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Soregation hung upon her words, and one old man with deep creases in his forehead and kindly wrinkles around his eyes spoke out in ood I like Him all e time wi' mee! All e ti to her eyes with answering sympathy Here in her littleafter God She had another swift vision then of what the kinship of the whole world meant, and how Christ could love everybody

After Sunday school was out little Sanda ca up to her: "Mine brudder die," she said sorrowfully

"What? Tony? The pretty fat baby? Oh, I' her arirl "Where is yourunkept road they walked, the delicately reared girl and the little Italian drudge, to the hovel where the family were housed, a tumbled-down affair of ancient stone, tawdrily washed over in so pink ash The noisy abode of the fa was in front of the house in the arlic, and to little house usually so full of noise and good cheer was tidy to-day, and no guests hovered on the brief front stoop sipping fro the accordion There was not an accordion heard in the co and every one was trying to be quiet out of respect for the bereaved parents

And there in the open doorway, in his shirt sleeves, crouched low upon the step, sat the head of the house, his swarthy face bowed upon his knees, a picture of utter despair, and just beyond the mother's head was bowed upon her folded arms on theseat, and thus they mourned in public silence before their little world

Ruth's heart went out to the two poor ignorant creatures in their grief as she relorious eyes who had reseht how empty the mother's arms would be without him

"Oh, Sanda, tell your irl, for the lish "Tell her not to mourn so terribly, dear Tell her that the dear baby is safe and happy with Jesus! Tell her she will go to Him some day"