Deacon Barnes' Sunday

"Beautiful! ' beautiful !" inentally ejaculated Deacon Barnes at the closo of a sermón about Heaven. " Those are rny ideas exactly." And so exhilerated was he with bis thougbts as ho passed out of the church that he forgot to ask lame oíd Mrs Ho we to rido home with him, as was his usual eustom. "Perhaps it Í9 just as well," he thought, " for she is n wordly old woman and would probably have drawn my thoughts away f rom heaven. At the dinner table bis son exclaimed : " On father, I have got a situation at last !" "Havo you forgotten thatit is Simday, John 'i Don't let me hear any more suoh talk," said the father sternly. John ate his dinner in silence. How could his situation.be a wrong thiug to speak of on Sunday r1 He was so thankful, for it seemed to come from the hand of God. God k'new all about the restless months in which ho had. answered an advertisonmit every week. When the minister gave thanks for all the mercies of the past week, John's heart gave a grateful throb, and be determined anew that he would acknowledge God in all his ways. John ato his dinner, in silence while his father thought of Heaven. In the aftëfüöön Mr. Barnes' nf phew, who was a stianger ui tuwu, eamc trom his boarding place opposite . and sat on the piazza talking with John. "Ican't allow this ïom," said Mr. Barnes, coming to the door witli his Bible in hand, " vou niusn't sit here brëahing the Sabbath. Go to your boarding house and road soiue good book." " Toin startod np nngrily and spent tho afternoon fishing and bathing with an old colored man, his only acquaintanco in tho place, while Mr. Barnes sat in a large rocker on the piazza with a hand kerchiuf spread over his face and thought about Heaven. Presently his two littlo grand daughters carne out on the piazza with a largo picture book and sat down near their grand father. There was a fluttc-r of leaves, and a great deal of buzzing as the little yellow heads bent over the book and finally laughed outright. "Children whero is your -mother 'i sternly demanded Deacon Barnes springing to his toet. Deacon Barnes strode into the hall. " Ellen ! Ellen !" he shouted, " I suould think yon might keep theso children quiet on the Sabbath. They won't ullow me to think." "Please seud them up stairs," she said wearily. And all the sultry afteiuoon she ainused the three children in a close, upper room, while her father roeked and f'anned himself and thought of Heaven.