could have been attended to. So you have done that much good to a
fellow-boy. Only be careful in the future, dear lad, to read a
document before signing it, for carelessness in that direction might
not always end as well as it has in this instance. What puzzles me is
how you came to take that particular paper when so many others lay
about; it was but one chance in a million."

"'A chance--the eternal God that chance did guide,'" quoted Dr.
Kingsley, in his quiet, gentle voice.

"What lots we'll have to tell Ned! O boys, do let's cheer!" cried
Selwyn eagerly, springing to his feet. "Here goes--three cheers for
Uncle Geof and dear papa, and a big, big 'tiger' for his 'ludship!'"




THE PIOUS CONSTANCE.

Once upon a time the Emperor of Rome had a beautiful daughter named
Constance. She was so fair to look on, that far and wide, she was
spoken of as "the beautiful princess." But, better than that, she was
so good and so saintly that everybody in her father's dominions loved
her, and often they forgot to call her "the beautiful princess," but
called her instead, "Constance the good."

All the merchants who came thither to buy and sell goods, carried away
to other countries accounts of Constance, her beauty, and her holiness.
One day there came to Rome some merchants from Syria, with shiploads of
cloths of gold, and satins rich in hue, and all kinds of spicery, which