r that he was
getting along so finely!

"Stop!" said he to himself. "What have I been thinking about? This
pocketbook isn't mine."

I am sorry to say it, but Harry really felt sad when the thought
occurred to him. He had been building very pretty air castles on this
money, and this reflection suddenly tumbled them all down--new
clothes, new cap, boarding house, visit to Rockville--all in a heap.

"But I found it," Harry reasoned with himself.

Something within him spoke out, saying:

"You stole it, Harry."

"No, I didn't; I found it."

"If you don't return it to the owner, you will be a thief," continued
the voice within.

"Nobody will know that I found it. I dare say the owner does not want
it half so much as I do."

"No matter for that, Harry; if you keep it you will be a thief."

He could not compromise with that voice within. It was the real Harry,
within the other Harry, that spoke, and he was a very obstinate
fellow, positively refusing to let him keep the pocketbook, at any
rate.

"What am I about? She hoped I would be a good boy, and the evil one is
catching me as fast as he can," resumed Harry.

"Be a good boy," added the other Harry.

"I mean to be, if I can."

"The little angel will be very sad when she finds out that you are a
thief."

"I don't mean to be a thief. But this pocketbook will make me rich.
She never will know anything about it."

"If she does not, there is One above who will know, and his angels
will frown upon you, and stamp your crime upon your face. Then you
will go about like Cain, with a mark upon you."

"Pooh!" said the outer Harry, who was sorely tempted by the treasure
within his grasp.

"You will not dare to look the little angel in the face, if you steal
this money. She will know you are not good, then. Honest folks always
hold their heads up, and are never ashamed to face any person."

"I don't keep it!" replied the struggling, tempted Flesh. "Why did I
think of such a thing?"

He felt strong then, for the Spirit had triumphed over the Flesh. The
foe within had been beaten back, at least for the moment; and as he
laid his head upon the old coat that was to serve him for a pillow, he
thought of Julia Bryant. He thought he saw her sweet face, and there
was an angelic smile upon it.

My young readers will remember, after Jesus had been tempted, and
said, "Get thee behind, Satan," that "behold, angels came and
ministered unto him." They came and ministered to