Appreciation

Appreciation By Wm. A. Morton This story was told me by a young married woman one evening as we sat in the depot at Cache Junction, waiting for our train. After we had talked for some time about different things, the young woman said to mc: "There is one man in this world that I shall never forget." "And who might he be?" I asked. "President Joseph F. Smith." was the answer. Then she went on: "He helped me once, and every time I think of his kind act — which I do often — I feel very grateful to him." "Would you mind telling me about it?" I asked — "about the kind act which you have remembered so long, and for which you feel so thankful?" Then she told me the story, little think- ing that some day, it would be told to about fifty thousand Religion Class chil- dren, in order to teach them the lesson of Gratitude. "When I was a girl," said the lady. "I decided to go to Salt Lake City, in order to find employment, so that I might be able to buy my own clothes, and other things that I needed, and thus help my parents, who were not very well off. "In Salt Lake I got work as a maid in a hotel; but I did not like the place, and after staying there a short time I decided to leave. The morning I left the hotel I had only twenty-five cents. I was a stranger in the city, and did not know what to do nor where to go. I walked up the street until I came to the Eagle Gate. I stopped there, and stood looking at the people going to their work How happy they all seemed! And Oh, how miserable I felt! No one spoke to me; in fact, no one seemed to notice me. How long I stood there I do not know. "I was almosit ready to cry. when the door of the Beehive House opened and President Smith came out. I knew him, but he did not know me. I had never spoken to him. He looked at me as he passed. He had gone but a few steps when he stopped, came back, and looking down into my face said, 'What is the matter, my girl? You seem to be in trouble?' "He listened to me like my own father while I told him my story. Then he said. 'Well, daughter, come with me.' He took me to his home, and presenting me to his wife said, 'Here is a poor, friendless girl. Take care of her till she gets a good place to work.' "I was taken into the house of the President, and was treated with much kindness. In a short time I found a good situation." Just then the train whistled, and as the good woman picked up her baby she said. "No. I shall never forget President Jo- seph F. Smith." Raymond, Canada As a Man Thinketh You must stand soldier-like at the door of your mind. There are thoughts that must not enter in; Envy and malice and hatred and greed. Many more that are deadly, are sin. When the seed of deep hate in the mind is once sown. Few flowers> of pure love will then grow. For thoughts are real things and you will soon find. That the harvest will be as you sow. Ah. beware, lest they find you asleep at your post, Like a thief they slip in unawares, Rob you of treasures more precious than gold: God will help you. will answer your prayers. Helen Kimball Orgill