Emily looked questioningly at her mother.  “What does that mean, mamma?” she asked.  And grandmother, who was standing by, said, with a smile: 

“You thought the jasmine bells, shining in the dark wood, were a gleam of sunshine, dear, brightening up the gloom.  There are sometimes dark places in our lives, you know; mother is having one just now, while she is not well enough to go out herself into the sunshine.  And her little daughter, by being sweet and cheery, is just such a gleam of sunshine to her as the jasmine bells were to the dark pine woods.”

Little Emily leaned over her mother for a kiss, then turned to touch caressingly the golden bells of the jasmine.

“Dear little sunshine flowers,” she said, lovingly.  “I’ll try to remember you every day, and be a sunshine maker, too.”

[Illustration:  “You thought the jasmine bells were sunshine.”]

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The more one controls his temper, the less will it control him.

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Knowledge Box

Berry.

Berry is not something to eat, as you might think, but a big dog that has a very important place.  He is the night watchdog of the Electra Company’s factory in Cleveland, Ohio.  Before Berry was given the job they had a watchman, but he had to be discharged because he was unfaithful, which Berry never is.  He is well fitted for the place, as he is a big, powerful animal, part Newfoundland and part St. Bernard, and weighs 170 pounds.  Not only does he do his duty well, but Berry works cheap, for he is counted an employee of the company, and is on the pay roll at seventy cents a week, which is the cost of the food he eats.

Berry is not only faithful, but one night he even proved himself a hero, in a battle with two desperate safe robbers, who had gained entrance to the office by sawing the lock, thinking, no doubt, that they could easily overcome the watchdog.  But when the door was burst open, Berry instantly sprang at the burglars, and a terrible fight he had, for the men who had come armed with pieces of lead pipe, struck him most cruel blows.

But they struck in vain, for with howls of mingled pain and determination to guard his trust, Berry fought the robbers till they were glad to escape into the darkness.  It had been a desperate struggle, and though Berry was terribly hurt, he had proved that he was both fearless and faithful.  In the morning he was found lying beside the safe whose valuable contents he had kept from being touched, but with only enough of life left to give a feeble wag of welcome to his master, as though he would say, “You trusted me. and I have kept the trust.”

So badly was Berry injured that he was taken to a dog hospital where for two weeks it was uncertain whether he would live or die.  But at last he grew well so he was able to go back to work again, more loved and trusted than ever.