out, and looking at the harness said:
"That's a good job; you must have done that work before. Come in and
you shall have a good supper."

The little tot ran around to the front gate, where a pair of horses,
hitched to a carriage, waited to take the family on a drive. The tramp
finished his supper and passing out, the little one in the carriage
said: "Good-bye, mister. When you want supper again you come and see
us, won't you;" and turning to the driver she said: "He ain't got no
papa, nor mama, no little girl and no home."

The tramp, who heard these words taking off his old hat bowed low to
the little one who had spoken the kind words.

A few minutes later while standing on a street corner, wondering where
he could spend the night, some one shouted, "Horses running away!" The
driver had left the team and the horses started with the little girl
alone in the carriage, screaming for help. Men ran out but the mad
horses cleared the track. The tramp fixed himself, and as the team
swept by, he gave a bound and caught the bit of the nearest horse. The
horses reared and plunged but the tramp held on, until he swerved them
to the sidewalk. As the near horse struck the curb he fell and the
tramp was crushed beneath the horse. A physician came and as he bent
over to examine the heart, the tramp said: "Was the little one saved?"

The child was brought and as her sweet blue eyes tenderly looked at
the face of the dying man he smiled, and then the spirit took its
flight, to where He who died to save the world, looked with compassion
upon the tramp who gave his life for "one of these little ones."

Oh, the beauty and power of human touch!

The Panama Canal is considered the glory crowning achievement of this
century; but the building of a highway of sympathy over which to send
help to the hopeless is a far greater achievement. If this republic is
to endure with the stars; if it is to go down the ages like a
broadening colonade of light, and stand in steady splendor at the
height of the world's civilization; it will not be because of its
money standard, its tariff or expansion policy, but because the
heart-beat of human brotherhood sends the blood of a common father
bounding through the veins of the concentrated whole of humanity,
binding high and low, rich and poor, weak and strong together.

"Work brothers; sisters work; work hand and brain,
We'll win the golden age again;
And love's millennial morn shall rise
In