liberally for the
uplifting of our colored brothers and sisters.

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OUR YOUNG FOLKS.

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THE FRESH DRINK.

A missionary teacher to the mountain whites, who was laid aside
temporarily from teaching, on account of illness, writes of one of the
children of her charge:

I must tell you of the little native girl who lived with us, and of her
practical application of a Scripture text. It was my custom to teach her
from the Bible every Sabbath afternoon. I had been reading from the
ninth chapter of Mark, where it speaks of the child-like spirit our dear
Saviour wants us to possess.

She listened very attentively, and seemed especially interested when we
came to the forty-first verse, "For whosoever shall give you a cup of
water to drink in my name, ... he shall not lose his reward."

She left me a few moments, but presently came back saying: "Won't you
tell me about that verse again?" I gladly complied; then came the
question, "Does it mean me--can I do something for Jesus?"

That evening, there came a gentle rap on my door, and to my "Come in,"
Minnie entered, bearing a glass of water.

Coming near, she placed the water on a little stand by my bedside.
Noticing that she stood as though she would speak, I said, "What is it,
Minnie?" She hesitated a moment, then replied: "I was thinking about
what you said about the 'cup of water,' and I wanted to give you
something 'cause you was sick, but I didn't have anything, so I thought
may be you might like a fresh drink of water, for it's all I've got."

Indeed, my heart was touched by this poor girl's beautiful application
of the lesson learned; nor was it forgotten--every evening during my
illness came the "fresh drink" from the hands of the little beginner,
who wanted to do something for Jesus.

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LETTER FROM AN INDIAN BOY.

JUNE 5th, 1889.

_Friends at the East:_

It is summer over here now and every thing looks green and nice. The
roses are red and beautiful, so every day everybody has a bouquet on his
coat. There are lots of more flowers, some of them are white, blue, red,
yellow; so everything looks nice.

The girls always decorate the church on Sunday. They get lots of flowers
on the hills and down in the bottom. The days have been nice for about
two weeks. The sun shines every day, and the wind has not blown for a
long time, but