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discerned the spirit of the gift. Here was real love expressed by unreserved consecration.

Others gave of their abundance; but she, of her want, gave all that she had, or, as it is qualified, "all her living." She gave more than the law required her to give, because she loved God and did not stop to ask, "How much must I give."

"How much can I give?" she asked herself. Having boundless love she gave all. To Jesus, love was the most precious thing in the world. The farthing thus given became holy. It meant little to the temple service, but much to God.

Others gave of their abundance. They had food and wine untasted in their cellars, fuel in their storerooms, clothing unworn in their closets, money and credit. They would never miss what they gave. But she would go hungry and cold. Her gift stood for real sacrifice.

Let us not forget that God says that this is a day of sacrifice. He says that those who have "made a covenant" with him "by sacrifice" shall be blessed. Jesus still watches the treasury. To an extent he measures our love by our gifts. He does not ignore the gift of the well-to-do, not at all. All who give with sincere purpose are blessed. But he is still Jesus, the unworldly Jesus. He still takes especial notice of the gift that costs real sacrifice.

Perhaps we will do well to close here, with the thought fresh in mind that Jesus still stands over against the treasury, watching the people cast in their gifts. Do we prize and merit his commendation?

(To be continued.)

A Two-Minute Sermon by the Editor.

SELF-RESPECT.

"Who will adhere to him that abandons himself?"

Those who would command regard must have regard for themselves. No one will respect a man who does not respect himself. No. one will reverence the virtue of a woman who does not prize her own virtue. God himself demands that men shall respect themselves and conduct themselves in all things like true men. His exhortation is: "Quit you like men, be strong."

No one can afford to corrupt himself. The knowledge of corruption is too heavy a burden to carry. No matter how well we may succeed in deceiving others, we can not deceive ourselves. A selfknowledge of dishonesty is too big a price to pay for worldly goods, even though one lose not his standing in the world for the time being.

The young man who respects himself can command the respect of his community. And the respect of the community is not a thing to be thrown away without cause. A good name, we are assured, is more to be desired than great riches. Ordinarily, any young man or young woman can command the respect of the community. The

community soon notes the young man who is industrious, temperate, honest, and respectable. It as soon notices the one who is idle, intemperate, profane, and disorderly. Many a young man creates a reputation before reaching his majority that makes him trouble long after he has determined to "settle down" and do right.

Yet we must not forget that the man is worthy of respect who, having once fallen, gets up again, and at last learns to stand. One can respect himself if he knows that he has overcome. With God's help let us keep ourselves pure, that we may ever have the priceless comfort of a good conscience:

"Man-like is it to fall into sin,

Fiend-like is it to dwell therein,
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,

God-like is it all sin to leave."-Longfellow.

Three Songs of the Toilers.

I. THE TAPESTRY WEAVER.

Let us learn a useful lesson,

No braver lesson can be,

From the ways of the tapestry weavers
On the other side of the sea.

Above their heads the pattern hangs,
They study it with care:

And as to and fro the shuttle leaps
Their eyes are fastened there.

They tell this curious thing besides
Of the patient, plodding weaver:
He works on the wrong side evermore,
But works for the right side ever:
It is only when the weaving stops,
And the web is loosed and turned,
That he sees his real handiwork,

That his marvelous skill is learned.

Ah, the sight of its delicate beauty;
It pays him for all the cost;
No rarer, daintier work than his
Was ever done by the frost.

Then the master bringeth him golden hire
And giveth him praise as well;

And how happy the heart of the weaver is

No tongue but his own can tell.

The years of man are the looms of God,
Set down from the place of the sun,

Wherein we all are weaving,

Till the mystic web is done.

Weaving blindly, but weaving surely,
Each for himself his fate.

We may not see how the right side looks,
We can only weave and wait.

But looking above for the pattern,
No weaver hath need to fear,
Only let him look clear into heaven,
The Perfect Pattern is there.
If he keep the face of the Savior
For ever and always in sight,
His toil shall be sweeter than honey,
And his weavings sure to be right.

And when the task is ended,

And the web is turned and shown,
He shall hear the voice of the Master,
It shall say to him, "Well done!"
And the white-winged angels from heaven
To bear him thence shall come down,
And God shall give him for hire,
Not golden coin, but a crown.

--Selected.

A Moment's Relaxation.

THE POSTSCRIPT.-"Dad, there's a girl at our school whom we call 'Postscript.'

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'Postscript!' Whatever do you call her 'Postscript' for?" "'Cos her name is Adeline Moore!"-Exchange.

AN IMPOSSIBILITY.-Wife.-Phew! I really don't see how you can stand sitting in such a hot office.

Husband. One can't stand sitting in any kind of an office, my love. Everybody's.

DEADLY NICOTINE.-Some years ago in Indiana, one of the questions in an examination was: "What is nicotine?"

The answer given was: "Nicotine is so deadly a poison that a drop on the end of a dog's tail will kill a man."-Selected.

THE UNEXPECTED REJOINDER. Sufferer. I have a terrible toothache and want something to cure it.

Friend. Now, you don't need any medicine. I had a toothache yesterday and I went home and my loving wife kissed me and so consoled me that the pain soon passed away. Why don't you try the same?

Sufferer. I think I will. Is your wife at home now?-Life.

AGAINST ORDERS.-He.-"If you refuse me, I shall get a rope and commit suicide."

She. "No, Colonel, you must not do that. Papa said distinctly he would not have you hanging around here."-M. A. P.

Department of The
Woman's Auxiliary
of the Church.

Organized for Social Service.

Truer Parenthood, Better Children, Happier Homes, Purer Society.

CALLIE B. STEBBINS, Editor.

"A partnership with God is parenthood;

What strength, what purity, what self-control,
What love, what wisdom, should belong to them
Who help God fashion an immortal soul."

"I am among you as he that serveth." Jesus.
"Ye shall succor men: 'tis nobleness to serve."

ADVISORY BOARD.-Mrs. B. C. Smith, president, 214 South Spring street, Independence, Missouri; Mrs. F. M. Smith, vice-president, 630 South Crysler street, Independence, Missouri; Mrs. D. J. Krahl. secretary, 724 South Crysler street, Independence, Missouri; Mrs. L. L. Resseguie, Lamoni, Iowa; Mrs. H. A. Stebbins, Lamoni, Iowa.

Treasurer, Mrs. M. E. Hulmes, 909 Maple avenue, Independence, Missouri. Chairman of Finance Committee: Mrs. L. R. Wells, 700 South Crysler

street, Independence, Missouri.

Chairman of Social Purity Committee: Mrs. F. M. Smith, 630 South Crysler street, Independence, Missouri.

Chairman of Ways and Means Committee: Mrs. T. A. Hougas, Macedonia,

Iowa.

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A Beautiful Picture.

HAD been reading the Hope story about the yoke that is easy and the burden that is light, and with it fresh in my mind when I went to visit a sick mother, I saw a beautiful application of the text, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." The picture that greeted my eyes as I stepped to the door was that of a mother surrounded by her little ones, all with her on the bed where it had been drawn to the airiest place in the sitting room for the comfort of the sick one.

On her arm, fast asleep, lay her sturdy baby boy, tired with constant trudging around and permitted once more to find rest with mother. Near by was the little daughter next older, a picture of sweet content and growing drowsiness; while, nearest the door, cuddled in behind her mother was the eldest, who lifted a head of golden curls and turned upon me the smile she had been bestowing upon her doll.

There was an air of luxurious satisfaction about the whole group. The mother was better, and once again the children could be near her. "They have missed me so," she said, with the mother tenderness

in her voice. And then she told me about it, how for some months she had been ailing, and the last weeks had brought her low with weakness and pain, so she could not notice the children, nor bear them to jar the bed.

Though not a member of the church, still her heart had been drawn toward it and she was familiar with its ways.

"While I was well," she continued, "I said that if I ever got real sick I should try the doctors first, and then if I couldn't get help, I should call for the elders. I have done just as I said. It seemed that the doctor could not help me. My heart was so weak he could not give me the medicine needed to relieve the pain. And so I sent for the elders, and since that I have slept night and day—such good sleep. And I am gaining right along. Just see! I couldn't lie on my left side at all, nor even with my left arm raised. And now I lie on this side with my baby on my arm."

"Isn't that good!" I said in joyful sympathy. "But you boy is heavy," I added. "Don't you want me to move him now?" With her assent I laid him over in the place the little girl had left as she slipped away to play with sister, and when I had resumed my seat by her side she said, "I feel as if I had been lifted out of a low, dark place, and laid on the bed to rest." She had called on Him who said, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Tears started in her eyes and she said, "I felt ashamed to ask for help, for it seemed as if I waited until I was entirely helpless before I was willing to come to the Lord."

"But he was mindful of you all the time," I said, "and I am so glad this blessing has come to you." And then we talked about the gospel yoke that helps to bear the burden; and the light in her eyes made me hope that she would soon be ready to give her life service to the Master whose "yoke is easy" and whose "burden is light." She had experienced the rest from physical suffering that he can give, and she could trust in his promise, "Ye shall find rest to your souls."

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