ter for it, and
prize you the more, for he will at once see that he has got one clerk on
whose truthfulness he can depend. But if the man is as silly as he is
unconscientious, he will probably dismiss you before long. After that,
you may be sure that God will open a way for you somewhere.'--The young
man took Dr Spencer's advice, and lost his place, but soon found
another, and afterwards became an eminent and prosperous merchant, while
his old employer became bankrupt in about seven years after he left him,
and had to toil on in disgraceful poverty. Dr Spencer adds, `I
attribute this young man's integrity, conversion, and salvation to his
old mother, as he always fondly called her.'

"Now, dear Walter, you were saying, I think, when we were discussing the
raffle, that we cannot always be doing just what is right, and that
Gregson and Saunders would make great fun of you if you were to refuse
to put down your name because Amos thinks it wrong to raffle. Does not
that young American's case show very plainly that we _ought_ to aim at
always doing right? And is it not better to please a dear Christian old
mother, or a dear Christian brother like Amos, than to be smiled upon by
a dishonest master, or by such companions as Saunders or Gregson? You
see, the young man acted with true moral courage when he braved the
sneers and displeasure of his unscrupulous employer; and he found his
reward in the approval of God, his conscience, and his dear old mother."

Walter made no reply, but kept his eyes fixed on the ground. Then he
rose, flung his arms round his aunt's neck, kissed her half a dozen
times very warmly, and, whispering in her ear, "Pray for me, dear
auntie," hastily left the room. Oh, how Miss Huntingdon rejoiced at
these few simple and touching words, both on Walter's own account and
also on Amos's. She was sure now that her beloved nephew was feeling
his way into the narrow path, and would be all right on the road before
long.

A few days later, while Miss Huntingdon, Julia, and Amos were writing
their letters a little before luncheon time, Walter opened the door and
looked in with a comical expression on his face. "Are you all _very_
busy?" he asked. Having received a reply in the negative, he advanced
to the fire, crouched down by his aunt, hid his face in her lap, and
then, looking up at her with a smile, said, "I've come to make an
announcement and a confession. First and foremost, the raffle has come