the influence she had exerted over his character. That thought brought another of heartfelt gratitude to God for all his mercies, but, above all, for having revealed to him his love, and won his heart to himself. Oh, how could he best show forth his thankfulness? How should he make any return? His whole life— every energy, every power of mind and body-should be gladly offered to be used in his service.

Then his thoughts went back again. On that very day he had first met with Ellen, and had saved her from a sudden and horrible death. Who had so ordered it that he should have been standing by at the very moment of danger? Who had given him the presence of mind and the strength to act as he did? Who but God? There was his guiding hand again. Could either of them ever do enough to prove their grateful love for such a Friend? Such were his thoughts, and they filled his heart with happiness.

Ellen met him with even more than her usual cordial welcome.

"Harry, I'm so glad you have come. I thought you would not disappoint me to-night."

"Hadn't you better say I would not disappoint myself?"

"No, I keep to what I said at first. Will you let me remind you what happened a year ago ?"

"You needn't remind me. I have been thinking of it myself."

"I have thought of nothing else all day. You feel now the truth of what I said to you a long time since,

how wonderfully God ordered every thing on that day."

"How wonderfully he orders every thing constantly-every day," he replied.

"Yes, I think we can both say so, especially as we think of the way in which he has called us to be his children."

"He sent Mrs. Howard to be your teacher, Ellen. He sent you to be mine."

"I hardly think that, I know so little myself. I rather think he taught you himself, Harry.”

"Yes, I know he did, in one sense; but I should never have wanted to learn of him unless I had known you, and seen your joy, and heard you speak of him.”

"The one most earnest longing of my heart was answered," she said, looking up into his face with a very happy expression. "The most fervent prayers I ever offered were heard when you became a Christian. You know what I mean," she added, the next moment; "you saved my life. How could I help wanting to lead you to eternal life?"

"Ellen, never speak again of being under any obligation to me. I owe you far more than I can ever repay," he said, earnestly.

Just then Mrs. Foster came in, and the conversation turned upon other matters. After a little while Ellen went out and returned with some cake and lemonade, which, she said, they were all bound to enjoy, as she had made them.

"Can't you give us something better than this ?"

said her uncle, as she handed him a glass of lemonade.

"I don't know any thing better," she replied.

"I guess Harry will think this is poor hospitality," he said.

"No he won't. Don't you know Harry's a member of my temperance society ?"

"No, I didn't know it. I thought that was one of your notions that you couldn't get any body else to follow."

"It's a pity she can't, then," said Harry. "I think it's a notion that might do a great many people good." "Well, I don't know; for my part, I don't care for such new-fangled fancies."

Harry thought that, new or old, it was a fancy that nobody ought to despise; but he did not say so. He had often been glad that he had promised Ellen to keep the rule neither to touch nor taste any intoxicating drinks, and he was only more determined than ever that it should be kept. There were a great many things to be talked about that evening-the year that was past, with all the different events that had happened; and then the school was to begin on the next Monday, and Ellen was interested in that too; so that it was quite late when Harry left.

CHAPTER XXXV.

AN ACCIDENT.

"Charity seeketh not her own."

WHEN Harry reached home he went directly to his own room, and, to his astonishment, he heard voices in conversation as he walked up to the door. Something must be the matter. He went in. Austen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and as pale as death, while Mr. and Mrs. Jones were standing beside him.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you've got back," they both exclaimed; and then, in answer to his question, the farmer said, "Austen and I were down in the barn a little while ago, and he fell through the trap-door. I'm afraid his leg is broken. You must go over for Dr. Howard. It was all I could do to get him up here."

Harry was off in an instant. It required but a few minutes to get one of the horses, and he rode over to the doctor's as fast as possible. Still, it seemed to him an interminable time before they got back; every minute he was thinking of Austen's sufferings, and how long it must appear to him.

It was only too true; his right leg was broken; but, fortunately, he was not hurt in any other way, with the exception of a few bruises. The broken bone was set and the limb bound up, and then, worn out with the pain, Austen fell asleep. Harry insisted upon being

left to watch him; the rest of the family retired, and the doctor left. He did not sleep very long, but woke with a burning fever, and was so restless, and evidently suffering so much, that Harry did not know what to do. However, he did the best he could, followed all the directions he gave, and exerted himself to the utmost to make him comfortable.

"It's the last time I'll ever go into any body's barn at night," Austen said, with a groan.

Harry wondered very much what he had been doing there at that time, but thought he had better not ask him. Pretty soon he volunteered the information.

"I meant to go into Columbus to-morrow, and I went after the harness, to mend something about it; and then I thought I'd go up there and throw down some fodder for the horses for the time I'm away." "Well, how did you happen to fall ?" asked Harry. "I don't know. Mr. Jones came down there, and I was talking to him, and the first thing I knew I slipped, and then I found myself down below, with my leg all bent up under me; and here I am, won't be fit for work for six weeks, at the very least."

"Oh, never mind that," said Harry. "Does your leg pain you much ?”

"I reckon you'll mind it when all my work comes down on you," said Austen, gruffly, and then he shut his eyes, and after a little fell asleep again.

Harry sat there thinking. No thought about himself had come into his mind until it had been put there; but he could not help it now. As to work, he cared