d turn to for every-day help and companionship but Jesus; and one
day it came to me how my mother used to feel about Him, and I just
went to Him, and asked Him to be my companion, as He used to be hers.
I didn't half believe He would when I asked Him; but I was so hurt and
alone I had to do something; and I found out it was all true! He
helped me in so many little every-day ways, you wouldn't believe it,
perhaps, unless you could have lived it out yourself. I guess you
really have to live it out to know it, after all. But I found that I
could go to Him just as if I could see Him, and I was so surprised the
first day when He answered a prayer in a perfectly wonderful way. It
all came over me, 'Why, He loves me!' And at first I thought it was
just happening; but I tried it again and again, and every day
wonderful things began to come into my life, and it got to be that I
could talk with Him and feel His answer in my heart. If it were not
for Him, I couldn't stand life sometimes. And I'm sure He'll talk with
any one that way who wants Him enough to try and find Him," she
finished; and then, suddenly conscious of herself, she sat back, white
and shy again, with trembling lips.

The meeting closed then; but, while they were singing the last hymn
Allison and Leslie were watching the face of the quiet girl with the
holy, uplifted light on it.

"I think she is lovely, don't you?" whispered Leslie after the
benediction, as they turned to go out. "I'd like to know her."

"H'm!" assented Allison. "Cloudy would like her, I guess."

"I mean to find out who she is," declared Leslie.

The minister came up just then with cordial greeting and urgent appeal
that the young people would at once join their Christian Endeavor.

"That was a great talk you gave us to-night," he said with his hand
resting admiringly on Allison's shoulder. "We need young blood. You
are the very one to stir up this society."

"But I'm not a Christian," said Allison, half laughing. "I don't
belong here."

"Oh, well," answered the smiling minister, "if you take hold of the
Endeavor, perhaps you'll find you're more of a Christian than you
think. Come, I want you to meet some of our young people."

The young people were all gathered in groups, looking toward the
strangers, and came quite willingly to have a nearer glimpse of them.
Last of all, and by herself, came the plain-faced girl; and the
minister introduced her as Jane Bristol. He did not speak to her