eed "directed" by the God in whom she trusted.

How thankfully she reviewed the events of the day to her mother that
night, with a look more like happiness than she had worn since her
father's death. And Mrs. Burton seemed, for the first time, interested
in it, and was thankful for everything that would keep them all
together.

George was enthusiastic, as he always was in everything he entered into,
and, throwing his arms about her neck, declared she was "the best sister
in the world, and he had no doubt she would make a fortune." The younger
children could not, of course, fully understand the case, but knew that
something pleasant had happened and they were indebted to Lucy for it.
It was the happiest night the Burtons had known since their father's
death.

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TAKING CARE OF NUMBER ONE.

BY T. S. ARTHUR.

"EVERY one for himself." This was one of Lawrence Tilghman's favorite
modes of expression. And it will do him no injustice to say that he
usually acted up to the sentiment in his business transactions and
social intercourse; though guardedly, whenever a too manifest exhibition
of selfishness was likely to affect him in the estimation of certain
parties with whom he wished to stand particularly fair. In all his
dealings, this maxim was alone regarded; and he was never satisfied
unless, in bargaining, he secured the greater advantage, a thing that
pretty generally occurred.

There resided in the same town with Tilghman--a western town--a certain
young lady, whose father owned a large amount of property. She was his
only child, and would fall heir, at his death, to all his wealth. Of
course, this young lady had attractions that were felt to be of a most
weighty character by certain young men in the town, who made themselves
as agreeable to her as possible. Among these was Lawrence Tilghman.

"Larry," said a friend to him one day--they had been talking about the
young lady--"it's no use for you to play the agreeable to Helen Walcot."

"And why not, pray?" returned Tilghman.

"They say she's engaged."

"To whom?"

"To a young man in Columbus."

"Who says so?"

"I can't mention my authority; but it's good."

"Engaged, ha! Well, I'll break that engagement, if there's any virtue in
trying."

"You will?"

"Certainly. Helen will be worth a plum when the old man, her father,
dies; and I've made up my mind to handle some of his thousands."

"But certainly, Larry, you would not a