us in cious Blood. And because of all this Love the Holy Spirit sanctifies or makes us Holy; coming to Holy Baptism to make us Members of Christ, Children of God, and Inheritors of the Kingdom of Heaven. 'CHURCH STORIES FOR SUNDAYS;' THE SAINTS OF 'A LITTLE LIFE IN A GREAT CITY;" 'POOR MILLY;' ETC., ETC. PART 5. G. J. PALMER, 32, LITTLE QUEEN STREET, W.C. W: Speaight & Sons, Printers,] STORIES ON THE CATECHISM. The Holy Catholic Church. 66 THE WAYFARING TREE. "O'ershadowing all the weary land.” ES, mother dear, I think it's all that I can do. You see he will not write; it's six long months now since the last line came from him, and you are wearing your life away, mother, and you will not be happy and smile again, as you used to do, until you hear that Charles is well, and that he loves you just the same as he always did, although he does not write to you. These words were spoken by a boy of some fourteen years old,—a tall, thin fellow, with light hair and blue eyes, and cheeks tanned by expo sure to the summer sun. Joseph Didier was our friend's name; and though he did not look very unlike an English lad, it was not in English that he spoke, but in French; and his mother, a pale, sad-looking woman, answered him in the same language,- "You are a good boy, Joseph, a very good boy; and—ah, yes! I do long to hear some tidings of my Charles; but how can I part with you both? how can I let you go from me also, my son? You have been so much-so very much-to me all these long months, since Charles went away." A flush of pleasure came to the brown cheeks as Joseph listened to his mother's plaintive voice. To have been "much" to her since his brother had gone from his old home, repaid him in some ways for the old days when he knew that he had been very little to her; when all her thoughts and all her love had been given to her elder boy-her bright, beautiful Charles. She never was unkind to poor little Joseph; her nature was too gentle an one for that. She nursed him tenderly when he was ill, and she never gave |