Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The garden-party
 Home for the holidays
 Irene's trouble
 Charlie's repentance
 At the seaside
 Trials overcome
 Back Cover

Title: Irene's birthday treat, or, For the good of the cause
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Title: Irene's birthday treat, or, For the good of the cause
Alternate Title: For the good of the cause
Physical Description: 80, 16 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Fanshawe, F.C ( Author, primary )
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Place of Publication: London
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Publication Date: c1891
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fatherless families -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Missionaries -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Accidents -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Prayer -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The garden-party
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Home for the holidays
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Irene's trouble
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Charlie's repentance
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    At the seaside
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Trials overcome
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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AMMA," said Irene Fane, as she put away
her lesson-books, "you promised that
we should settle this morning what my
birthday treat is to be."
Yes, Irene, and so we will; but I am afraid
there is a disappointment in store for you. I
received a letter from Mrs. Steele this morning,
telling me that the missionary meeting at Newton
is fixed for the 12th, and you know I never let
anything prevent me going to that. I am very
sorry that it should take place on your birthday
this year, dear, and you shall have your treat on
the day before or the day after, whichever you
like best."
But, mamma, I don't want it to be the day
before, or the day after; I want you just to let my


treat to be going to the missionary meeting with
you." "Do let me, mamma dear," continued
Irene, coaxingly, kissing her mother.
"Well, Irene dear, I am not sure that you
would find it a treat. I don't think you know
exactly what a missionary meeting is."
Oh yes, mamma, I do. Lilly Barker told me
all about it when she was here yesterday. She
went last year, you know, and then she was only
nine-no older than me. She 's very sorry she
can't go this year, but they are all going away to
the seaside. The little Harveys are going, too;
so you see I couldn't have my tea-party in that
garden, if I wanted to ever so much. I know I
should like the meeting, and I have never stayed
up to supper yet. Do let me go, mamma."
"Well, Irene, if you really wish it very much,
I will write to Mrs. Steele, and ask if I may bring
Oh, thank you, mamma, very much; I'm sure
she '11 let me come, because she told Lilly Barker
she was very glad to see her."
Now, the missionary meeting at Newton was
not an ordinary meeting, but a very grand affair.
First there was the tea," held in a large tent, to
which any one in the parish-and, indeed, from
many parishes round-who could pay sixperce
was welcome. And very many came, for Mr.
Steele was very hearty in the missionary cause,
and got up very good meetings. And then the
"tea" was a great attraction; everything to eat


and drink was so good, and every one tried to be
friendly and sociable. The tables were provided
by different ladies, who also poured out the tea,
and did their best to make it a happy time for the
guests. Then you were sure to meet friends from
the neighbourhood, whom, perhaps, you did not
have another opportunity of seeing during the
year. So it was that the day of the meeting
became the great day of the year to many besides
those who took a warm interest in the missionary
Mrs. Fane was a great friend of Mrs. Steele's,
and her chief helper on these occasions. She
always stayed to the supper to which, at the close
of the meeting, Mr. and Mrs. Steele invited their
friends and all the clergy and their wives, to meet
the missionary or deputation, or whoever might
be appointed to speak.
That afternoon, as Mrs. Fane and Irene were
walking in the village, they met Mrs. Steele,
driving in her pony-carriage. She stopped to
speak to Mrs. Fane, and when told of Irene's
wish to go to the meeting, said that she would be
very pleased to see her, and that she did not think
her at all too young to come, adding, Lilly
Barker was very useful last year in handing tea-
cups, and you will help, dear, won't you ? "
Oh yes," said Irene ; I always hand the
cups when mamma has her working-party."
Then, after a few more words to Mrs. Fane, and
a kind good-bye to Irene, Mrs. Steele drove off,


leaving Irene very happy, for now she felt sure
that she would have the birthday treat which she
had chosen.
The meeting was to be on the 12th of July,
and this was the last day of June. So Irene had
not long to wait. It must be confessed that she
looked forward less to the meeting than to the tea
in the tent, and, most of all, the supper, because
she had never stayed up to supper, or, indeed,
later than eight o'clock. But then she was a little
girl, only nine years old, and, as her mother said,
she had not much idea of what a missionary meet-
ing was, for Lilly Barker had not said much about
that part of the evening.
But though Irene did not know much about
missionary meetings, for such a little girl she did
know a good deal about missionaries and their
work, for Mrs. Fane was a warm friend to the
missionary cause, and had taught her little girl a
great deal about it. Irene knew that all who loved
the Lord Jesus must try to obey His last command
by helping to send the Gospel to the heathen, to
tell them of the Saviour who loved them and died
for them, of His Holy Spirit which He would
give them, to make them like Him. Irene's only
fear now was lest it should be wet on her birth-
day, and then, perhaps, her mother would not
take her. But as going to the missionary meeting
was to be her birthday treat, Mrs. Fane promised
that she would take her, whatever the weather
was, if she was well; and so Irene was content.


Still, both she and Mrs. Fane were very anxious
that the 12th should be fine; Irene because it
was her birthday, and Mrs. Fane because she
knew what a great difference wet weather makes
to a country meeting, and that tea in a tent under
such circumstances was by no means an uinixed
pleasure, certainly by no means a safe one.
Although the time seemed very long to Irene,
the 12th did come at last. She was out of bed
by six o'clock, looking anxiously out of the
Oh, Martha," she said to the housemaid, who
had kept her promise to call her at that early
hour, do you think it will be a fine day ?"
Oh yes, miss, there ain't a doubt about it;
and Jonas he said last night as the glass were
very high."
But then, Martha, you see, there might be a
Oh no, miss ; I expect it will be just such a
fine day as yesterday, so don't you go for to worry
about the weather. You '11 have a very nice birth-
day, I 'm sure."
So Irene returned to bed, and was very happy
till it was time for her really to get up, thinking
of the treat she was going to have, and wondering
what her birthday presents would be.
When she came downstairs and went into the
dining-room there was no mamma and no break-
fast. She began to think that she must have got
up too early, after all; or, worse still, perhaps


mamma was ill, and would not be able to go to
the meeting. Just then, however, Irene heard her
mother's voice in the garden; she ran out, and
there was a surprise, for in her favourite place
under the cedar-tree the breakfast-table was, set.
Mrs. Fane was anxious that her little daughter
should have some treat at home on her birthday.
She knew breakfast in the garden would be a great
pleasure, so had prepared this surprise. Irene was
delighted, for, besides her presents, there were
strawberries and cream on the table. She thought
that she was going to have a lovely birthday.
It was impossible for Irene to wait until after
breakfast to open her presents. She was far too
excited for that.
The first parcel she untied was directed in her
mother's hand. It proved to be a beautiful little
work-basket lined with blue silk, and fitted up
with everything necessary for the most accom-
plished workwoman. Irene was delighted, for she
was very fond of needlework, and she thanked her
mother again and again. Then there was a very
handsome church service, sent byher Auntie Mary,
who was also her godmother. From her brother
Charlie she received a nice letter, and two
shillings, saved from his pocket-money at school.
Cook and Martha gave her a pretty little pair of
vases for her bedroom mantelpiece; and Jonas, the
gardener, gave her a spade, which she wanted for
her gardening. Her friend Lilly Barker wrote to
her and sent her a birthday card.


Irene was delighted with all her presents, and
thought no little girl could have had nicer ones
than she had received. And when the breakfast
was cleared away, she and her mother had a very
happy time together in the garden, until the sun
began to get very hot, and Mrs. Fane said they
had better go indoors.
Then later came dinner, which Irene had been
allowed to choose, and she had decided on roast
chicken and strawberry-jam tart; and then Mrs.
Fane said that she would read aloud to Irene till
it was time to get ready for the meeting; and
Irene, though much interested in the story, could
not help jumping up every now and then and
running into the garden, just to see if it was really
going to keep fine.
There was, however, no cause for anxiety about
the weather, for the sky was cloudless. At last it
was really time to put on their things, and when
Irene was dressed by Martha in her white frock,
and hat trimmed with white lace, she came down
stairs looking the picture of a happy little birth-
day girl.
Jonas drove the pony-carriage, and Mrs. Fane
sat in front by him, while Martha and Irene were
behind. Martha and cook took it in turns to go
to the meeting, but Jonas, like Irene, had never
been before, as he had only been in Mrs. Fane's
service for a few months.
They had a very pleasant drive in spite of the
heat. As they drove up to the rectory they saw a


great number of people on the lawn, and Mr. and
Mrs. Steele standing at the front door receiving
their guests. Irene began to feel rather shy, but
Mrs. Steele welcomed them so kindly, and did not
forget to wish Irene many happy returns of her
birthday, adding to Mrs. Fane "I am so glad
you have brought your little girl," that she soon
felt happy and at ease.
After a short time in the garden all the company
proceeded to the tent, and tea began. The tent
was very full and the heat very great; but Irene
did not mind that at all, and was very busy and
happy helping to hand the tea-cups, and then Mrs.
Steele made room for her close to herself, where
she could see her mother at the head of one table
near, and Martha and Jonas at some little distance
off at another. When the tea was over every one
left the tent, and the tables were taken out and the
seats arranged for the meeting. Nearly everybody
stayed for this, and many more came, so the tent
was very full indeed. Mrs. Fane and Irene had
very good places close to the platform.
The platform was quite crowded; there were so
many clergymen upon it; Irene counted thirteen.
There was their own clergyman with Mr. Steele
and some others she knew by sight; and then
there was the missionary. Irene eagerly asked
her mother which he was, and I think was rather
disappointed when she found that he looked just
like other people, though he came from Africa. A
good many speeches were made, and Irene did get


rather tired of them, and the heat of the room
made her very sleepy. Indeed, I must confess that
she did fall asleep, but not for long. And when
the missionary spoke she was very much in-
terested, for his speech was bright and lively and
such as she could understand; and she had been
reading about Africa lately in her Far Off," and
so was very glad to hear some one speaking about
it who had really been there. And the account
the missionary gave of the man who smeared him-
self all over with castor oil, and still more of the
plum pudding they tried to cook on Christmas
Day, amused her very much. Irene would not have
touched that plum pudding, she thought, for the
flour was full of black beetles, there was no suet
in it, and it was mixed with water so dirty that it
looked like thick pea soup. Then the cooks, not
being used to their work, forgot to put any more
water in the pot, so the top of the pudding was not
cooked enough, and the bottom was quite burnt
up; and yet the missionary said that he enjoyed it
very much and had three helpings. He was such
a cheerful man, no doubt he looked at the bright
side of everything.
But perhaps Mr. Steele's address at the con-
clusion of the meeting interested Irene most, or
rather the conclusion of it, for then he addressed
the children who were present, saying, "Though
there are not many boys and girls here, this being
a meeting for grown-up people, I must say a word
or two to the few who are present. Dear children,


I want to ask you who love the Lord Jesus-and I
trust you all do that-what are you doing to help
the missionary cause ? Are you showing your love
to Christ by helping to tell others of His love ?
There is no better way of showing our affection to
those we love than by obeying their commands, is
there ? And if any one you loved very much had
died or gone away and had left you one special last
command, would you not always remember that
last wish, that last command, and be very anxious
to do all you could to carry it out ? You all know
what Christ's last command, before He left this'
earth, was : Go ye into all the world, and preach
the Gospel to every creature.' We cannot all go,
but we can all obey that command, by helping to
send those who can go. Little girls and boys can
help quite as well as grown-up people. How are
you helping ? By praying, by collecting money ?
By both, I hope. It is not always easy work to
collect money, but won't you try to do it for Jesus'
sake, that you may help in bringing the heathen to
know and love Him ? I have some missionary-
boxes here by me, and shall be very glad if any
little boy or girl present will come forward after
the meeting and take one, and see what they can
do to help."
Mrs. Fane felt her sleeve pulled, and heard Irene
whispering, Oh, mamma, do let me have a box, I
should so like to help !"
But, Irene dear, have you considered how
you will get the money ? You know I do all I


can now, and you will have to collect it entirely
Yes, mamma, I know. Do let me try; it is
my birthday, you know."
Mrs. Fane felt that this plea could not be
resisted, and so she gave leave, and at the con-
clusion of the meeting two little boys and Irene
went up to ask for missionary-boxes. Irene's name
and the date were written on hers, and as Mr. Steele
gave it to her he told her that he hoped that when
she brought it to the meeting next year it would be
so heavy that she would hardly be able to carry it.
And then every one left the tent, and the invited
guests went to supper in the rectory.
The supper was laid in the servants' hall, as it
was the largest room in. the house, and very
attractive the table looked, laden with good things
and decorated with roses. Irene felt rather shy
among all the grown-up people, and clung to her
mother's hand. There did not seem to be room
for every one to sit down, so Mrs. Fane told Irene
to stand by her, and she should sit down as soon
as the grown-up people had taken their supper.
So Irene stood, feeling rather conspicuous and
uncomfortable, and almost wishing that she had
gone with Martha, and not come in to the supper-
room. Presently a gentleman came up to her,
rather a queer-looking old gentleman, Irene thought.
"How is this," he said, "how is this? Very
wrong-a lady left standing. Come along with me,
iny dear, and I'11 find you a seat."


"Thank you," said Mrs. Fane. My little girl
really ought not to be here, and she must not.
deprive any of her elders of a seat."
Old-fashioned notion that," he said. So
are my notions old-fashioned, and I can't sit down
while a lady is standing. Pray let her come with
me. She's not very big, and I think there will be
room for both of us." .
Will you go with this kind gentleman, Irene ?"
said Mrs. Fane.
Irene felt shy, but the gentleman had a very
kind face, and in spite of his odd manner, Irene liked
him; and as he added, qome along, I shan't eat
you, and I'll see that you have a nice supper. Only
fair, only fair that, ps you 've waited so long for it;"
and he held out his hand, which Irene took, and
went off with him, he promising to bring her
back to her mother when she had had her
The old gentleman's place was at the end of a
table where he was carving, and he managed to
squeeze Irene on to the form beside him.
He was very attentive to her, and Irene felt that
she was being treated quite like a grown-up lady
when he said, And what may I have the pleasure
of getting for you ?" And a very unwholesome
supper she had of pickled salmon and trifle; but
then a birthday comes only once a year, and the
pleasure of having supper with a party of grown-
up people still more rarely.
The old gentleman was so busy attending to


Irene's wants and those of other people, that for
some time he had no leisure to talk with her.
Presently, however, he began a conversation by
asking her name. "Irene," she answered.
Irene," he repeated, Irene, and a good name
too. Can you tell me what it means ? "
Yes," said Irene, "mamma told me. It means
"Peace? Why did not they call you Peace,
then? that's good English, more fit for a girl's
name than Greek. But never mind, my dear; you
live up to your name, and you will make a good
woman in spite of the Greek. Have you any
brothers and sisters?"
I have no sisters; only one brother, and he
is away at school."
One brother, one brother ; well, it's better for
you than a sister. Has he got a fine Greek name
too ? "
Oh no. His name is Charlie, and he's going
to Haileybury some day. He is only at a little
school now."
"Then there's only you and your father and
mother at home generally. I am afraid you must
be spoilt-afraid you must be spoilt."
"There's only mamma. Papa died when I
was a baby; and mamma doesn't spoil me. She
teaches me all my lessons, and brings--"
"She brings you to meetings-brings you to
meetings-and allows you to sit up to supper when
you ought to be in bed. I suppose that's not


spoiling you? said the old gentleman, with an
odd expression in his eyes.
Irene looked up at him for a minute, to see if
he was making fun of her, and then she said,
confidentially, "You see it's my birthday, and
mamma said she must come to the meeting, and 1
couldn't have my party at home, so she let me
come for a special treat."
I see, I see; and how did you like the meet-
ing ? Didn't you find it rather dull? You needn't
mind telling me. I '11 not repeat it to any one."
Well, I didn't find it very dull," said Irene;
"but," she added, lowering her voice, and speak-
ing very earnestly, it was very hot, and part of
the time I was asleep. You won't tell, will you ?
I don't mean mamma, she knows it; but the mis-
sionary, or anybody else; they might-be shocked,
you know."
Tortures shan't draw it from me," said the
old gentleman, pulling a very solemn face. "But
didn't you listen to any of the speeches-not any? "
Oh yes, I heard about Africa, and the castor
oil, and the plum-pudding, and I heard all the
end part about the missionary-boxes, and I've
got one. Mr. Steele said that he hoped I should
get it quite full by this time next year; but I
don't think I shall be able to do that, do you ?
You see, I've never had one before, and I don't
know how I shall manage till I 've asked mamma."
"I'll tell you the way to fill it," said the old
gentleman. It's quite easy.; you only want two


P's-two P's;" and there was a twinkle in his
eye as he spoke, though his face was quite grave.
Irene saw the funny look in his eyes, but she
telt very puzzled, and said,
"But two peas wouldn't fill it, even if I could
get them in, and I don't think they would go
through the hole in the top, it's too small."
I never said you were to put them in-never
said such a thing. I only said that they would
fill it, if you know how to use them. It all de-
pends upon that-all depends upon that."
Irene was completely puzzled now. Oh, please
tell me what you mean. I don't understand, and
I do want to fill my box. How could two peas
fill it?"
It is only by their help that you will be able
to fill it. It is the letter P I mean. Prayer and
Pains; prayer and pains will fill your box, and
nothing else will. Don't forget that, little girl-
don't forget that.'
Just then everybody rose from the table, and
the old gentleman took Irene back to her mother.
Mrs. Fane thanked him, and said that she hoped
Irene had not been troublesome.
Not at all, not at all. Allow me to see you
into your carriage."
As he did'so, Irene produced her box, which
Martha had taken charge of, saying, "Here is my
box; the real peas would not go in, you see, would
they ?"
"Certainly not," he said, certainly not. But,


bless me! I nearly forgot, to-day is your birthday,
and the box's birthday; of course they must
each have a present; there's a shilling for the
box, and shall yours go in too?"
Oh,please !" said Irene; and the old gentleman,
taking off his hat, returned to the house before
Irene or Mrs. Fane could thank him.
Isn't he a dear, kind old gentleman, mamma? "
said Irene, as they drove off; "but he's very
funny; and isn't my missionary-box started well
with two shillings?"
And then she began to tell her mother about
the supper, and all the old gentleman had said.
But she did not tell much, for it was long past
her bed-time, and now the excitement was over
she began to feel very tired, and before long she
was fast asleep, with her head resting on her
mother's shoulder; for they sat together this time.
So the drive seemed very short to Irene, and when
they reached home she was very glad for Martha
to put her to bed as soon as possible. Mrs. Fane
came as usual to give her a good-night kiss when
she was in bed, and Irene was too sleepy to do
more than tell her mother that this had been the
happiest birthday she had ever spent.

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SHE next morning Irene consulted her mother
as to the best way of filling her box, and
Mrs. Fane quite agreed with the old gentle-
man about the two P's.
"Yes, Irene, you must never forget in your
prayers to ask God to help you fill your box, and
you must take pains yourself to fill it. You know
I cannot help you much, as I have to spend all I
can afford on my missionary working-party; and
as we have very few guests, you must not depend
on outside gifts, though I hope you will get some
money that way. So we had better consider how
you can earn some money for it. And just as I
value a present you or Charlie make for me more
than any other you can give, so anything you can
do to get money for your box will be most valu-
able in God's sight. Do you remember in the
Bible the account of Araunah offering to give
King David oxen and wood for hisburnt sacrifice
to God?"
"No, mamma, I don't think I ever read it."
Well, bring your Bible, and look in the last
chapter of the second book of Samuel, and read
to me the king's answer to Araunah."


So Irene read: And the king said to Araunah,
Nay; but I will surely buy it of thee at a price:
neither will I offer burnt-offerings unto the Lord
my God of that which doth cost me nothing.' "
You see, though you have not much to give in
money you can give in time, at the cost of your
play, or of something you would like to be doing
for yourself."
"But, mamma, I have my twopence a week. I
must save up one penny a week to buy presents;
but the penny I give to old Mrs. White I might
put in my missionary-box instead, mightn't I ?"
Why do you give that penny to Mrs. White ?'
"Well, you know mamma, because she is so
old, and poor, and sick, and the Lord Jesus says
we are to give to the sick and needy."
Then do you think He will be pleased if you
take it away from Mrs. White in order to fill your
missionary-box ? I should not call that any gift
at all, Irene. Anything you take away to give
you must take away from yourself, or it will not
really cost you anything."
"I see, mamma," said Irene, with a sigh. "It
is more difficult than I thought. What could I
do to earn some money, mamma ?"
I have thought of something for you, dear.
What should you say to undertaking some weeding
in the garden ? Jonas has been so busy with
other things that the paths have been neglected,
and are getting quite untidy. I will mark out a
piece of the path that would take you about an


hour to do every morning, and give you a penny
for each hour."
Irene's face did not brighten at the suggestion.
But you know, mamma, I hate weeding; and
it's so hot, and- "
You could do it the first thing after breakfast,
before it is really hot; but I do not wish you to
do it against your will. You had better think
about it, and tell me what you have decided to do
when I come to see you after you are in bed to-
night; and do not forget the two P's."
But I may ask cook, and Martha, and Jonas
to give me something for my box, mamma ?"
Yes, certainly; but don't bother them to do
it if they don't wish to."
However, each of them put in a penny very
willingly, and Martha promised a halfpenny a
week. When Jonas put in his penny he said,
"Will it go for to teach that poor crittur what
smeared himself with oil to be a Christian,
miss ?"
Yes," said Irene. I'm sure he couldn't
have been one, or he wouldn't have been so silly."
Well, miss, I never knowed nothing about
them there heathen people till yesterday, and I've
been a puzzling about it, 'cause if the Lord Jesus
died for them too, why don't He send them some-
one as will teach them like the parson here ?"
That's just what the money in my missionary-
box is for, Jonas, to pay clergymen to go and teach
them; and you'11 give me some more, Jonas, won't


you-another time, I mean ? Will you give me
a halfpenny a week, like Martha? "
Jonas thought that more than he could manage,
but agreed to a penny a month, with which Irene
was quite satisfied.
That evening she told her mother that she had
decided to undertake the weeding, and for some
days she persevered very steadily in her work.
The path began to look very respectable, and the
pennies in her missionary-box jingled together
pleasantly; and then Charlie came home, and
Irene's holiday began-the first summer holi-
days since Charlie went to school. Except for a
Bible lesson, in which Charlie joined, the whole
day was Irene's, and she and Charlie played in
the garden, and rambled about the fields at will.
Sometimes Mrs. Fane went. with them in their
country walks; but they were more often alone,
for she was not very strong, and was glad to rest
now that Irene had a companion.
The first morning after Charlie's return, Irene
altogether forgot her weeding. The next day she
went to it as usual. Charlie soon followed her,
saying, Hullo, Irene, what are you weeding for?
I want you to come and play with me."
"I can't come now," she answered, looking very
important; "I 'm weeding, to get some money for
my missionary-box."
"Bother that I he said; come along, I want
you. You can do the weeding when I'm not at


Irene stood hesitating. She loved to play with
Charlie, and she hated weeding; but then she
loved her missionary-box too, and wanted to fill it,
and she felt that she ought not to give up her
work for it, even for Charlie; but it cost her
a great deal to say, "I mustn't come till I've
finished, Charlie."
Come along, Irene, now. I 'm going to catch
butterflies, and I want you to carry the box."
Oh, do wait for me, Charlie; I '11 be ready by
ten, and I'd love to go with you. Do wait."
"No, I won't; you come with me now, and
never mind about that old missionary-box. We
are going to have a jolly morning; I've got some
lunch here, so come on."
It was too much for Irene. Down went her
spade, and she followed Charlie, and soon forgot
all about her weeding and her missionary-box in
the excitement of butterfly hunting. But when
she was on her knees that night, praying for the
help of God's Holy Spirit to teach her how to get
money for her box, she felt very uncomfortable,
for she knew she had taken no pains to do so that
The next day it was the same, and the day
after; and each day Irene's conscience pricked
her less for giving up her work. Mrs. Fane ob-
served that Irene had given up her weeding, but
she said nothing, only at the end of a week she
told Jonas to finish the path.
The next day Charlie was not very well, so Mrs.


Fane kept him indoors, and having found an inte-
resting story-book, he did not want Irene; and
she, having nothing to do, remembered her weed-
ing. But when she reached her path she found
the weeds were all gone. She ran indoors, say-
ing, Oh, mamma, Jonas has gone and weeded
my path; what am I to do ? And I want to weed
a lot this morning, to make up."
You had not touched it for some days, Irene,
and I could not allow the path to remain in that
state, so I told Jonas to finish it."
Then may I begin another, mamma ?"
"I think you had better wait until Charlie re-
turns to school; you know I never like you to
begin anything and leave it unfinished."
The tears rushed into Irene's eyes. "Oh, mam-
ma, do let me," she pleaded; "my missionary-box
will never get filled if I don't. I will persevere
this time, and I'm very sorry I stopped weeding."
Mrs. Fane, seeing her little girl's distress, and
thinking that she had learnt her lesson, gave way,
and went with her to the garden to find another
path for her to begin on; and from that day, to
Charlie's great disgust, Irene never allowed her-
self to be enticed away until her hour's work was
Now, Charlie did not approve of the missionary-
box at all, and said many things about it to Irene
which he would not have ventured on in his
mother's presence.
Some of the fellows at our school say that


missionaries are no good; most of them are no
better than other people, and some of them are
quite bad."
I don't believe it," answered Irene, and
mamma doesn't think so, I'm sure."
Ah, she doesn't know; women are always
ready to believe what the parsons tell them," said
Charlie, with a grand air, feeling himself very
manly as he repeated this sentiment. "You'd
much better give your money to the poor at home
than put it in that box, where nobody knows what
becomes of it," he added, very illogically; and
Irene, though feeling quite sure that Charlie was
wrong, hardly knew how to answer him-for such
ideas about missionary work were quite new to
her, as indeed they were to Charlie till he went to
When her mother came up for her good-night
kiss Irene told her all that Charlie had said, add-
ing, But it's not true, mamma, is it ?"
No, my darling, it certainly is not. Most
people who talk like that have no real knowledge
of missionaries or their work. Good will always
be spoken evil against. Even our Lord Jesus was
called mad, and accused of blasphemy. St. Paul,
the greatest missionary that ever lived, was spoken
of as a pestilent fellow. The missionaries of the
various societies are most carefully chosen, and
those I have known have always been holy
and devoted men. They have their faults, no
doubt, for no one but bur Master was ever


perfect.' But even if the missionaries were not all
we could wish them to be, our duty of sending the
Gospel to the heathen would remain exactly .the
same. We give our money, our help, to the cause,
because it is Christ's command that we should do
so, and we must leave the results in His hands."
"But I wish Charlie did not talk like that,
I wish he didn't, dear, and I don't think he
will long. It is just some foolish notions which
he has picked up from some of his schoolfellows,
and thinks manly. We must pray for him, Irene
dear, that the Lord Jesus may teach him, by His
Holy Spirit, to love His work, and perhaps some
day we shall see him a missionary himself."
It certainly did not appear at all likely at pre-
sent, Irene thought.
The day following this conversation it began to
rain about one o'clock, and Irene (seeing no pro-
spect of getting out of doors that afternoon)
settled down to what was to her the very fascinat-
ing occupation of making a scrap-book. She and
Charlie had been, two or three days previously, to
spend the evening with the Barkers. Irene had
found her friend Lilly very full of the delight of
making a scrap-book. Hers was for a hospital in
London, but Irene at once took up the idea of
making one to sell for her missionary-box. Her
mother had given her all the old pictures she
could find, and they had been to the nearest town
to buy a scrap-book and some coloured scraps;


Auntie Mary, who had just arrived on a visit,
kindly giving these to her little god-daughter.
Charlie had one of his interesting story-books
on hand, and was enjoying it luxuriously in an
arm-chair in the drawing-room, so Irene had the
schoolroom to herself, and set about her task with
much eagerness, and some pleasure at the thought
of having so much time to herself. For, though
she loved Charlie very much, he was very exacting,
and a great tease sometimes, especially about any-
thing connected with her dear box. She worked
for an hour almost without looking up from her
book, and then all at once a sunbeam fell right
across the page she was doing. "Oh dear!" said
Irene to herself, looking towards the window,
"the weather is going to clear up, I do believe,
and Charlie will be bothering me to go out with
him, and I can't go; I really must finish my
The sunbeam disappeared, to Irene's great joy;
but very soon there came another, and then
another, and these were followed by steady sun-
shine; and soon Irene heard Charlie's voice under
the window calling, "Irene, Irene She made no
answer, hoping he would think that she was not
For five minutes there was quiet again, and
then, exactly as she was carefully trying to place
straight on the page a large picture which she had
just pasted-a most delicate operation, as any one
who has made scrap-books well knows-in rushed


Charlie, shouting, "Come along, Irene. It has
turned out quite fine, and we'll go for a walk; come
on quick, for fear it should rain again;" and he
took hold of her arm rather roughly.
Leave me alone, Charlie, do; you'rejust spoiling
my scrap-book. I must dab down this picture at
once, and I can't come out, I'm too busy," said
Irene, peevishly.
"Come, Irene, I want you. What does that
old scrap-book matter ? And that picture you are
putting in is too ugly for any thing;" and so
saying, Charlie tried to snatch it away.
"Oh, Charlie, don't," screamed Irene; and in her
attempt to save it, the picture was torn, and the
open scrap-book all smeared with paste.
"I won't come at all," said Irene, now really
angry. You've spoilt my book, and I shan't be
able to sell it at all for my missionary-box.
You're a bad, unkind boy, and--"
"And you are a horrid selfish girl, always
thinking about yourself, and what you want to
do, and then pretending it's your missionary-box.
Nasty hateful thing it is. I wish you'd never had
it, and then my holidays would not have been
spoilt;" and with that Charlie rushed out of the
room banging the door behind him, and a minute
later the front door also, as he rushed into the
So Irene was left alone to her work, but some-
how she could not settle down to it again. At
first she was very angry with Charlie for spoiling


her book; and then, as her anger cooled down, she
began to feel very miserable,-Charlie had never
spoken so unkindly to her before; and then con-
science began to smite her.
Was she not selfish, and did she not refuse to go
with Charlie, not so much because of her missionary-
box as because she wanted to please herself by
doing her scrap-book that afternoon ? And would
the Lord Jesus be pleased with any money she got
for Him if she was selfish and not ready to give up
her own will ? She felt she was altogether wrong;
and after a good cry she went to find her mother,
and ask her what she had better do, and if she
should go after Charlie and try to find him.
Mrs. Fane had trained her children to come to
her in every trouble, and they always went, sure of
finding loving sympathy and help. So Irene went
first to the drawing-room and then to her mother's
bedroom, but she was not to be found.
Martha," she called over the stairs, do you
know where mamma is ? "
"Law, miss, you give me quite a turn. I thought
you was gone out with Master Charlie. Missus
came to ask me where you was, a little while back,
and I told her as you had gone out with him. She
is gone with your aunt to call on Mrs. Steele, and
she said if you and Master Charlie got back first
you wasn't to wait tea for her, as she might be kept."
"Do you knowwhich way Charlie went, Martha?"
No, miss, I don't;" and Martha went back to
her work, leaving Irene very undecided what to do.


She returned to her scrap-book, but it was no
good, she could not work at it now. Then she
went into the garden, but it was too wet to weed,
and she found it very dull walking about there
alone. The time passed very heavily, and she
wished that she had gone with Charlie, and wished
that he would come back, but he did not.
At last it was six o'clock, their usual tea-hour in
the holidays, and neither Charlie nor mother not
aunt had returned. Martha advised Irene to have
her tea, and she was very glad to do so, as, at all
events, it gave her something to do. Then she
went out into the garden again, and stationed her-
self at the gate to watch for Charlie. She knew
that her mother and aunt had most likely stayed
to seven o'clock tea with Mrs. Steele, and would
not be home for some time; but Charlie was not
likely to get tea anywhere else, and oh, why didn't
he come, and what could he be doing ?
Irene was very anxious and miserable, and being
all alone made it worse. Martha came out once or
twice, but was too busy to stay with her, and so
the time wore on.
It was nearly nine o'clock when Irene saw her
mother's pony-carriage coming round the corner
of the road. Perhaps Charlie was in it. Mamma
might have picked him up somewhere and taken
him with her to the Steeles'; but no, when the
carriage drew near it was only too plain that
Charlie was not there; and Mrs. Fane's first words
as she drove up to the gate and saw Irene alone,


were, Where is Charlie?" Then seeing how
distressed her little girl looked, she added, "Is
anything the matter, Irene."
"I haven't seen Charlie since before you went
out, mamma, and-and I want to tell you some-
thing." As soon as Mrs. Fane was in the house,
Irene, amidst many sobs, told her of her quarrel
with Charlie, and of the unhappy afternoon she
had spent, and her fears lest Charlie had run away
because he was angry with her.
Oh no," said Mrs. Lane, Charlie wouldnever
do anything so wrong and foolish as that. He
certainly has never been out so late as this, but he
is sure to be in soon, so dry up your tears, dar-
ling-you shall sit up till he comes."
But nine o'clock came, and no Charlie; half-
past nine, and still no Charlie: and then Mrs.
Fane began to feel some alarm, and told Jonas
to put the pony in the carriage again, and drive
to the Barkers' to see if Charlie had been there.
Jonas started directly, and after a little while
Aunt Mary proposed to take a lantern, and go and
look in the fields near, as she thought it possible
that Charlie might have fallen and hurt himself,
and so be unable to return home. Irene begged
to be allowed to go with her, but Mrs. Fane re-
mained in the house, so that Charlie should not
find them all out if he returned alone. The night
was a very dark one, and Irene, who was always
rather afraid of the dark, and whose nerves, from
all her anxiety about Charlie, were in a most


excitable condition, clung very close to her aunt,
and proved of but little use in the search. They
went through the garden, and into the field beyond,
Auntie Mary walking round by the hedge, and
searching it carefully by the light of her lantern,
but there was no Charlie, and no sign of him.
They went through four or five of the adjacent
fields in the same way, and Aunt Mary was just
thinking of giving up the search in despair when
Irene said suddenly, Oh, auntie, listen there's
a noise like somebody groaning."
Both stood still for a minute and held their
breath, and then Auntie Mary said, You must
be mistaken, Irene, I cannot hear anything."
At that moment, however, there was the sound
of a groan, which seemed to come from the next
field. "It's Charlie," said Irene, "and I'm sure
he's dying. Oh, auntie, what shall we do ? "
"We'll go to him at once," said her auntie;
but they had to turn back and recross the field
they were in, before they could reach the gate
which led to the field from which the groan
appeared to come.


nHEY found Charlie lying in a ditch, and by
lo| the dim light of the lantern could see that
he was nearly covered with water, though
his head was on the bank. He could hardly
speak, and seemed in very great pain. He pointed
to his leg, and gasped out, I think it's broken."
Aunt Mary gave Irene the lantern to hold, and
by dint of great exertion managed to lift Charlie
on to the dry ground; and then, telling Irene to
sit beside him, she went off home as fast as pos-
sible to bring assistance. She was obliged to
take the lantern to enable her to find her way, so
the children were left in the dark. Irene sat very
close to Charlie, and held his hand. She began
to tell him how sorry she was that she had refused
to go out with him; but he took no notice, only
groaned; then she kissed him, but still he took
no notice, and did not seem to know that she
was there. So Irene sat quiet, still holding his
hand, with the tears running down her cheeks,
feeling very miserable and in much fear.
There was a little delay, for Jonas had not
returned when Aunt Mary reached the house;
but he drove up almost directly, and though it


was not ten minutes before Aunt Mary reappeared
with Jonas and Martha, carrying a hurdle covered
with a rug, it seemed to Irene as if some hours
had passed. Charlie was lifted very carefully on
to the hurdle, but the movement seemed to cause
him intense pain, and his moans were very dis-
tressing. They carried him as gently as possible,
and Aunt Mary walked just in front with the
lantern, Irene clinging tightly to her hand.
When they reached the house, Charlie was
carried straight upstairs and put to bed, and
Jonas went off for the doctor. Irene pleaded to
be allowed to sit up till the doctor came; but
Mrs. Fane refused, saying that she was quite
overdone now, and must go to bed at once. Aunt
Mary went with her, and did not leave her till
she was comfortably in bed, and promised to
return and tell her what the doctor said directly
she heard his opinion.
"Oh, auntie," said Irene, "if Charlie dies I
shall never be happy again; because, you see, if
I had gone out with him this afternoon instead
of being selfish, most likely he would never have
fallen into the ditch and hurt himself so."
"Perhaps not, Irene darling; but you know
where to take your trouble. You must just ask
God to forgive you, for Jesus' sake, and to make
Charlie better, and bring good out of his acci-
And after her prayers Irene was a little com-
forted; but she could not sleep, and it seemed to


her as if hours had passed before she heard the
doctor's carriage drive up. She listened intently,
and heard his footsteps coming upstairs; heard
him go into Charlie's bedroom, and after a few
minutes heard her mother come and talk to him
outside the door, and finally heard him say,
"Good-night, Mrs. Fane. I will look in first
thing in the morning."
So Irene, who was very inexperienced in illness,
thought that Charlie must be very bad indeed, or
Dr. Goddard would not say that he would come
early. And then Aunt Mary did not come at
once, as she had promised, and Irene worked
herself into a fever of misery, imagining that the
doctor had said that Charlie was going to die,
and Aunt Mary did not like to tell her. She
fancied, too, that she heard all sorts of odd noises
in the house; and at last her door was very softly
opened, but no one came in, and Irene jumped up
in bed with a loud scream of terror.
Irene, darling, what is the matter ?" said
Aunt Mary, coming quietly up to her. I stopped
at the door to listen, thinking you might have
fallen asleep, dear."
Irene, had great difficulty in speaking, her dis-
tress was so great. "Is Charlie dying, auntie ?
is he dead? Please tell me. I and sobs
choked her utterance.
No, darling. Dr. Goddard thinks he will do
very well, so do not distress yourself. You
have been overstrained with all the anxiety


and you will be ill if you do not try to quiet
Irene made a great effort, and forced back her
"But, auntie, will his leg ever get right
His leg is not broken; but he has sprained
his ankle rather badly, and he is feverish from
the chill of the cold water. Mamma is taking
care of him, so I will sit with you till you go to
sleep. It is past one o'clock now, Irene, and you
really must try to rest. It will never do to have
you ill as well as Charlie."
SSo Irene shut her eyes, and holding Aunt
Mary's hand in hers, did her best to try and
sleep ; but she was too excited to get off quietly,
and it was half-past two before Aunt Mary was
able to leave her in an apparently sound sleep.
The next day seemed a very long one to Irene,
though she cape down an hour later than usual
to breakfast, for Mrs. Fane had told Martha not
to call her at the regular time, but to let her sleep
as long as possible. She had her breakfast alone,
for her mother had gone to lie down, and Aunt
Mary was taking her place by Charlie.
Indeed, she was alone most of the day, for
Charlie required great attention. He was very
feverish, and wandered in his head sometimes.
Irene could hear him talking to himself when she
passed his door, and it made her very unhappy,
for she heard him say something about a horrid


box, and felt sure it must mean her missionary-
The doctor came twice. There were no regular
meals, and everything seemed so strange. Irene
could have spent the whole day over her scrap-
book without being disturbed if she had wished to
do so. But she couldn't settle to it, she was so
unhappy about Charlie, and so tired and listless
after the excitement of yesterday. So she just
hung about, and longed to see Charlie, and found
the day the longest that she ever remembered.
The next morning Charlie was rather better,
and Mrs. Steele, having heard of his accident,
drove round to inquire, and insisted on taking
Irene home to spend the day with her. Mrs.
Fane was very glad for her to go, knowing that
if she remained at home she would have to be
more alone than was good for her.
Irene went very unwillingly, for she could not
bear to be so far away from Charlie. But she
had as happy a day as was possible under the
circumstances, for Mrs. Steele made her her con-
stant companion all day, and was very kind to
her. As she drove her home in the evening,
Mrs. Steele inquired how the missionary-box was
getting on.
"I don't get on very well," answered Irene.
" It's harder to get money for the box than I
thought. it was."
""Perhaps you have not remembered the two
P's ? said Mrs. Steele. Your mamma told me


what your friend at the supper-table said about
"Well," said Irene, rather doubtfully, I think
I have remembered one; I mean, I think I have
taken pains, but not always. I do forget some-
times. It is hard to remember always, isn't it,
Mrs. Steele ? "
Yes, dear, if you only depend upon yourself;
but perhaps it is because you do not remember
the other P that you don't get on, Irene."
Yes," said Irene, thoughtfully, I forget to
pray about my box sometimes, I know."
"How is it you forget, I wonder? Have you
forgotten to pray that God would make Charlie
better ? "
Oh no, Mrs. Steele, I did not forget that,
because I want it so very, very much."
And don't you want very much--I won't say
to fill your missionary-box, but to show your love
to the Lord Jesus, by helping His work? Irene,
dear, it is one of the things which I have proved in
my life, that we can never succeed steadily in any
work for Christ unless we pray regularly about it.
Have you ever noticed how much we are told in
the Bible about the Lord Jesus praying ? And if
He needed this help in His work, surely we need
it very much more. Don't forget the other P,
dear, and I am sure you will be successful with
your missionary-box."
By this time they had reached home, and Aunt
Mary came down to speak to Mrs. Steele, who,


before she said good-bye, asked Irene to bring her
box to her, and she would put a trifle in it.
Irene ran into the drawing-room for it, but it was
not in its usual place. She looked all about the
room, but could not see it.
Come, Irene," she heard Mrs. Steele calling
from the door, I can't wait any longer."
I can't find my box," said Irene, almost in
tears, as she went to say good-bye to Mrs. Steele.
"Martha has mislaid it when dusting," sug-
gested Auntie Mary. "I will come and help you
look for it."
"I will give you this to put in it when you find
it," said Mrs. Steele, holding out a shilling; "and
don't forget it must be both P's. Good-night,
dear, I shall come and carry you off for another
day soon."
Now, Irene," said Auntie Mary, when Mrs.
Steele had driven away, when you have taken
off your things you shall come and see Charlie.
You cannot talk to him, for he is asleep, but you
can just look at him."
So Irene was allowed to go into the sick-room
for a few minutes. She thought Charlie looked
very ill and altered, and he tossed about uneasily
in his sleep and moaned. She kissed him and
came away, her eyes full of tears, and till she fell
asleep that night she could think of nothing but
Charlie, even in her prayers.
But the next morning her missionary-box came
back to her mind, for the first thing her eyes fell


upon was the shilling which Mrs. Steele had given
her for it. She hurried in her dressing that she
might be able to look for it before breakfast. She
had half-an-hour to spare, and in that time
searched all over the house. It was nowhere to
be seen, and Irene's distress became great.
Martha, when questioned, could not remember
when she had last seen it. She thought it was
when she dusted it yesterday, but she was not
sure; and then she said she could not remember
having seen it since the day Master Charlie hurt
But where can it have gone, Martha? said
Irene. It can't have lost itself."
No, miss, and I'm sure I haven't touched it,
nor cook; and now I come to think of it, there
were some nasty-looking tramps round that same
afternoon, but I don't see how they could have
got into the drawing-room all unbeknown to take
it," said Martha, reflectively.
I '11 go and ask Jonas if he has seen it," said
"I see your missionary-box, Miss Irene ? It
ain't likely as I should, out here in the garden,"
said Jonas; but he looked uncomfortable. This,
however, Irene did not notice, and he went on:
"And how is Master Charlie this here morning?
It do seem dull-like with him shut up indoors."
Oh yes, Jonas, it does seem dreadfully dull,"
sighed poor Irene ; but Charlie's better to day."
When is he likely to be about again, miss ? "


I don't know, Jonas. The doctor has not said
yet. I've only seen him once, when he was asleep."
I wish I could see--" said Jonas, and then
he stopped short, adding rather lamely: "I
wishes as Master Charlie was about again."
Irene was not surprised, for she knew that
Charlie was a great favourite with Jonas, who
never professed to care for "women-folk," and
sometimes was very cross to her.
Charlie being better, Mrs. Fane came down to
breakfast that morning, to Irene's great delight,
and she was able to pour out all her trouble about
her lost box, at which Mrs. Fane looked very grave,
but only said, "Are you sure that you have
looked everywhere, Irene ? "
Oh yes, mamma, and so has Martha, except
in Charlie's room ; and it's not at all likely to be
there, because Charlie says he hates it."
Mrs. Fane did not feel so sure. Charlie, when
'wandering, had talked a good deal about a box,
and it seemed as if he was unhappy about it.
Mrs. Fane went upstairs as soon as breakfast
was over, to satisfy Irene by looking for the box in
Charlie's room. Charlie was more himself this
"What are you looking for, mamma? he said,
Irene's missionary-box; she has lost it, and is
in great trouble about if. I thought she might
have put it down here in a hurry and forgotten it."
Charlie looked out of the window, and said


"Do you know anything about it, Charlie?"
said Mrs. Fane presently; but Charlie pretended
that he had fallen asleep. Mrs. Fane took no
more notice. She was quite convinced now that
Charlie did know something about the box; but
he was not well enough to be worried with
questions; and besides, Mrs. Lane preferred to say
nothing, hoping that Charlie would tell her of his
own accord-in time.
Charlie kept his eyes shut till the doctor came,
and when his foot had been attended to, and Dr.
Goddard had said, Well, my boy, you are much
better to-day," he answered,
Yes; when shall I be able to go into the
garden ?"
Can't say yet," was the reply.
"In a week ? suggested Charlie.
"We shall see," was the doctor's laconic
answer. "The quieter you are the better you will
get on."
When he had gone, Charlie lay for a little while
looking very thoughtful, and then he said: May
Irene come and sit with me presently, mamma,
while you go and get a rest ? So Irene was sent
up, and felt very pleased and important at acting
as nurse for a little while.
"You must be sure not to excite Charlie, Irene
You may mention that you cannot find your
missionary-box, but don't ask Charlie if he knows
where it is. His head is not strong enough to
bear questions yet."


"Very well," said Irene; but she was disap-
pointed, for she was particularly anxious to ask
Charlie if he knew anything of her box.
She went into his room very quietly. Charlie
did not look very pleased to see her, she thought,
but he allowed her to kiss him, and then she sat
quietly down by his bedside. Now Irene had been
crying a good deal over the loss of her box, and
there were traces of this on her face, which
Charlie could not help seeing. However, he took
no notice, but began talking to her about his pet
rabbits, and asking if she had fed them and
watered his garden.
Irene told him all the news, adding that of her
own loss, and as she did this the tears rushed into
her eyes.
I wouldn't be such a duffer as to cry about
that silly old missionary-box," said Charlie.
"You'll be much jollier without it, and when I
get out again we '11 have all sorts of fun."
"When do you think you'll get out again,
"I don't know. That idiot of a doctor won't
say, and it's jolly dull lying up here, I can tell
you, though the mater and auntie are no end
good to me. I -wish I had never gone near that
beastly old ditch."
Why did you go there, Charlie; and where had
you been all the afternoon ? "
"I shan't tell you," said Charlie, crossly.
"You wouldn't come with me."


"I am very sorry," said Irene, humbly. "I've
been dreadfully sorry about it ever since. I was
cross, I know, and there's been nothing but mis-
fortunes since then. You've sprained your foot, and
I've lost my missionary-box. I wish I could find
it, Charlie." This was not asking a question, and
could not excite him, Irene thought. But Charlie
turned very red and said: You can go down
now, Irene, I'm tired."
Irene got up to go, but before she reached the
door Charlie called out more amiably, "I want
to speak to Jonas. Do you think mater would let
him come up ? "
I don't know," said Irene ; I '11 ask her."
"What can he want Jonas for?" said Mrs.
Fane. "No, I cannot allow him to go up. What
did Charlie say about your lost box, Irene ? "
"I don't think he seemed very sorry; but he
never could bear it, you know. What shall I do
if I never find it, mamma? "
"I think it will turn up, dear," said Mrs. Fane,
From Charlie's wish to see Jonas she imagined
that Jonas also knew something of the fate of the
box, and she debated with herself whether she
should question him. But Jonas, she feared, was
not strictly truthful, and she dreaded the idea of
asking any question which might tempt him to
falsehood. She decided to say nothing on the
subject to him or Charlie, at all events at present.
Irene got through this day much better. Mamma


was hopeful about the box, so she was also, and
by Auntie Mary's advice she settled down resolutely
to her scrap-book, and when she once became
interested in her work the time passed very
quickly. Charlie, however, was not so well. He
was feverish and restless, and Mrs. Fane felt sure
that if he would only unburden his mind to her
about the box he would get on much faster.
As they were at breakfast the next morning,
all three together-for Charlie was asleep-Martha
came into the room, saying to Mrs. Fane, "Please,
ma'am, Mrs. Jones wants to see you."
Tell her we are at breakfast, and ask her if
she will send in a message."
Please, ma'am, she says she wants to see you
particular, and she wouldn't have come so early
only she's going for a day's work to the Squire's."
Now, Mrs. Jones was the charwoman of the
village, and occasionally came to help Mrs. Fane's
servants. Moreover, she was Jonas's mother.
"Ask her into the study, then, Martha, and I
will come to her." And without waiting to finish.
her breakfast, Mrs. Fane went at once into the
"Well, Mrs. Jones, and what can I do for
you ? "
If you please, ma'am," said Mrs. Jones,
curtseying and hesitating, I thought as perhaps
-I mean, is this here Miss Irene's missionary-
box ? And she pulled from under her shawl a
box, which, swollen with wet, and disfigured with


mud as it was, Mrs. Lane at once recognized to
be Irene's.
"Yes, Mrs. Jones, that is my little girl's box,
and great distress she has been in at losing it, as,
no doubt, you have heard. Where did you find
If you please, ma'am, you won't put no blame
on my Jonas if I tell, for it weren't his doing, only
he knowed about it. He's been very down in the
mouth since Master Charlie hurt hisself, and
seemed fretty like, and didn't care for his victuals.
'Don't you fret about Master Charlie,' says I;
'he '11 come all right in time.'
'How soon do you think as he '11 be about again,
mother ?' says he. That's more than I can tell,'
says I; 'sometimes sprains is a long job, and
sometimes they isn't.' Well, I wish he were
about again; Miss Irene, she looks quite poorly,
she do,' says he. Well, and it's natural she should
fret about her brother, ain't it ?' 'It ain't only
that, mother,' says he; 'she's been and lost
that there missionary-box as she sets such store
by, and she's fretting after it.' However could
she ha' lost it,' says I. Jonas he got red, but all he
says was, 'I wish as Master Charlie was about
again.' I don't see how as it would help about
the box if he were,' says I.
"' It just would, then,' says he. Mother, I can't
keep it to myself no longer. Master Charlie he
knows where that box is.' Do you, Jonas ?' says
I, looking at him severe-like; 'cause if you do it's


a burning shame of you not to tell.' 'Well, mother,'
says he, I don't know 'zactly, but you won't tell
on Master Charlie, will you ?' I shakes my head,
and he went on: 'That there afternoon when
Master Charlie hurt hisself I was a digging in the
garden; when he runs by very quiet, and didn't say
nothing to me, but I saw as he had Miss Irene's
box under his arm, and I wondered whatever he
were a-doing with it. Back he comes in about ten
minutes and-' Jonas,' says he, don't you tell
nobody as you saw me with Miss Irene's box.
I've just hidden it for a lark.' All right, Master
Charlie,' says I, I won't blab.' And then he
went off again, and I never see him no more,
till I see him a-lying by the ditch, and Miss Irene
a sitting by his side. I don't know where Master
Charlie put that box, but he haven't told Miss
Irene nothing about it, and I think as he should.
It ain't no use my speaking unless I could see him,
for I don't know where the box is, and I don't
want to tell on him neither.'
Well, Jonas,' says I, what you've got to do
is to find that there box. 'Aven't you no idea what
Master Charlie done with it ?' 'He hadn't been
agone ten minutes when he came back without
the box, so it can't be that far off. I thought
maybe he was a-going to get it when he fell and
hurt hisself.' Haven't you looked nowhere for
the box ?' says I. 'Yes, I've looked 'most
everywhere in the garden,' says he. Have you
looked in that there ditch?' says I. 'No,



couldn't never be there,' says he. But it were,
"He started off then and there for the ditch,
and Jonas he pointed out the place where Master
Charlie were found, and when he put his hand
in the ditch, the very first thing as it came upon
were the box, though the water weren't over
it then. So I've brought it up at once, ma'am,
knowing as how Miss Irene would be glad to have
it; and you won't be hard upon Master Charlie,
ma'am, nor say as Jonas told on him ?"
"No, Mrs. Jones, I will say nothing to Master
Charlie, but that the box is found, until he speaks
of it himself. Jonas was quite right to tell, and I
am much obliged to you for what you said to him,
and for bringing the box." And saying good-
morning to Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Fane returned to the

R ENE'S delight when she saw her box again
was very great. She, of course, wanted to
know where Mrs. Jones had found it, and
when Mrs. Fane told her "in a ditch," she felt
quite sure that it must have been taken by the
tramps and dropped there by accident, and so
asked no-more questions, but devoted herself to
cleaning the box, which certainly stood in need
of some attention. The money was still in it-at
least, when shaken it sounded as if it contained as
much as before. Irene was afraid that it would
be very dirty, and wanted to take it out and
rub it up, but Mrs. Fane said the box must
not be opened till the next meeting at Mrs.
As soon as the doctor's visit had been paid
that morning, Mrs. Fane sent Irene up to sit
with Charlie, and she, being full of the subject,
entered his room saying, Oh, Charlie, I've got
my missionary-box back, and I'm so glad; and
do you know, I think the tramps must have taken
it, because it was found in a ditch, and it couldn't


have got there any other way, and it was dread-
fully dirty, but I've cleaned it up. I am so glad
to get it back again, for I was so unhappy
about it."
Charlie listened to Irene with very conflicting
feelings. He was glad that she had got her box
back. He had never meant to take it away alto-
gether, but only to hide it for a time, and his
anxiety to see Jonas was that he might get him
to fetch it back. But he did not want to tell that
he had taken it, for now he felt vory ashamed
that he had ever done so; and as Irene had her
box back, and asked no questions, surely he need
not confess.
Still he felt very mean as he heard Irene blam-
ing others for what he had done, and never
seeming to think for a moment that it could be
possible that he could have taken her box. He
had thought it would be all right if he could only
get the box back into the house. But he did not
feel right at all, and he knew in the bottom of
his heart that he ought to confess, and tell
Irene how sorry he was. But then he could not
bear that his mother should know that he had
done such a thing. What would she think of
He was lying on the sofa by the window, and
he lay quite still, with his eyes shut. As he
made no answer to Irene, she thought he was
tired and wanted to sleep. But, quiet as he ap-
peared, a severe struggle was going on within


him. Irene sat by his side and did not speak.
The room was perfectly quiet, except for the
ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece and the
sound of the bees humming outside, till the
silence was broken by Jonas singing, as he worked
on the flower-bed under the window. His voice
was not musical, but the words could be heard
very distinctly as he sang-

"Dare to be a Daniel,
Dare to stand alone;
Dare to have a purpose true,
Dare to make it known."

And two or three times he sang over again-

"Dare to make it known."

The words startled Charlie. Was he, then, a
coward, and afraid to tell-afraid to tell the truth,
and to a girl too ? The struggle was over now.
No, he was not a coward; there was nothing he
despised so much as a coward. Nothing should
make him one. He opened his eyes, and said
bravely, Irene, I took your box away, and I'm
very sorry for it."
Irene looked at him with wide-open eyes.' She
could hardly believe her ears. Charlie had taken
her box, and had never told her all that time,
when she was in such trouble about it, and he
knew where it was. Oh, Charlie I" was all she
could say.


"I never meant not to bring it back; I was
just going to hide it, to pay you out for not
coming with me that afternoon, so I took it and
hid it in the hedge by the ditch, you know, and
then I went for a long walk. I knew the mater
and Aunt Mary were out, so I wouldn't come back
to tea with you, but I bought some grub in a
shop; and when I came back I saw you standing
by the gate, so I went round the back way. I
heard Martha and cook say how unhappy you
were because you thought I was lost, and that
you'd been crying your eyes out. I thought per-
haps that was because of the box, that you had
found it was gone; so I felt it was a shame to
plague you, and I went back to the hedge to get
it. I had it under my arm, and meant to jump
across the ditch, when I slipped, and the box
fell in the water; and I hurt myself and fainted
away. And I never thought about the box again
till the next morning, and then I thought I
wouldn't say anything about it till I could get it
back; and for two or three days no one spoke to
me about it, and I thought, after all, you didn't
know it had gone. And when you told me it was
lost, and I saw how sorry you were, I 'd have given
anything not to have taken it. Still I didn't want
to tell; and I thought if I could only speak to
Jonas I'd make him go and fetch it, and then
I shouldn't mind so much. But I know
now that it was very cowardly of me, Irene,
and I'm very sorry, and I hope you'll forgive


Oh, Charlie, I never thought it was you; but
I don't mind a bit-now you've told, I mean-and
I hope you '11 soon get better, and I '11 never say
I won't go out with you again." -
And then they discussed as to how Mrs. Jones
found it in the ditch, for, as Charlie said, Jonas
saw me with it in the garden, but he couldn't
tell where I put it."
Soon after, Mrs. Fane came into the room, and
Irene began eagerly, Oh, mamma -" and
then checked herself; she did not want to tell
of Charlie.
Mater," he said, quietly, it was I who took
Irene's box. I'm very sorry I did it. I've been
a great coward not to tell sooner." He said this
with far more effort than when he had confessed
to Irene.
Mrs. Fane's pleasure at her boy's confession
was great, but she only said gently, "I felt sure
that you had, Charlie."
Why, mater and you never said anything."
No, Charlie, because I hoped and believed
that my boy would have the courage to confess.
I am so thankful that he has done so." And
stooping down to kiss him she whispered, Have
you asked for forgiveness, Charlie dear ?"
No, mater," he answered in the same tone,
"but I will."
After this Charlie recovered steadily. The
sprain was not a bad one, and when he got over
the tendency to fever, caused by lying in the ditch


and aggravated by his worry about the box, he
was soon in a fair way to be well. Not a word of
reproach was said to him, but he could not
help knowing that his accident was the result
of his own fault, and he bore his confinement
of a fortnight to the sofa without any com-
On the 15th of September he had to return to
school. By the 1st he was fairly able to be about
again, and on the morning of that day Mrs.
Fane received a letter which gave great delight
to Charlie and Irene.
It was from Mrs. Steele, saying that her hus-
band had been taken ill, and Dr. Goddard said
that he. would not be able to leave home for a
fortnight, which was very unfortunate, as they
had engaged lodgings at Felixhaven from the
3rd for a month. She hoped that Mr. Steele
would be well enough to go for the second
fortnight; but she knew there was no hope
of his being able to leave home before that,
and she would be very pleased to lend Mrs.
Fane her rooms at Felixhaven for the first
fortnight if she liked to go. She thought it
would do them all good to get a change to the
sea after Charlie's illness, and Felixhaven was
noted for its good air and fine weather in
Mrs. Fane was very thankful to accept the
kind offer. She could not afford to go to the
seaside every year. For the last two years


circumstances had prevented her from going,
and this year, considering the expenses of
Charlie's school and illness, she felt she could
not afford it, though she had much wished to
be able to do so. Now the lodgings would be
rent-free, and Auntie Mary offered to pay half
the travelling expenses.
So it was soon all settled, and Charlie and
Irene began their packing at once, and were in a
continual state of excitement and fidget till they
were in the train and really on their way to Felix-
haven. The only drawback to their pleasure was
that Aunt Mary could not accompany them. She
had a sick friend who needed her, and she went
to join her the day before they left for Felix-
The Fanes had never seen Felixhaven. Mrs.
Steele had told them that it was a very quiet little
place-" there was nothing there but the sea and
donkeys." However, the beach was everything to
Charlie and Irene; and to Mrs. Fane the sea was
an old and much-loved friend.
At the first glimpse of the sea from the train,
and the first breath of salt air, Charlie declared
he felt quite strong. The train drew up at a
little station, which was soon crowded by the pas-
sengers it had brought, and the Fanes did not
find it easy to secure a carriage. The drive from
the station to the sea, with its bare stretch of
sandy grass on either side, the greatest admirers
of Felixhaven must admit, is not pretty. But the


few houses on the beach are cosily situated with
the cliff behind, and nothing but a road between
them and the beach. You can almost touch the
sea as you drive along, and very lovely and blue
it looked in the calm light of that September
afternoon. The Fanes had to drive nearly the
length of the place-no great distance-before
they reached their lodgings. Marina Villa was a
red brick house, semi-detached, with a green
verandah, into which the sitting-room opened, to
the children's great delight. The rooms were
very clean and comfortable, and tea was on the
table. The landlady, at the moment of their
arrival, was standing at the door buying some
shrimps, for, as she said to Mrs. Fane, she
never knowed a child that wasn't fond of
shrimps, and there weren't no better shrimps-
than the Felixhaven shrimps to be found no-
But Charlie and Irene were too impatient to be
on the beach to spend much time even in dis-
cussing shrimps, and in a few minutes they were
out on the way to a little cabin shop close to the
beach they had noticed as they passed in the
carriage, to buy spades and pails. Mrs. Fane
remained indoors to unpack and settle in; but
later, when it had grown dark, she put on a hat
and shawl and stepped down to the beach. The
sea was breaking on the shore in tiny ripples, and
to her left was shining under a broad band of
lovely moonlight. She stood at the edge of the


beach watching it, and thinking sad thoughts of
the time when she and her husband used to watch
the moonlit sea together. But she was not long
alone. Charlie and Irene soon caught sight of
her, and came running up, full of excitement
and pleasure.
Oh, mamma," said Irene, who do you think
is here? My old gentleman who was at the
missionary meeting; and he came up and spoke
to us, and said he was glad to see me, and asked
how my missionary-box was getting on, and
whether I had remembered the two P's; and he
said he should do himself the honour of calling
on you. I'm so glad he's here."
Yes," chimed in Charlie, who, though he had
not relished the inquiries after the missionary-
box, could not help liking the old gentleman, he
was so bright and amusing. "Yes, he's a jolly
old chap. He asked me if I was fond of boating,
and said his son often went out in a boat; and I
think he '11 ask him to take me."
Yes, mamma, and he says real cornelians are
to be found here; and. he '11 give me threepence
for my box for every one I find. Oh! I hope I
shall find a lot! Charlie says he '11 help me,"
added Irene.
Certainly one could not be long in Felixhaven
without coming across any acquaintances who
might happen to be staying there. And it seemed
as if the Fanes were destined to meet friends,
for Charlie, who had been out alone before break-


fast the next morning, came rushing in, saying,
"Felixhaven seems full of people we know. I
have just met one of our masters, Mr. Stoddart.
Not the one who's our master always, but his
brother, who came to take his place when he was
ill the term before last. Do you remember,
mater? I told you about him. He's the jolliest,
best fellow I ever knew, and all our fellows like
him. He's just first-rate. He was in the Cam-
bridge eleven. He's a good oar, and a splendid
lawn-tennis player, and can walk and run with
anybody. He took no end of a swell degree at
Cambridge, and they say he will be fellow of
his college;" and Charlie stopped (quite out of
breath) with this list of perfections.
"Come to your breakfast, Charlie. What is
Mr. Stoddart's profession? said Mrs. Fane.
He was staying up at Cambridge reading till
he came to take his brother's work. I wish he
could be our master always instead of his duffer
of a brother; but of course a swell like that
wouldn't be a master at our school. You must
see him, mater. I should like you to know him.
He's the real good sort, and none of your
canters! He often goes out in a boat, he says,
and he'll take me with him. .That's two
offers of boating, and we haven't been here a
day. Hurrah! "
But Irene did not feel quite so happy. She
did not like boating herself, and she began to fear
thLt she would not have much of Charlie's com-


pany. Still she resolved not to be selfish, and
at least they were all going to spend this morning
together on the beach. Directly after breakfast
they went out, and later Mrs. Fane joined them
with her book and work, and a very happy party
they were. Irene kept looking out for her "old
gentleman," and Charlie for Mr. Stoddart, whom
he was most anxious for his mother and sister to
see; but though it seemed as if all the houses
both under the cliff and upon it must have turned
out their occupants on to the beach, neither of
the gentlemen was to be seen.
It was getting towards the -close of the morn-
ing, when Charlie's attention was attracted to
a boat which was making its way to land. As
it drew nearer they could distinguish the figures
in it.
"Why, there's my old gentlemanI" and,
" That's Mr. Stoddart!" burst from Irene and
Charlie at the same moment.
How odd that they should know one another,"
continued Charlie. "Now you can see 1Mr. Stod-
dart, mater; isn't he a good-looking fellow? "
Mr. Stoddart ran the boat ashore exactly oppo-
site to where the Fanes were sitting; and the
owner coming up to take charge of it, Mr. Stoddart
gave his arm to the "old gentleman," and -the
two walked straight up to Mrs. Fane. How do
you do ? said the old gentleman, taking off his
hat. Glad to meet again-glad to meet again.
Saw my little friend here last night. Allow me


to introduce my son. He knows your boy."
A general hand-shaking followed. Charlie was
much surprised to discover that Irene's old
gentleman" was his Mr. Stoddart's father, and
Irene was very pleased to find that Charlie's hero
belonged to her old gentleman, whose name she
learnt for the first time.
Old Mr. Stoddart begged Mrs. Fane to come
and see his daughter, who, he said, was an invalid,
and would not be able to call on her. There
she is," he said, pointing to a house, in the
balcony of which she was lying on a sofa. I
bring her here because the houses are so near the
sea. But she can't come out till the afternoon.
Her brother and I bring her down, and she lies
on the beach for hours. She's a great sufferer,
but so patient-so patient. She will be very
pleased to see you and your little girl. She has
heard about her-heard about her."
Mrs. Fane promised that she would call on Miss
Stoddart that afternoon, and bring Irene with her.
She did so, and was much pleased with her visit.
After this the two families met every day on the
beach, and often in one another's lodgings. Mrs.
Fane. generally sat by Miss Stoddart when the
rest of the party were out walking, and she or
Irene was always with her when the gentlemen
were boating. Miss Stoddart was quite young,
but a confirmed invalid, with no hope of recovery.
She was always patient, and generally cheerful.
She was very skilful with her hands, and being


unable to use her head much, devoted most of her
time in making things, which she sold for the
benefit of the missionary society in which she
was much interested.
She took a great fancy to Irene, and much
pleasure in teaching her how to make different
articles most likely to sell. Irene proved -an apt
pupil, and became as devoted to Miss Stoddart as
Charlie was to her brother. The Stoddarts had
stayed in Felixhaven before, and were very fond of
the place, and the Fanes soon grew attached to
it, and their happy fortnight there passed only too
They spent most of their time on the beach, for
the country round was not tempting for walks,
and they had no wish to leave the sea. But
Irene often went with her mother up the steep
little hill which led to the shops. She and
Charlie were very fond of bargaining with Winks,
the fisherman, for shrimps and other fish. Irene
was very proud when her mother would trust her
to buy what was wanted from the old woman who
brought round poultry, eggs, fruit, and vegetables
for sale in a donkey-cart, and she did not mind at
all when Charlie laughed at her, and called her
" a fussy little housekeeper."
Charlie's. great delight was to be with Mr.
Stoddart, and Mrs. Fane had to warn him that
perhaps he might be in his way sometimes. But
Miss Stoddart assured her that her brother
enjoyed having Charlie with him, and Mrs. Fane


was only too glad that Charlie should be so much
with one of such a Christian character, as she
knew Mr. Stoddart, from the testimony of his
father and sister, to be; and Irene always had
Miss Stoddart, and the work in which she was so
much interested, to fall back upon in Charlie's


ENBE had brought her missionary-box with
her to Felixhaven, and her old gentleman,"
as she still called him, seeing it on the table
in Marina Villa, asked her to hand it to him that
he might feel how heavy it was. His quick eyes
soon discovered that it had suffered rough treat-
ment, and he drew from Irene the story of the
adventure; she told it reluctantly but very faith-
fully, not concealing her own conduct to Charlie.
" Ah," he said, it 's easier to work, it's easier to
give away, it's easier to do anything than to give
up. I know that well-know that well," and he
looked so sad as he said it that Irene felt quite
sorry for him, and was sure he must have had
something very big to give up.
"My dear," he continued, "you love Christ
well enough to work for Him, well enough to deny
yourself for His sake; may you love Him well
enough to be able to give up whatever He may ask
of you-whatever He may ask. You do not truly
love Him unless you can, but love your own will
better than His-better than His."
He said this very solemnly, and as he drew
Irene to him and kissed her, she was sure she felt


tears on his face; and though she could not quite
understand what he meant, she knew he was sad,
and kissed him back again, wishing that she could
comfort him. She resolved to ask her mother
what he meant, but did not find an opportunity
that day. When she went to bed, she thought a
great deal about her conversation with her old
friend. It had ended by his reminding her not to
forget the two P's, and she thought that she had
rather forgotten them-at least one of them.
It was true that she had never forgotten any
day since she came to Felixhaven to pray about
her box. But what about the other P ? She had
not taken much pains, she knew. Certainly she
had tried to find cornelians, but not with much
success, for the real ones were rare. And then
Charlie had soon become tired of helping her, and
she had been so busy with learning different sorts
of work even on the beach, that the cornelians
had rather passed out of her mind.
But the work she was learning was all for the
sake of her box, so surely she was taking pains in
doing that; only she liked it so much, could it be
that, like the scrap-book, she was doing it to
please herself? She could not decide this, and
felt she must carry it, as she did all her troubles,
to mamma."
And then she thought of what the old gentle-
man had said about denying herself. She did
deny herself when she did that weeding at home
to get some money for her box, for she hated


weeding; but she could not say that she had
denied herself in any way since she came to
Felixhaven. What could she do to deny herself
now and get some money for her box? Was
there anything that she ate which she could give
up-ask her mother to give her the money for
instead ?
Yes, all at once an idea flashed into Irene's
mind, but it did not give her any pleasure.
Shrimps! Mrs. Fane had bought some for her
and Charlie for tea every evening that they were
to be had since they came, and Irene felt very
sure that her mother would buy half the quantity
for Charlie, and give her the money which her
half would cost, for her missionary-box.
Now, Irene was exceedingly fond of shrimps,
and of course could not get them at home. It
would be a great trial to her to give them up,
and besides it wouldn't be of much use if she did.
Shrimps were only threepence a pint, her share
would only be a penny halfpenny, and if they were
to be had every day till they left Felixhaven her
share would only amount to ninepence. It would
never be worth while to give them up for that;
and Charlie would laugh at her so. She wished
the idea of giving up shrimps had never come
into her head, for she could not get it out again.
Yet she did want to deny herself for her box,
only not in that way. And she tossed about in
her bed and tried to get to sleep, that she might
not think about it any more, But it would not do;


she remembered how she had prayed before getting
into bed, that she might take pains in getting
money for her box, and now she had thought of a
way and would not take it. All at once the lines
came into her mind-
"I gave Myself for thee:
What hast thou given for Me?"
And Irene felt very ashamed. Jesus Christ had
given Himself for her, and she could not even give
up her shrimps for His work. And then and there
she made up her mind that she would deny herself
for His sake, and give up the shrimps. And the
struggle over, she was peacefully asleep long before
her mother came up to bed.
The next morning she told her mother her wish
about the shrimps, and received her glad consent
to the plan. And as to her difficulty as to whether
she was learning work from Miss Stoddart for the
sake of her box or to please herself, Mrs. Fane
explained that the more pleasure we take in our
Master's work the more glad He is, for He wishes
His servants to be happy; and we can always test
ourselves as to whether we are doing the work to
please Him or ourselves by finding whether we
are ready to give it up at His bidding, to fulfil
other duties which He has given us. "As, for
instance, with your scrap-book, Irene," said Mrs.
Fane. "You were quite right to be working at
it; but you know that it was not for the sake of the
work, because that you could have done another
time, but because it pleased you to do it then,


that you would not go with Charlie. You see it
was different to your weeding, for I would only
allow you to do that in the morning."
"Yes, mamma, I think I quite understand now,"
answered Irene. Then she told her mother of
her conversation with the old gentleman, how
sad he had looked when he spoke about giving up.
" Why was he so sad, do you think, mamma ? "
she said. Mrs. Fane answered that she did not
know at all. But she was to be enlightened
before the day was over.

T was Sunday, and as there was no church in
Felixhaven, they were all obliged to go to the
nearest country church, which was more than
a mile distant. Mrs. Fane was not a good walker,
so in the morning they drove, but in the evening
they walked, and on coming out of church were
joined by the Stoddarts. Young Mr. Stoddart
walked on with the two children, and Mrs. Fane
and his father followed more leisurely together.
Encouraged, perhaps, by the darkness, Mr.
Stoddart began to talk very confidentially to Mrs.
Fane about his family, which consisted of three
sons and one daughter. His wife had died when
they were quite young children. His daughter, in
spite of her ill-health, was the comfort of his life.
His eldest son was in the Royal Navy, doing
fairly well, but never likely to set the Thames on
fire. His next son had just managed to scrape
through at Oxford, and was now a master at
Charlie's school. He was a steady, plodding
fellow, but had very little brainpiece," his father
said, and was not at all popular at school, as he
cared for no games or sports; still, he had never
given his father any trouble, except about his
health, which was not robust. But Frank, his


third son, now with him at Felixhaven, was the
joy and pride of his heart, and Charlie's account
of his perfections was not much beyond the mark.
There was no fear but that he would bring
credit to whatever profession he adopted; and I
placed all my hopes on him-all on him," said the
old gentleman, adding, with a shaking voice, and
I have had to give them up-give him up, too.
He is going to be a missionary."
Indeed," said Mrs. Fane, with much sympathy
in her voice. "It must be a great give-up to you;
but to my mind you could not give him to a nobler
Yes, I see that now-see that now," he said;
"but I didn't at first. When Frank came home
from Cambridge and told me the great desire of
his heart was to be a missionary, and he hoped I
should consent to it, I said, No, Frank, I cannot
give you up; and besides, a man like you, with
your talents and prospects, who can do so well
in England, it would be absurd. You are not
the sort for a missionary-not the sort at all.
There's plenty of room to serve Christ and do
His work here. You must do something, better
than being a missionary-something better than
It's the brightest career in the world, to my
mind, father-the post of honour in my Master's
service. But I will never go against your will. If
God has accepted me for this work He will make
you willing to give me to it in His own good time.'


"But I couldn't give him up then. If it had
been either of my other boys I shouldn't have felt
it half so much; but it went to my heart to think
of letting Frank go. I wanted him to do me
honour. I couldn't give up my will-couldn't
give it up."
But you have given him up ?" said Mrs. Fane,
Yes," he said, at last; but it ought to have
been at first-it ought to have been at first."
Just then they were joined by Frank Stoddart
and the children, who had turned back to meet
them. Old Mr. Stoddart was seized by Irene,
and went off with her and Charlie, while Frank
Stoddart walked with their mother.
Your father has just been telling me that you
are going to be a missionary, and how difficult he
found it to give you up," said Mrs. Fane.
"My dear father I can't tell you what it was
to me to have to grieve him by proposing it-such
a father as he has been. But I was sure that he
would see the matter in its true light in time;
and when he did yield it was so thoroughly and
cheerfully. This was the note he sent me," and
Frank handed a note to Mrs. Fane, which she
managed to read by the moonlight, which ran-

My DEAR BOY,-I find that hitherto I have
only been giving to the missionary cause that which
' cost me nothing.' I give you now to the work
on which your heart is set, fully and cheerfully.


May God forgive me for not doing so sooner, and
may He keep you, wherever your lot may be
cast, in His safe and holy keeping.
Your loving FATHER."

"It is a beautiful letter," said Mrs. Lane.
"You must feel thankful indeed."
I trust I am, and my father insists on con-
tinuing the allowance he has hitherto given me,
so I shall need little from the society."
And your sister; what does she say ? "
"I find that it has been the wish of her heart
for years that I should become a missionary, but
she never spoke of it, for she did not wish to in-
fluence me. So, you see, my way has been made
very plain. I knew it would be if I tarried the
Lord's leisure.' And Frank Stoddart looked so
bright and happy as he spoke that Mrs. Fane
could have no doubt that he was more than
satisfied with the prospect life held out to him.
Would you mind telling me what first turned
your thoughts to missionary work ? she asked.
I will tell you gladly. I had always thought
that I could serve my Master well as a layman,
and had not even intended taking holy orders.
You know there is a strong missionary element
among the undergraduates in Cambridge. Many
of my friends are very keen in the cause. I was
not, I am ashamed to say. It was work among
the poor at home that I went in for ; and it seemed
to me that they needed it as much as the heathen,


and, indeed, many are little better than heathen
themselves. But I must not make a long story.
A friend persuaded me to go with him to a
missionary meeting, and a clergyman there, who
had been a missionary, told us what had induced
him to become one, and it was just this. He was
present at a meeting, at which the speaker said :
Now, what I want you to ask yourselves, young
men, is this: Not what reasons there are why
you should be a missionary, but, is there any
reason why you should not, you who love Christ,
and whose first wish is to serve Him? And if
your heart answers There is no reason," then, in
God's name, give yourselves to the work.' Before
I left that room God's Holy Spirit had taught me
to say in my heart, in all humility, I hope and
trust, 'Here am I, send me;' and I have never
wavered since, or doubted but that in God's good
time I should go."
Thank you, that is very interesting. Is it
settled yet where you are to go ? "
"Yes. I sail for India in October. My wish
was for Africa, but the committee thought me
more fitted for this post in India. My father likes
it better, and I am content."
Charlie," said Mrs. Fane, gently, to her boy,
as they were sitting in the balcony after supper,
watching the silvery moonlight on the sea, do
you know that your Mr. Stoddart is going to be
a missionary ?"
Charlie turned rather red, "I don't believe


it," he said shortly ; and then seeing his mother's
pained expression, he added, I beg your pardon,
mater, I didn't mean to contradict. Who told you
so ?"
His father told me, on our way back from
church ; but he has also been talking to me about
it himself."
Charlie looked very blank, but said nothing;
while Irene exclaimed, "My old gentleman will
be father to a missionary, and Miss Stoddart
will be so glad, because I know she thinks to be
a missionary is the highest thing in the world.
Charlie, where are you going?"
For Charlie, without waiting to get his cap,
had jumped over the balcony railing, and was
making across the road, saying, "There he is,
I'll ask him."
And a little way beyond the house, walking
by the edge of the sea, they could see a figure
which looked like Frank Stoddart's. Charlie
rushed up to him breathless. Please, sir- "
he said, and stopped.
What is it, Fane ?" he said, kindly.
Please, sir, I want to ask you a question."
Ask on, then; you're not generally. afraid of
me, Fane."
Please, sir, it's not true that you're going to
be a missionary, is it ? "
Yes, Fane, it is quite true, I am thankful to
Charlie looked dreadfully disappointed.


"I thought it couldn't be true, missionaries
are -"
He stopped abruptly, not daring to say what he
"What are they?" said Mr. Stoddart.
The fellows talk as if they were something-
not cads exactly, but -" stammered Charlie,
getting very red.
I hope you don't think me a cad, Fane ? And
I'11 tell you what I think, that to be a missionary
is to be in the post of honour, in the forefront of
the battle against sin. It is the nearest following
possible in my Master Christ's footsteps, and those
of that splendid missionary and hero, St. Paul. I
have not tried it yet, but I have been told by
friends who have tried the life that it is the hap-
piest in the world, and I believe it must be so."
"I don't see how it can be happy," muttered
Charlie, to leave everybody, and give up every-
thing, and "
"But, Fane, I do not leave and give up every-
thing. I take with me that which is necessary
for my true happiness everywhere, and that is the
love of Christ in my heart. Without that a mis-
sionary's life must be unhappy-would be, in fact,
impossible; but there is no happiness, no real
success without that love anywhere ;" and putting
his hand affectionately on Charlie's shoulder,
Frank Stoddart added, "Fane, do you know
anything of that love?"
Charlie made no answer, and they walked on


together for a few minutes in silence. Then
Charlie said, in a husky voice, Good-night, sir;
I'm very sorry you are going; but I '11 never say
anything against missionaries again." And he
kept his word.
Charlie felt rather shy of Frank Stoddart the
next day; but when he found that he was just the
same, as jolly as ever," as he expressed it, as
ready to enjoy himself and to give enjoyment to
others, Charlie clung to him more than ever, and
the second week at Felixhaven passed even more
happily than the first.
At the end of the fortnight the Fanes and
Stoddarts parted with great regret, for a warm
friendship had sprung up between the families.
Charlie consoled himself with the thought of soon
seeing his friend again, for Frank Stoddart was
going down to Charlie's school early in October
for two days, that he might say good-bye to his
brother, and try to stir up some missionary
interest among the boys.
Irene's consolation was that Miss Stoddart had
promised to write to her sometimes, and that her
"old gentleman" said he should certainly come
down to Newton for the next missionary meeting,
that he might see how well the two P's had filled
her box; and, to Irene's great delight, Mrs. Fane
had begged him to be her guest on the occasion.
Irene worked very steadily for her box during
the winter, and at her mother's little drawing-
room sale of work held at Easter, she was allowed


a table for the things she had made herself, and
was very successful in her sale. The scrap-book
(which had been neatly finished) was exhibited
labelled Sold," for old Mr. Stoddart bespoke it
while they were at Felixhaven, saying he was
sure Frank would find it useful to give away as a
prize; and Irene had taken special pains with it,
as it was really to go to India, and was for her
dear old gentleman's son.
This year the missionary meeting at .Newton
did not fall on Irene's birthday, but of course she
must go to it, and take her box.
And (as she told Mrs. Fane afterwards) she
enjoyed it even more than last year's. For this
time not only was her old gentleman" staying
with them and drove them over to Newton, but,
by Mrs, Steele's special request, he went on the
platform and made a little speech, telling them
about his son in India, and reading a letter which
he had received from him only two days before.
In this letter he mentioned Irene's scrap-book,
and sent a message of thanks to her for it.
Irene flushed very much when this was read,
but as Frank Stoddart mentioned her as "my
little friend," only those who had seen the scrap-
book at the sale of work had any idea whom he
referred to: But the part of the letter which both
Mrs. Fane and Irene listened to with the greatest
interest, and which was a pleasant surprise to
both, was this:-
You will be glad to hear that Jack has taken


up the missionary cause at last, and, aided by
young Fane, they collected five pounds among
the boys and masters, which they have just sent
me towards my new school. I am very thankful,
not only for the money but for the interest excited,
which I trust will be kept up. Fane, I am sure,
will not forget me."
Jack was Frank's brother, the master, and
though both he and Charlie had collected more
for the love of Frank than for love of the good
cause, and their appeal had been responded to for
the same reason, still the feeling of the school
on the subject was very different now their hero
had become a missionary.
Still, of course, to Irene, the chief interest of the
day centred in the opening of the boxes, and Mrs.
Fane was hardly less eager than Irene to know
how much would be found in hers. The meeting
over, Irene, accompanied by her mother, went up
to the platform, where Mr. Stoddart joined them.
To the great pleasure of all three, when Irene's box
was opened it was found to contain no less a sum
than one pound eight shillings and sixpence half-
penny. Some of the coins were rather discoloured,
so Irene explained to Mrs. Steele that her box had
been dropped into the water, without, however,
giving her any particulars. The money would be
all right, Mr. Steele said, but as the box looked
certainly the worse for its bath, would not Irene
like to have a new one ? But Irene begged to be
allowed to keep her old one, for, as she told her


mother afterwards, She loved it," and its shabby
appearance she thought would help her, by re-
minding her of whore she had failed with regard
to it.
So the box was fastened up again, and the
amount it had contained was written on a label
which was put over the opening. Mr. Steele gave
it back to Irene, saying that he hoped it would
contain even a larger sum next year. And Mrs.
Steele congratulated her little friend warmly on
her success. They had a very happy supper,
Mrs. Fane, Irene, and Mr. Stoddart all sitting
together this time.
When they reached home, and Mr. Stoddart
was bidding Irene good-night, he put a two-
shilling piece into her box, just to start it
again, saying as he did so, "Well, little Peace,
the two P's have done you good service; stick
to them, my dear, stick to them. But you had
better add a third now, just to help you to go
on as you have begun. There will be room for
it with the other two.
"I expect it's Perseverance' you mean," said
"Yes," said the old gentleman, "the third P
stands for Perseverance. If you stick to the
three P's-Prayer, Pains, and Perseverance-there
will be no fear for your box or you, no fear
at all."

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