But I want you to pray for me, that
I may be worthy your friendship, for I too, have my battles to fight."
And she smiled. "Good-bye. You were so funny when you fell off the
stool that day, but I like you better as you are now." Then suddenly
the room grew dark and close, and as Dick turned again to his work,
he heard a voice within whispering, "Only in your thoughts can she be
your friend."
Adam Goodrich was just coming out of the express office, which was in
the same block as the printing establishment, when he saw his daughter
leave the building and cross the street. All that day the incident
persisted in forcing itself upon his mind, and that night, after the
younger members of the family had retired, and he and Mrs Goodrich
were alone, he laid aside his evening paper and asked, "What was Amy
doing at Udell's place today?"
"She went to have some calling cards printed. Why, what made you ask?"
"Oh nothing. I saw her coming from the building, and I wondered what
she was doing there, that's all." He picked up his paper again, but
in a moment laid it down once more. "That fellow Falkner joined the
church last Sunday night."
"So Frank told me," answered Mrs. Goodrich. "I do wish Rev. Cameron
would be more careful. He gets so many such characters into the church.
Why can't he keep them out at the Mission where they belong, and not
force us to associate with them?"
Mr. Goodrich spoke again. "I suppose he will be active in the Young
People's Society now.
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