hered about this dog were making unkind remarks
about it, saying how ugly it was, when Christ came up, and looking at
the dog, He said, "But do you see what beautiful, even, white teeth he
has?" Then, it is said, the people knew this must be Christ, who could
find something to praise even in a dog like that.

But that was the way Christ always dealt with people. He always saw
something good in them. And when people knew that Christ saw something
good in them, they tried to live up to what He saw, and to be good.

You remember how Zaccheus, the little, short man who had been robbing
the people by collecting too much tax-money, climbed up into a sycamore
tree to see Christ pass by. Christ told him that He was going to take
dinner with him. And when Christ dined with him, Zaccheus felt that
Christ thought he was better than he was, and he became so ashamed of
what he had been doing that he went and gave the money back.

And Christ's rule is a good rule for us to follow. If we wish people to
be good, we must look for the good things in them. If we _expect_ them
to be good, they will _try_ to be good. There is a jailer in Chicago
who, when a man has served his term in jail, gives him a letter of
recommendation so that he can get a job. And the men who get these
letters are ashamed to do wrong and to get into jail again, because of
the disappointment they will cause the jailer who believes in them.

A girl once said to her mother, who was always finding something good
instead of bad to say of people, "Mother, I believe you would have
something good to say of the devil."

"Well," said her mother, "we might all admire his perseverance."

Try to see how many good things you can see in people. It's the best
game of all to play.

THE BOY WHO WAS TO BE MANAGER

A boy recently answered an advertisement of a certain firm in New York
which wanted an office-boy. He went to the office, and as he was a
bright, neat-looking boy, he made a good impression upon the manager.
The manager liked him and told him to report for work the following
morning.

The boy was about to leave the office in great glee, when the manager
called him back and asked him to write his name, in order that he might
see whether or no he was a good writer. The boy wrote his name in such a
miserable scrawl that the manager could hardly read it, and he told the
boy that he was very sorry, but he would be obliged to cancel his
agreement, and could not t