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But Ruth, although she bravely tried for several weeks, could not throw herself into such things She felt that they were only superficial There s, but they were not the real big things of life; not the ways in which the vital help could be given, and she longed with her whole soul to get in on it somewhere

The first Sabbath after her return from camp she happened into a bit of hich while it was in no way connected ork, still helped to interest her deeply and keep her thinking along the lines that had been started while she ith John Cameron

A quiet, shy, plain little woood work, ca service and iirl in the pew just in front of Ruth to help her that afternoon in an Italian Sunday school she was conducting in a small settlement about a mile and a half from Bryne Haven: "It's only to play the hyo to a funeral She always plays for me I wouldn't ask you if I could play the least o at all without someone to play the piano"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs Beck, but I really can't!" pleaded Miss Emily quickly "I promised to help out in the canteen work this afternoon You know the troop trains are coh, and Mrs Martin wanted me to take her place all the afternoon"

Mrs Beck's face expressed dis church

"Oh, dear, I don't knohat I'll do!" she said

"Oh, let theested the carefree E in war tiar and flour, let the Italians conserve singing!" and with a laugh at her own brightness she hurried away

Ruth reached forward and touched the troubled little missionary on the arm: "Would I do?" she asked "I never played hymns much, but I could try"

"Oh! Would you?" A flood of relief went over the wolad she had offered She took Mrs Beck down to the settlement in her little runabout, and the afternoon's experience opened a neorld to her It was the first time she had ever come in contact with the really poor and lowly of the earth, and she proved herself a true child of God in that she did not shrink from them because many of them were dirty and poorly clad Before the first afternoon was over she had one baby in her arlances They could not talk in her language, but they stared into her beautiful face with their great dark eyes, and spoke queer unintelligible words to one another about her The whole little cohted with the new "pretty lady" who had co them They openly examined her siers the blue ribbon that floated over the bench froed her to coo every Sunday For it appeared that the ard pianist was very irregular and had to be constantly coaxed