a lot of mine for that. I must go to
market now, but if you 'll come to-morrow, I'll
give you that basketful."
Oh, thank you, that will be nice."
The basket was nearly full, so the children
hastened home to show their mother the
treasures, and tell her all their adventures., The
flowers were duly admired, carefully packed,
and sent off to London at once, that the sick
ones might have them as fresh as possible.
"This lady seems to have taken quite a
fancy to you," said Mrs. Raymond smilingly,
as she examined the book; "it is a very useful
book, we will read some of it after tea."
"Oh, do, mamma, that will be nice. She is
such a funny old lady, and looks very cross,
but she is kind to us."
"Do you know who she is, Mary?" asked
Mrs. Raymond of the nurse.
No, ma'am, I only know that they say she
is rich, and lives all alone in that large house
on the edge of the common."






























































FLOWERS FOR THE SICK.














CHAPTER III.
AUNT NORTON.

SS soon as the' tea was over, the
children claimed their mother's
Promise. Minnie climbed into
her lap, and Ella brought her
chair close by, while Percy leant
over his mother's shoulder that he
might better see the pictures, and
hear the wonderful tales of the common things
around us. Mrs. Raymond read of the birds'
nests so beautifully made with moss, and hair,
and feathers; how the chaffinch decorates its
nest with lichens stuck on the outside with
spiders' webs. How the thrush eats the snails
by hundreds, dragging them out of their hiding
places, and carrying them to some convenient
stone, against which he knocks them till he
has broken the shell, when he quietly eats
the inmate. How the rook likes to follow the
ploughman through the newly-turned field,
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picking up the worms and grubs that come
to the surface, how it eats numbers of the
destructive wire-worm which so greatly injures
the crops of wheat, so that the rook does a
great deal of good in a quiet way, though not
a very handsome bird to look at. How the
happy skylark sings from morning till night,
and from earliest spring till quite late in the
year; how it never drops down upon its nest,
but alights some little distance off, and creeps
along unseen on the ground, so that no one
may find its cosy little home, and disturb the
family who are so happy there.
So Mrs. Raymond read on till Minnie clasped
her hands with a little sigh of delight, and
said it was "nicer than any story ;" and Percy
announced his determination of lying flat
under a tree all day as still as a stone that he
might notice all these interesting habits of the
birds.
"Yes, it is a delightful book," said Mrs.
Raymond, "I should like to know the lady's
name, that I might call on her and thank her
for her kindness to you."
If you please, ma'am," said Mary, who had
just come in to take little Minnie to bed-" if
you please, Rhoda says that the lady's name
is Norton-'queer Miss Norton'they call her in
the village."







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"Miss Norton!" repeated Mrs. Raymond,
"how strange!"
"Why, that is grandpapa's name, isn't it ?"
exclaimed Percy, "I wonder if she is any
relation."
"I cannot tell, but I will certainly call on
her."
Next day Mrs. Raymond called at the
large house on the edge of the common, and
was shown into a spacious drawing-room,
which, though looking out on a fine and
extensive view, was a bare, dreary-looking
room. Presently Miss Norton came in, and
after a few polite remarks Mrs. Raymond said
she had called to thank her for her kindness
to her children, who were charmed with the
delightful book she had lent them.
"Yes," said Miss Norton shortly, "the
children have done it all-the children and
the flowers together."
Mrs. Raymond looked surprised.
"Are you not aware that I am your
aunt?"
"No indeed are you really my father's long
lost sister, whom he has so often wished to
find?"
"Yes, your father and I quarrelled about
some money matters between twenty and
thirty years ago. I inherited a considerable




















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. ILLF.J YOU TAKE THESE FLOWERS PLElASE "-p. 60uo' .
" WILL YOU TAKE THESE FLOWERS, PLEASE ? "--. 60







What the Flowers did.


portion of my father's money, so that I was
well off, and I see now that I acted very
wrongly. I cut myself off from all communi-
cation with my only brother and buried myself
in this lonely place."
"But how can you know that I am your
niece without any proof?"
"Because, though I kept myself invisible,
I am acquainted with much of my brother's
affairs. I heard of your marriage and the birth
of your children, and when I found out a few
weeks ago that you had taken a house
I determined you should not meet me any-
where. I walked in the most lonely and
retired lanes, but go where I would I always
met your children, and your son is so like what
your father was as a boy that I could hardly
help speaking to him."
"You did speak at last."
"Yes, but not till your little girl the
youngest one with blue eyes and waving hair,
ran up to me in the lane one day with a
bunch of delicate, creamy roses surrounded
with pale blue forget-me-nots, and said timidly
'Will you take these flowers, please ? I picked
them all for you.' That broke my proud
heart,-the little thing was so winning, and the
flowers so sweet, I will never part with the
flowers as long as I live. I wondered how she







What the Flowers did.


could care to come up to a cross old woman
like me. Yes, it was the flowers and the
children that opened my heart, or I should
never have admitted you to the house."
There were tears in Miss Norton's eyes as
she ceased, and Mrs. Raymond lifted up her
heart in thankfulness to God, while asking
Him to teach her what to say. Two hours
passed .away in earnest converse, and then
Mrs. Raymond took her leave, promising to
call again next day.
The children were eager to hear all that
had passed, and Mrs. Raymond told them as
much as she thought best. They were greatly
interested to find that Miss Norton was their
great-aunt, and they longed to meet her
again.
"Why does she live all alone ?" asked little
Minnie, "has she no one to love her-does not
Jesus love her ?"
*"Yes, my darling, the blessed Lord Jesus
loves her so much, He died for her, but I fear
she never opened her heart to Him, till He
sent my little Minnie and her roses to -open
up the way."
"And will she open her heart for Him
now?" was the eager question.
"I hope so, yes, I really trust so; we must
do all we can to help her. Run out now and'






What the Flowers did.


play awhile in the garden. I want to write
to grandpapa."
The next day turned out very warm, and
Mrs. Raymond thought it better that the
children should not go far in the heat, so she
gathered them round her under a spreading
chestnut tree in the garden to read more of
the delightful book. They were all so deeply
engrossed, that they did not hear that some
one had opened the garden gate, and it was
not till they heard footsteps close to them
that they looked up and saw Miss Norton's
tall figure.
"I could not help coming," she said, "I
wanted to see you all together."
She was warmly welcomed, and Ella offered
her aunt a chair, while Minnie held up her
face for a kiss, saying, we are all going to love
you, and we like your book ever so much."
There were tears in Miss Norton's eyes as
she stooped down and kissed the child's fair
cheek.
I have been a wicked old woman, children,
I quarrelled with my only brother, and have
been unhappy all my life; but Minnie's sweet
scented roses have opened my heart to better
things. You must all help me to be good."
The children were too awestruck, at hearing
one of their elders speak such words to them,







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to make any reply. But Ella knelt down by
her aunt, and slipped her hand into hers, and
Mrs. Raymond sent Percy to the house to tell
Rhoda they would have lunch out under the
trees.
A pleasant afternoon was spent together,
and when Miss Norton took her leave, Percy
glanced round the flower-filled garden, and
turning to his mother said, "I am glad we
have so many flowers here, I never knew the
use of flowers before, but they have introduced
us to our aunt, and have made her happy, and
done a great deal of good."
"Yes," said his mother, "we shall never
forget our summer here, nor what the flowers
did."


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