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 Thy way is best, hold thou the chart, Permit me but to know Each day, the duties to perform, Each hour, the way to go; And I, thy will, shall strive to do, As faith e'er stronger grows, And knowledge into wisdom blends, As stream to river flows, Until at last I meet with thee.

—, The Progress Magazine.

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WAY, THE RIGHT

Wakutemani, a Sioux warrior, was an acknowledged leader among the young Indians of his tribe. He heard a woman missionary tell the gospel story, but tho he felt strangely drawn to Christianity, he threw himself more ardently into the heathen dances and practises. One day he said to the missionary, "I will try your way without leaving the old way for a year, and at the end of that time I will follow the way that has satisfied me." She taught him to pray and gave him directions for living a clean, straight life. At the end of the year Wakutemani appeared painted and be-feathered to lead the young braves in the old war-dance. The dance was wild and calculated to awaken all the savage instincts; but during a pause in drum-beating, Wakutemani stept into the center of the circle and motioned for silence. "I said I would try both ways. This way does not satisfy me. If any others feel as I do, let them follow me." Two young warriors, Many Bulls and White Sitting Buffalo, rose silently and followed him out of the ring. They went to the mission house and said to the missionary, "We wish to follow your way. Ours does not satisfy." All three have now many years of consistent Christian life to their credit, and one has passed to his reward. (Text.)

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Way We Look at Things, The—See .

Wayfarer, The—See.

Wayside Ministry—See.

WAYWARD, SEEKING THE

Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman tells this story:

On one of the last Sundays that I spent in Philadelphia an Englishman gave an address to our Sunday-school. He told how a young girl had gone away to live a life of sin. He said, "Her mother came to my minister and asked him to find her daughter. The minister said, 'Bring me every picture that you have of yourself!' She brought him every picture and the minister dipt his pen in the red ink and wrote underneath the sweet face these words: 'Come back.' These pictures were placed in mission stations and halls. One night the girl, on entering one of these halls, found herself face to face with the picture. As she saw that sweet face that had looked down into hers with love, her eyes were blinded with tears, and when she brushed the tears away she read the two words, 'Come back.' She made her way out to the edge of the city, waited till night had fallen and, going up to her old home she put her hand upon the latch of the door and, behold, it yielded! She had no sooner crossed the threshold than she was in her mother's arms. The first greeting she had from her mother was this: 'My dear, this door has never been fastened since you went away.'" (Text.)

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Weak Will and Whisky—See.

WEAKNESS AND STRENGTH

Storms may rend the giant oak Yet may pass the floweret by; Feeble lives may long be spared, Strongest men may soonest die.

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WEAKNESS, CONSIDERATION FOR

The dialog below indicates a good way of practising the Pauline injunction in Phil. 2:4:

"Here, boy, let me have a paper." "Can't." "Why not? I heard you crying them loud enough to be heard at the city hall." "Yes, but that was down t'other block, ye know, where I hollered." "What does that matter? Come, now, no fooling; I'm in a hurry." "Couldn't sell you a paper on this here block, mister, 'cause it b'longs to Limpy. He's just up at the furdest end now. You'll meet him." "And who is Limpy? And why does he have this block?" "Cos us other kids agreed to let him have it. Ye see, it's a good run, 'count of the offices all along, and the poor chap is that lame he can't git around lively like the rest of us, so we agreed that the first one caught sellin' on his beat should be thrashed. See?" "Yes, I see. You have