"Think how it will rejoice your father's heart if he learns that you have at length conquered in the fight with your naturally quick, wilful temper, which has been the cause of so much distress to both him and yourself." "I do think of it very often, grandma Elsie," Lulu returned, with a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her heart.

"And I do want to please papa, and make him happy: but,--oh, dear! when something happens to make me angry, I forget all about it and my good resolutions till it's too late; the first thing I know, I've been acting like a fury, and disgracing myself and him." "Yet don't be discouraged, or ever give up the fight," Elsie said.
"Persevere, using all your own strength, and asking help from on high, and you will come off conqueror at last." About the same time that this little scene was enacting at Ion, Elsie Leland, passing the door of Evelyn's room, thought she heard a low sob coming from within.
She paused and listened.

The sound was repeated, and she tapped lightly on the door.

There was no answer; and opening it, she stole softly in.
Evelyn sat in an easy-chair at the farther side of the room, her face hidden in her hands, an open letter lying in her lap.
"My poor child! Is it bad news ?" Elsie asked, going up to the little girl, and touching her hair caressingly.
"It is heart-breaking to me, aunt Elsie; but read and judge for yourself," Evelyn replied, in a voice choking with sobs; and taking up the letter, she put it into her aunt's hand.
Elsie gave it a hasty perusal, then, tossing it indignantly aside, took the young weeper in her arms, bestowing upon her tender caresses and soothing words.
"It is hard, very hard for you, dear, I know; it would be for me in your place; but we must just try to make the best of it." "Yes," sobbed Evelyn; "but I could hardly feel more fully orphaned if my mother were dead.

And papa has not been gone a year.