g with cold; and I liked the look of him, ma'am, he was so much
quieter than some that came here; and I used to give him a crust
sometimes, when he looked more starved than usual."

"Yes, Mrs. White," said Christie, "you were often very good to me."

"Oh! not as I should have been, Christie; they were only crusts I gave
you, bits that were left from the men's meals, and not so much of them
either; but you've come to me and you've brought me the Bread of
Life,--not just bits and leavings, but enough and to spare, as much as I
like, and more than enough for all I want."

"Oh, Christie," said Mrs. Villiers, "I am glad to hear this; the dear
Lord has been very good to you; your work has not been in vain."

"In vain!" said the old woman; "I should think not! There's many a one,
Mrs. Villiers, that will bless God in the home above for what you and
your father have done for this lad; and there's no one that will bless
Him more than I shall. I was as dark as a heathen till Christie came to
me, and read to me out of his Bible, and talked to me of Jesus, and put
it all so clear to me. And now I know that my sins are forgiven, and
very soon the Lord will take me home; and oh! dear, how nice that will
be--

'When in the snowy dress
Of Thy redeemed I stand,
Faultless and stainless,
Faultless and stainless,
Safe in that happy land!'"

"I see that Mrs. White knows your hymn, Christie," said Mrs. Villiers.

"Yes," said Christie, "I taught her it a long time ago, and she is as
fond of it as my old master was."

After a little more conversation, Mrs. Villiers took her leave, and
Christie continued his round of visits. All that long, sultry afternoon
he toiled on, climbing dark staircases, going down into damp cellars,
visiting crowded lodging-houses; and everywhere, as he went, dropping
seeds of the Word of life, sweet words from the Book of books, suited to
the hearts of those with whom he met.

For in that book Christie found there was a word for every need, and a
message for every soul. There was peace for the sin-burdened, comfort
for the sorrowful, rest for the weary, counsel for the perplexed, and
hope for the dying. And Christie always prayed before he went out that
God's Holy Spirit would give him the right word for each one whom he
went to see. And, as he knocked at the door of a house, he always lifted
up his heart in a silent prayer, something like this:--

"Thou, Lord, which knowest the he