e house Harry had been
carried, and who had attended him to his home.

"Thank you, sir; you are very good. I don't want them to think that I
have run away, or anything of that sort."

"They will not think so, I am sure," returned Mr. Callender, as he
departed upon his mission.

"Do you think I can go to the store to-morrow?" asked Harry, turning
to the physician.

"I am afraid not; you must keep very quiet for a time."

Harry did not like this announcement. He had never been sick a day in
his life; and it seemed to him just then as though the world could not
possibly move on without him to help the thing along. A great many
persons cherish similar notions, and cannot afford to be sick a single
day.

I should like to tell my readers at some length what blessings come to
us while we are sick; what angels with healing ministrations for the
soul visit the couch of pain; what holy thoughts are sometimes kindled
in the darkened chamber; what noble resolutions have their birth in
the heart when the head is pillowed on the bed of sickness. But my
remaining space will not permit it; and I content myself with
remarking that sickness in its place is just as great a blessing as
health; that it is a part of our needed discipline. When any of my
young friends are sick, therefore, let them yield uncomplainingly to
their lot, assured that He who hath them in his keeping "doeth all
things well."

Harry was obliged to learn this lesson; and when the pain in his head
began to be almost intolerable, he fretted and vexed himself about
things at the store. He was not half as patient as he might have been;
and, during the evening, he said a great many hard things about Ben
Smart, the author of his misfortune. I am sorry to say he cherished
some malignant, revengeful feelings towards him, and looked forward
with a great deal of satisfaction to the time when he should be
arrested and punished for his crime.

Both Mr. Wake and Mr. Wade called upon him as soon as they heard of
his misfortune. They were very indignant when they learned that Harry
was suffering for telling the truth. They assured him that they should
miss him very much at the store, but they would do the best they
could--which, of course, was very pleasant to him. But they told him
they could get along without him, bade him not fret, and said his
salary should be paid just the same as though he did his work.

"Thank you! thank you! You are very good," exclaimed Harry.