The Pearl BoxContaining One Hundred Beautiful Stories for Young People
     "Well, why did you do it? You knew you would be late to school." 

     "Because I thought I ought to help the poor old man," said John. 

     "Well," replied Hanson "if you will work for nothing, you may. No pay, no work, is my motto." 

     "To be kind and obliging, is mine," said John. 

     Here, children, is a good example. John did not perform this act of kindness for nothing. He had the approbation of a good conscience—the pleasure of doing good to the old man—and the respect and gratitude of his friends. Even the small act of benevolence is like giving a cup of cold water to the needy, which will not pass unnoticed. Does any body work for nothing when he does good? Think of this, and do likewise. 

 

     THE TREE THAT NEVER FADES. 

     "Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden. Our pretty tree is dying, and I won't love another tree as long as I live. I will have a bird next summer, and that will stay all winter." 

     George, don't you remember my beautiful canary bird? It died in the middle of the summer, and we planted bright flowers in the ground where we buried it. My bird did not live as long as the tree." 

     "Well, I don't see as we can love anything. Dear little brother died before the bird, and I loved him better than any bird, or tree, or flower. Oh! I wish we could have something to love that wouldn't die." 

     The day passed. During the school hours, George and Mary had almost forgot that their tree was dying; but at evening, as they drew their chairs to the table where their mother was sitting, and began to arrange the seeds they had been gathering, the remembrance of the tree came upon them. 

     "Mother," said Mary, "you may give these seeds to cousin John; I never want another garden." 

     "Yes," added George, pushing the papers in which he had carefully folded them towards his mother, "you may give them all away. If I could find some seeds of a tree that would never fade, I should like then to have a garden. I wonder, mother, if there ever was such a garden?" 

     "Yes, George, I have read of a 
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