"Some of the most beautiful lessons of faith and trust I have ever learned were from among our lowly people in their humble cabins." "Mamma!" called a faint voice from the adjoining room.

Marie immediately arose and went to the bedside of her sick child, where Mammy Liza was holding her faithful vigils.

The child had just awakened from a fitful sleep.
"I thought," she said, "that I heard Iola's voice.

Has she come ?" "Yes, darling; do you want to see her ?" "Oh, yes," she said, as a bright smile broke over her dying features.
Iola passed quickly into the room.

Gracie reached out her thin, bloodless hand, clasped Iola's palm in hers, and said: "I am so glad you have come.