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He looked at the boy, but they didn't have any such looking little ones
in the school. A place was found, however, and she sat down in the
corner and tried to win that soul for Christ. Many would look upon that
with contempt, but she had got something to do for the Master. The
little boy had never heard anybody sing so sweetly before. When he went
home he was asked where he had been. "Been among the angels," he told
his mother. He said he had been to the Protestant Sabbath-school, but
his father and mother told him he must not go there any more or he would
get a flogging. The next Sunday he went, and when he came home he got
the promised flogging. He went the second time and got a flogging, and
also a third time with the same result. At last he said to his father,
"I wish you would flog me before I go, and then I won't have to think of
it when I am there." The father said, "If you go to that Sabbath-school
again I will kill you." It was the father's custom to send his son out
on the street to sell articles to the passers-by, and he told the boy
that he might have the profits of what he sold on Saturday. The little
fellow hastened to the young lady's house and said to her, "Father said
that he would give me every Saturday to myself, and if you will just
teach me, then I will come to your house every Saturday afternoon." I
wonder how many young ladies there are that would give up their Saturday
afternoons just to lead one boy into the kingdom of God. Every Saturday
afternoon that little boy was there at her house, and she tried to tell
him the way to Christ. She labored with him, and at last the light of
God's spirit broke upon his heart.

One day while he was selling his wares at the railroad station, a train
of cars approached unnoticed and passed over both his legs. A physician
was summoned, and the first thing after he arrived, the little sufferer
looked up into his face and said, "Doctor, will I live to get home?"
"No," said the doctor, "you are dying." "Will you tell my mother and
father that I died a Christian?" They bore home the boy's corpse and
with it the last message that he died a Christian. Oh, what a noble work
was that young lady's in saving that little wanderer! How precious the
remembrance to her! When she goes to heaven she will not be a stranger
there. He will take her by the hand and lead her to the throne of
Christ. She did the work cheerfully. Oh, may God teach us what our work
is that we may d