N inauguration of 1908 we had secured a room on the third floor of the Postoffice, from which to view the parade, and as we went up the steps of the building there were, I suppose, over a hundred people on the steps, and in some way I lost my muff and did not discover my loss until I had entered the elevator and landed on the third floor. I immediately told the lady who was with me that I would sit down in the hall and wait until my muff came to me. Of course, she did not know what I meant, and remarked that I would wait a long time before the muff came.

I had been sitting there about fifteen minutes when I saw a gentleman step out of the elevator with both hands in my muff. It contained my pocketbook, with all my money, my gloves, handkerchief and several other small articles, and as he passed me I stepped up to him and said to him, "You have my muff," and he said, "I took this from a person to whom I did not believe it belonged." I found he was an officer in citizen's dress. If we have a right understanding of the truth, we know that our own must come to us.

Recently my grandson was stricken with fever. His father and uncle are both practicing physicians in this city, and they immediately thought it must be typhoid fever. They called in a specialist, who took a blood test, but they could not determine what was the matter. From the day that the fever commenced.

he had scientific treatment, and, of course, the fever never ran its course, and now the doctors do not know what to call it. He was sick but a short time

and was then fully recovered.

It has been said that broken bones can

be set and healed through science. I have demonstrated that fact myself. I had a broken wrist, which was healed through science; the bones were never set; there was nothing applied to the broken wrist except the God healing. All can have the understanding of this beautiful truth. I would say to all, "Study and learn."

Christ said, speaking to His apostles: "Unto you is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God, but unto them that are without (speaking of the people) all these things are done in parables." We have been asked many times, "Why has this truth lain dormant all these years?" We believe the secret of this is summed up in the following words. of Christ, speaking to His apostles of the people: "That seeing, they may see and not perceive, and hearing, they may hear and not understand, lest at any time they should be converted."

The Christ promised His followers, "And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free." Free from what? Free from sickness, sorrow, pain and death. All who believe and understand this truth can demonstrate and heal the sick, and their own will come to them.

NE day a very large frog called Buster by the other frogs, because he was the very largest in the pond, sat on a log looking about and thinking how much he would like to live in a hole on the ground or in a cave.

"There is Mr. Bruin now," he said, "sunning himself in front of his cave. He has plenty to eat, because he can store food away in his cave, and then all he has to do is sleep. Oh, dear, how I wish I could live in a cave."

"You better be satisfied where you are." said an old frog, who heard Buster's complaint. "You would have a fine time walking about on land with your legs. Why, a dog would catch you without half trying, or a boy who was looking for your hind legs would pounce upon you quick enough, you will find, if you leave this pond."

"He is an old frog and does not know as much as I do," said Buster, as the old frog went to the bottom of the pond. "The idea of wanting to stay here all your life and never seeing anything but

nuts. I wish I could live in a tree and eat nuts, too."

Buster blinked and thought, and the more he thought the more he wished he could live on the land, and so he waited until it was past time for frogs to go to 'bed, and then he hopped along the log on which he had been sitting and soon he was on the bank of the pond.

He had been there often, so he felt very brave and looked about without the least fear. After a while he hopped further away from the pond. He could hear the other frogs croaking, but he did not answer them; he had determined to live on land and give up pond life.

He hopped and hopped until he was so far from the pond he could hear only a faint sound of the croaking. "This is more like living," said Buster. "I will sleep by this tree until morning, and then I can see where I should like to make my home."

water.

would not be such a fine place for him to live, after all.

He tried to hop back to his pond, but his legs refused to work, and he sat down wondering what would become of him, when he felt something wet on his head. He blinked, and then felt another wet place on his back, and then the water came all over him. It was raining, and Buster began to feel better. The place where he sat was in a little hollow, and soon it was filled with water, which gave Buster plenty of water in which to stretch his legs.

"I should think they would die here on land," he said, after a while; "all these stones and trees and no water.

If ever I get back to my pond I will never wish for a home on land again."

It took Buster all night to travel. He could not hop as well as he did when he left the pond, but he kept on, and just as the light was showing in the sky he reached the bank of the pond.

"Hello, Buster!" called his friends. "You are up bright and early this morning. Have you had your breakfast?"

"No; I have no appetite this morning." answered Buster, letting a big fly rest on a leaf beside him without catching it. "I thought the early sun might do me good, but I guess I will go to the bottom of the pond and keep quiet for the rest of the day."

Down he went with a splash, and no one saw him again until the next day. "Good morning, Buster," said the old. frog when he saw Buster on the log. "Are you still thinking you would like to live on land?"

"No," said Buster; "I think water will be good enough for me. I do not think I should like being dry all the time."

the old frog. "I am glad you took my advice and did not try it."

Buster kept on blinking. He knew the only way he ever should have been cured of his longing was to have tried it; but he was wise enough to let the old frog think he had taken his advice. and not be called a foolish young frog.

I LOVE YOU

"I love you, mother," said little John; Then, forgetting work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, Leaving his mother the wood to bring.

"I love you, mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell.” Then she teased and pouted full half the day,

Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play.

"I love you, mother," said little Fan; "Today I'l help you all I can; How glad I am that school doesn't keep!" So she rocked the babe till it fell asleep.

Then, stepping softly, she took the broom And swept the floor and dusted the room, Busy and happy all day was sheHelpful and cheerful as child could be.

"I love you, mother," again they said—
Three little children going to bed;
How do you think that mother guessed
Which of them really loved her best?

Let us try to be good-humored for a single day; if we let the sunlight into our souls, it will generate in our hearts every good motive, and we shall find life strengthened and ourselves armed to

On the 21st of March I received a letter from a friend telling me of a terrible abscess of the right ear, which was very painful, and had been giving him much trouble. At first he was treated by a doctor, who did not help him as much as he needed help, and later by an ear specialist, who said he would be deaf and that the ear would be a long, long time healing, if it ever healed at all.

I, a metaphysical healer, began treating the case as was taught to me through the teachings and instructions of the Evangelical Christian Science Church, and on April 4 I received word that on Monday, March 31, the hearing was restored as perfect as it ever was and that the ear was perfectly healed. So the "forever deafness" and "long, long healing" were brought to pass within ten days through the prayer of faith and understanding.

The prayer of understanding is just knowing what God is and what man's

relation to God is. God is all that is. Therefore God is perfect hearing, and there is not and cannot be deafness, 30called, in perfect hearing. This being true, you do have perfect hearing. God is health, perfect health, and you cannot and do not have abscess, so-called, in your right ear; abscess, so-called, and deafness, so-called, are but material beliefs of material mind, so-called, which is nothing and the truth is not in it. Therefore they have no power or effect on you. But, to the contrary, you have perfect healing and perfect hearing in your right ear, and I thank God. This is true in and through the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord.

Now I say to all who read this simple, yet great and mighty, truth: Practice it in perfect faith and sincerity, and the result is sure to follow, and you will grow healthier, wealthier and stronger through the knowledge of the power of the Christ within, around and about you.

This home is dedicated to good will. It grew out of love. The two heads of the household were called together by a power higher than they. To its decree they are obedient. Every tone of the voice, every thought of their being, is subdued to that service. They desire to be worthy of their high calling; as ministers of that grace they know their peace will go unbroken only for a little time. And often they suspect that the time will be more short even than their anxious hope. They cannot permit as much

as one hour of that brief unity to be touched by scorn or malice. The world's judgment has lost its sting inside this door. Those who come seeking to continue the harmony which these two have are ever welcome. The rich are welcome, so they come simply. The poor are welcome, for they have already learned friendliness through buffeting. Youth is welcome, for it brings the joy which these two would learn. Age is welcome, for it will teach tenderness.Collier's Weekly.