Just Be Glad

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THE CASTLE BUILDER. 783

two men sat by the table, the young man talking, the old man in- tently listening. At last Harald paused. "What do you think of it, father?" The old man pushed back the stool on which he had been sit- ting, arose to his feet and said: "Thank God, thank God, the truth has come at last. My son, what you have been telling me is the everlasting truth of God. I have waited for it many, many years, and now it has come and — you, my son, have brought it." The man sank down on his knees by the table, as if overcome. Harald kneeled beside him, and put his arm around his shoulder.

Then the father prayed as Harald had never heard him pray before. He poured out his whole heart in words of gratitude, and Harald's soul said amen to every uttered word. All that night, they lay in their bed and talked. Sleep fled from their eyes until the morning. Then they dozed for a short time. That day the father could not work; and when Harald pre- pared to return home, the father gathered up his tools, locked the cabin door, and went home with him. "We'll see about this," he said. "Harald, you may send for Elder Oisen as soon as you wish." (To be conitnued.)

JUST BE GLAD.

Oh, heart of mine, we shouldn't worry so! What we've missed of calm we couldn't have, you know! What we've met of stormy pain, And of sorrow's driving rain, We can better meet again, If it blow.

For, we know, not every morrow, can be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow we have had, Let us fold away our fears, And put by our foolish tears. And, through all the coming years, Just be glad. James Whitcomb Riley •