"somebody Loves Me."

Two or tlirce years ago the Superintendent of the Little Wanderera' Korno received one morning a request frozn tlie Judge that he would come up to the Courl -House. IIo complien directly, and iound therc a group of seven little girls, ragged, dirty and forlom, beyond what even he was accustomed to soe. The Jjidge, pointing to them (uttcrly homeless and friendless), said: "Mr. T , can you take any of these f" " Certainly, I can take them all," was the prompt rcply. "All! What in the world can yon do with thora?" " I'll make women of them." The Judge singled out one, even worse in appearance than the rest, and askcd again, "What can you do with that one?" "Til make a woman of her," Mr. T repeated, firmly and hopefully. Ihey wera washed nnd dressed and provided with good supper and beds. The next morning they went into the school-room with the ciiildren. Mary svas the name of the little girl whose chances for better things the Jiu'ga thought small. During thí foronooñ the teacher said to Mr. T ,-in reference to her, "I never saw a child Hke that. I have tried for an hour to get a smile, nnd havs failed." Mr. T said afterward, himself, that her face was the saddest that he liad ever seen - sorrowful beyond expression, yet she was a very little girl, only five or six years old. After school he called her into his ofiice and said, pleasantly, "Mary, I've lost my little pet. I used to hare a little girl here that would wait on me, and sit on my knee. and I loved her very much. Á kind lady and gentleman have adopted her; and I should like for you to take lier place, and be my pot now. Will vou?" A gleam of liffht llitted over the poor chiki's face, as she bcgan to understand him. He gave her ten cents, and told her she might go to a store near by and get some candy. WMc she was out he took two or three nowspapers, tore them into pieces, and scattered them about the room. When she returnedin a few minutes he said to her: "Mary, will you elcar up my ollice a little for me and piek up those papers, and muke it look nice?" She went to work with a will. A little more of this kind of management - in fact, treating her as a kiud f:il1er would - wrought the desired result. She went into the school-room after diuner with so changed a look and bearing that the teacher was astonished. The child's face was absolutely radiant. She went to her and said: " Mary, what is it? What makes you look so happy?" "Oh, I've got some one to love me!" the child answered, earnestly, as if it were heaven come down to earth. That was all the secret. For want of love that little one's had been so cold and desolate that she had lost childhood's beautiful faith and liQ)e. She could not at lirst believe in the rcilityof kindness or joy for her. It was the certainty that some one had lored her and desired hor affectiop that lighted the child's soul and glo her face. Iúiry has since been ïtdoj ■■ 1 by wealthy peo'ple, and lives in a beautiful home; but moie than all its beauty and comfort running like a golden thread through it all she still finds the love of her adopted father and inother.