s that tender one of the sick man so long waiting, waiting to
be helped into the pool; disappointed year after year, until one blessed
day Jesus came that way and asked one simple question, and received an
eager answer, and gave one brief command, and, lo! the work was done!
The long, long years of pain and trial were over! Do you think this
seemed like a wonderful story to Eurie? Do you think her cheeks glowed
with joy over the thought of the great love and the great power of
Jesus?

Alas, alas! to her there was no beauty in him. This simple tender story
did not move her as the commonplace account of a common sickness and
common recovery given in a village paper would have done. The very most
that she thought of it was this: "That Miss Rider has a good deal of
dramatic power. How well she tells the story! But dear me! how stupid it
must be. What is the use of taking so much trouble for these little
midgets? They don't understand the story, and of what use would it be to
them if they did? Something that happened to somebody hundreds of years
ago."

But now her attention was arrested by the sound of a very loud whisper
just behind her, given in a childish voice. "Miss Rider, Miss Rider,"
the child was saying, and emphasizing her whisper by a pull at a lady's
dress. Eurie turned quickly; the dress belonged to a young, fair girl,
with fresh glowing face and large bright eyes, that shone now with
feeling as she listened eagerly to this story, and to the comments of
the children concerning it. Then she in turn whispered to the lady
nearest her: "Is it Miss Rider who is teaching?" "No, it is Mrs. Clark,
of Newark. That is Miss Rider leaning against a post."

Then Eurie looked back to her. "She is no older than I," she murmured;
"indeed not so old, I should think. Her hair must be exactly the color
of mine, and we are about the same height. I wonder if we _do_ look in
the least alike? What do I care!" Yet still she looked; the bright face
fascinated her. The little child had won the lady's attention; and the
lips and eyes, and indeed the whole face, were vivid with animation as
she bent low and answered some troubled question, appealing to the
diagram on the board, and making clear her answer by rapid gestures with
her fingers. The lady beside Eurie volunteered some more information.

"Miss Rider was to have taught this class, I heard. I wonder why she
didn't?"

"I don't know," Eurie answered, briefly. Then she looked bac