and cannot see.
Come! we will go on, if you have an idea that we shall ever come to the
BEAUTIFUL GATE."

"In all my life I never heard of it before," said she sadly.

"But I have," cried Tiny, trying to keep his courage up by speaking
brave words. "Come on with me!" yet, in spite of his words, he held
fast to the girl's hand, and she led him down the street.

Presently, towards nightfall, they came up to a crowd of people, a mob
of men and boys who were quarrelling.

Well did Tiny understand the angry sound; and, as for the girl walking
with him, she trembled with fear, and said, "Shall we turn down this
street? They are having a terrible fight. I am afraid you will be
hurt."

"Not I," said Tiny. "Is the sun near setting?"

"It has set," said the girl.

"And does the red light shine on the men's faces?" asked the poet.

"Yes," answered the girl, wondering.

"On the night when I first came into this city's streets it was so. My
harp was perfect then; but it was the voice, and not the other music,
that the people eared for, when I sang. Wait now."

The little girl obediently stood still, and all at once Tiny began to
sing. None of his gay songs sung at feasts, and revels, or on holidays,
but a song of peace, as grand and solemn as a psalm; and the quarrelling
men and boys stood still and listened, and, before the song was ended,
the ringleaders of the fight had crept away in shame. Other voices then
began to shout in praise of the young stranger, who with a few simple
words had stilled their angry passions. "The brave fellow is blind,"
said they; "we will do something good for him!" And one, and another,
and another, cried out, "Come with us, and we will do you good."

But instead of answering a word, Tiny went his way as if he were deaf as
a post, as well as blind as a bat, and by his side, holding his hand
close, went the little beggar girl.

Until they came in the increasing darkness to a narrow, crooked lane,
and met a woman who was running, crying, with a young child in her arms.
"What is this?" asked Tiny.

"A woman, pale as death, with a child in her arms," said the girl.

"Wait!" shouted Tiny, stopping just before the woman. His cry so
astonished her that she stood, in an instant, as still as a statue.
"What is it that you want?"

"Food! medicine! clothes! a home!" answered she, with a loud cry.

"Give me the child--take this--get what you need, and I will wait here
with the little