he will be a check upon Mr. Spriggs, and inform me if the people are
abused. But how shall I find him?"

"What do you do when in want of something you do not know exactly how to
procure?"

"Pray for direction and help," she answered, low and reverently.

"We will both do that, asking that the right man may be sent us; and I
will write to-morrow to some of the presidents of the theological
seminaries, asking them to recommend some one suited for the place."

"Papa," she cried, lifting a very bright face to his, "what a load you
have taken from my mind."




CHAPTER EIGHTH.

"A mighty pain to love it is
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain."
--COWLEY.


One lovely afternoon in the second week of their stay at Viamede, Mr.
Dinsmore and his daughter were seated in the shade of the trees on the
lawn, she busied with some fancy-work while her father read aloud to her.