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Show SCATTERING "DEEDS OF KINDNESS." KIND-NESS." "That's a Canadian dime. I can't take that," said the postoffice clerk. The child looked at the repected coin an dthen at the unstamped letter perplexedly. per-plexedly. "Here's a dime I'll change with you," said a young woman standing by. "Oh, thank you," said the child, gratefully. "I ran all the way to get mamma's mail in in time and it would have been too late if I had to go back." "How thoughtful that was," I said to myself. "How few people, comparatively, compar-atively, would have bothered to do that for a child; and yet how little it costs and how much it often means." A little later in the day it so chanced that I met again the young woman of whom I have spoken. It was at a restaurant res-taurant at the noon hour, in a hurried, crowded throng. "Dear me! isn't it warm?" sighed a flushed, nervous-looking girl near me, to her companion. "Won't vou take this fan?" said a sweet voice. I looked, and lo! the speaker was the angel of the stamp. I was very much interested in the young woman by this time,- and, esconcing myself comfortably in my corner, 'took more time to my meal than was necessary, neces-sary, in order to observe her. I did not have long to wait to see another proof of her kindliness and consideration. "This is the last order of Indian pudding," pud-ding," said one of the waiters to a pale, poorly-dressed girl, as she set down a steaming plate before her neighbor, the young woman whom I was observing. observ-ing. "Oh, dear!" muttered the girl, disappointedly. dis-appointedly. - "Won't you take this? I would exactly ex-actly as soon have something else for dessert." Quick as a flash the dish of pudding was transferred. "That young woman is worth her weight in gold," I said to myself as I rose to go. "I wonder when I shall ever see her again." ii was nnontns oeiore i am see ner again. This time it was at a reception. I wondered whether she would be able to do any kindly act in such a formal gathering and observed her closely. It was not ten minutes before I saw her talking to a shy; unattractive looking girl in a corner, and introducing her to her friends. Nor was this all I noticed. As I left I heard her saying something to the soloist of the afternoon, to which the reply was: "You tell me that you have enjoyed my singing. I want to tell rou how much I have appreciated your telling me so." The sparkling eyes and animated face attested the appreciation. appre-ciation. These three brief occasions were all upon which I ever saw "the angel of the stamp," and yet how fraught they were with acts of friendliness and consideration! con-sideration! At the end of such a life how manifold must be the good deeds placed to the account! The giving of ourselves because we can no more help giving than the flower can help unfolding its petals, or the rose exhaling its fragrance, that is Christliness indeed; it is the most potent po-tent of all levers for bringing jvout that blessed day "to which the wnole creation moves." |