rkened dining-room, and Faith, with
ill-concealed triumph in the tones, said:--

"Please walk out to tea, my dear; I'm sure you must be hungry by this
time." He saw as through a mist the white table arranged with
exquisite neatness and care, decked with flowers and spread with
angel's fare, he almost thought, for he turned to Faith a bewildered
look, as he said:--

"Where are we? Is this heaven? Tell me quick!"

What a merry tea-table it was; how they talked and laughed, and
almost cried by turns! and even baby seemed to realise that some
great event had happened, and laughed and crowed appropriately.

After tea, when they talked it all over, Frank said:--

"Who but you would have thought of all this? How happy we shall be
here, and I owe it all to you!"

"You forget Mrs. Macpherson," Faith said.

"Yes, and the gasoline stove; but for that it seems this could not
have been accomplished," said her husband.

"We both forget the dear Father in heaven," Faith said, in reverent
tones, "that we owe everything to him alone."

By a mutual impulse they knelt down, and the husband, in a few words
of prayer, consecrated this new home to the Lord, and themselves anew
to his service, thereby feeling added dignity and joy in his manhood,
now that "he was a priest in his own house" indeed.

So the months go on in peace and joy. Faith sings at her work, and
baby plays in the garden, and Frank Vincent thinks there is but just
one woman in the whole world that knows how to cook. The plan failed
in no particular; the magical stove has proved itself a most
efficient servant, and moreover, Faith manages to lay aside a snug
sum every week.

BENJAMIN'S WIFE.

A busy, toilsome life she had led--this mother. She had reared a
family; had laid some of them down to sleep in the old cemetery; had
struggled through poverty, sickness, and sorrow--she and Ephraim
together--always together. He brought her to no stately home that day
so long ago, that she put her hand in his, and he had no stocks or
bonds or broad acres, yet Mrs. Kensett had for forty years counted
herself a rich woman. She possessed the true, tender, undivided heart
of a good man--a love that nothing dimmed, that trials only made
stronger, that hedged her life about with thoughtful care; even when
grey hairs crowned the heads of both, this husband and wife rejoiced
in the love of their youth. Nay, that love purified, tried, as gold
is tried in the fire. In the l