e some principles on which to base my choice."

A rare smile crossed the face of the old man as he patted her golden
hair.

"Good for you! I am glad you are thinking. Long, long ago when my own
girlies were choosing their friends I asked them to remember two things as
they chose--not only that the one they chose might be their husband, but
that he also might be my son, and the father of their children. One thinks
much more about the principles of the man who is to be father of their
children than about the man whom they love and want to marry. You know
what a high ideal your mother holds. Test your friends by that also. Never
mind yourself--think of others."

Then he left her to think.

And she did think! If Tom ignored her mother as he did his own, she could
never bring him into their home. Tom drank sometimes--oh, that would never
do. Bob was strong and healthy--but Bob had no use for God and the church.
Her children must have a Christian home. Earl was a wonderful student, but
he had undermined his health. He stooped in his shoulders and there were
signs of a breakdown. Oh dear, what a hard test Daddy Gray had given her!

So the days wore away and she found herself watching as she had never
watched before for marks of strength--mental, moral and physical. Over and
over the words rang in her ears: "Never mind yourself--think of others."

'Twas the afternoon of Commencement Day and her room had many beautiful
flowers. Tom's bunch was of great American Beauty roses and the card had
made her suddenly blush as she read it. But there had come in the mail a
great bunch of beautiful forget-me-nots, all fresh with the dew in the
grass. Who had sent them? She loved them the best of all the flowers in
the room. There was no card to be found, so she tucked a few in her dress
beneath the cap and gown and ran away to the chapel.

There on the steps stood a young man and his mother, and they were waiting
for her.

"May, I want you to meet my mother, for I have told her so much about you.
To get her to come, I had to drive all the way home to-day. But it is
worth it, even if I did have to get up before the sun did. She is the very
best mother in all the world," said the boy, and he squeezed the arm of
the timid little lady.

"Maybe! Maybe! I am so glad to meet you," said the mother, "for I owe you
much. You have helped Gene such a lot. I am sure he would never have been
able to keep from smoking had it not been for you. He