How a Little Girl Utilized the TelephoneA mother, living not very far from the post-office in this city, tired with watching over a sick baby, came down stairs for a moment the...
They Are Not Strangers, MammaNot long ago I stood by the deathbed of a little girl. From her birth she had been afraid of death. Every fiber of her body and soul...
The Golden Rule ExemplifiedEarly one morning while it was yet dark, a poor man came to my door and informed me that he had an infant child very sick, which he was...
Carletta and the Merchant“If I could have your faith, Hawkins, gladly would I - but I was born a skeptic. I cannot look upon God and the future as you do.” So...