because we had accused you so falsely. Oh, pardon me pardon me, my wife and myself-for having accused you as we did!"

Then Millenki burst into tears, and it seemed as if his heart would break.

Salan was deeply affected at his appearance, and said, "Oh, don't weep, don't weep! I freely forgive you every thing. I must leave you, Millenki; for I am not strong, and must go to my little hospital to lie down. Pray much to the Lord here in your cell, and I will use all my power in due time to get you released."

By-and-bye Salan was well again, and with his fellow-soldiers. He was brought into several engagements, and always fought like a hero. In one conflict he performed daring deeds of bravery, and the commanding officer said to him, "What can I do for you, Salan, to reward your bravery ?"

"Salan said, "If you will free the prisoner Millenki, who is confined in the jail at Saltoff, I shall consider that reward enough."

"I will do all in my power to effect that result,” replied the officer.

Salan was contented; for he almost knew that his request would be granted, In four days from that time a writing was placed in in his hand, signed by the Emperor himself. It contained thanks to Salan for his bravery, the discharge of Millenki from prison, and a pension declared for Salan himself in all his future life.

When the war was over Salan entered a military school in one of the largest cities of Russia, and was promoted from rank to rank until he became one of the principal officers in the city. He was made professor in the school. But he did not forget the man who had wronged him, and who had asked his pardon.

During one of his vacations he went off and and saw Millenki and his wife, and invited them to come to the city

where he lived. He bought them a little house, surrounded with about three acres of ground; furnished it for their own use, and said to them," Please accept this from me."

One day the story of Salan and Millenki, and their strange lives, appeared in the morning papers of the city. Salan never found out how it became public; for he never told himself. It must have been repeated by Millenki to some person connected with the city press, and thus made public. Of course it made a great sensation in the city, and especially in the institution where Salan was professor. One evening, soon afterwards, he was serenaded by the splendid military band, and a committee of six students waited on him. They presented to him a very large gold medal, on one side of which was the picture of a young soldier engaged in conflict-a representation of Salan himself-and on the other these words,-"All honour to the man who conquers suspicion by his noble benevolence." New York Methodist.

PAUL THE MINER'S SON.

IDOW ARNOLD lived in the suburbs of the city. She had five children, who loved her as children should always love their mother. She was not old as yet, but sorrow and care had disturbed the original beauty of her features, and her beautiful black hair was growing prematurely gray; anybody could see that she was no more what she once was. Her husband was a miner, who had worked in the mines not far from the city; but since his death she had become greatly reduced in means," and her children, with the exception of the eldest, were not old enough to furnish her much assistance. Her only trust was in the Saviour, and she frequently read in the Holy

Scriptures those bright and precious promises that were given for every believer. God assisted her in bearing her sufferings, but as to being in comfortable circumstances, that was out of the question.

One day a kind neighbour loaned her a newspaper, which contained the intelligence that war had broken out in the country, and that soon multitudes of people would be arrayed in battle against each other. Months passed on, and there was great suffering. The taxes were high, and Widow Arnold's family were reduced to actual destitution.

Paul, the eldest son, could not endure the sight of her suffering with any degree of calmness, and he began to think that he must begin to labour in real earnest for the support of his mother and the children. He resolved to become a miner like his father. One evening he returned, with a sad countenance, to his mother's cottage, and looked so pale and dejected, that she was frightened at his appearance.

66 Paul, my dear son," she exclaimed, as she ran and put her arms around him and kissed him, “what in the world has happened to you?"

"Nothing—nothing, except that half the miners are turned out of employment, and cannot get bread to eat. I would like to be a miner too, but nobody will take me to work."

She answered, "Never mind, God will take care of you. This is indeed a sad hour, but it is just on such occasions as these that the Lord manifests His strength."

"Oh, mother," replied Paul, "I think I can hit upon a plan by which we can be assisted. I think I know of something that I can do in order to aid us all."

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What can you do? what can you do?" she replied. "I know you are willing enough, but you are very young, and these are terrible times for poor people."

"I will work for you, mother. I know I can find work somewhere; for I believe that our heavenly Father will show me where it is. Take courage, mother, there will be better times than these. The humblest work is better than beg

ging. I will not be ashamed to do anything that will bring bread to our little table. Ernest and Frederic are both large enough to do something."

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But," replied the mother, "they have not been to school, and they must not work till they have learned something." "True mother," replied Paul," but we have no money to send them to school with. Would it not be better to let them do a little work, however small it may be, and when they are a little older let them go to school?

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What can they do? what can they do ?"

Paul replied quickly, "They can sift ashes for the rich people."

"My sons sift ashes for the rich people! How can I endure that?"

"Oh, mother," said Paul," don't be proud. You know how to trust in the Lord, but you must do it with humility. We are indeed poor people, and the Lord has said that he who humbleth himself shall be exalted. Take courage, mother-all will go well."

Widow Arnold yielded to the necessity of the case, and permitted the two boys to sift ashes, while Paul went to the different places of business in order to secure some employment. One day, while his two little brothers were sifting ashes for a certain wealthy man, they found several large pieces of gold among the cinders. They gave the money to the gentleman to whom it belonged, but he, seeing their honesty, gave it all back to them, and added double the

amount to it.

Three years passed by, and through the exertions of Paul and his younger brothers, the whole family were placed in pleasant circumstances; of course they all had to work hard, but yet they were placed above want. Paul had become a good miner, and was very successful in his knowledge of metals. He was applied to by a certain mining association to go to South America, to be one of the subordinate officers in a silver mine in that country. It was hard for him to

part with the dear ones at home, but his mother bade him good-bye, and said, in parting, " May God bless you, my true and honest son!

In course of time Paul reached the shores of South America, went into the interior of the country, and finally got to work. The principal officer of the mine seemed to be pleased with him, and Paul did the best he could to advance the interests of the company. There were some things that led him to believe the superintendent, or principal officer, was not an honest man. Still that had no influence over Paul, except to make him love honesty all the more. On a certain occasion the superintendent handed him a large piece of silver, and said to him, "Please accept this."

"Paul could hardly understand it at first, but a week after he was approached by the same man, and requested to take certain bars of silver and hide them in a place which he described.

"Do they belong to you?" asked Paul..

"Never mind that," answered the superintendent; "you do as I direct."

"If they are not yours," answered Paul, "I will not take them."

The superintendent used every argument in his power to get him to take the bars of silver, but Paul would not do it. The superintendent went home that night, and as he lay on his bed and thought of what he had tried to make Paul do, he became afraid that the honest young man would reveal the circumstances, and the dishonest deed would come to light. He therefore conceived a plan by which Paul might be turned out of his situation. He accordingly gave information to the directors that Paul was very careless in handling the silver that was taken from the mine, and that much was lost through his negligence. A resolution was passed that he should, therefore, give up his office and leave the mines. Of course, he felt very badly when informed that his situation was taken from him, but he still trusted that some