Mr. Joseph Clason is still living, now seventy-five years of age, in Bazine, Ness county, Kansas.

THAT BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS GIFT.  HOW THE LORD USED IT.

A lady and gentleman were walking up Madison avenue, New York City, from church, when incidentally the lady said, “We are trying to get up Christmas decorations and entertainment for our Mission School.”

“Well, put my name down for anything you like,” and then came into his mind a certain sum to give.

A day passed on, it seemed forgotten; but a note from the lady reminded him of his promise, and he responded, giving the exact sum originally thought of, $25.  Notice, now, the most singular disposition of it, which, by the hand of Providence, was made to go on its circuitous way to meet those who needed it most.

The next Sabbath, the lady and gentleman again meeting each other, she said, “Your gift was too large.  I cannot take so much from you.  I shall give you back part.”

“But I won’t take it.”

“Well, you must.  I can’t keep it.”

It resulted in the lady taking $15 from her muff and forcing it back into the gentleman’s hand.

The gentleman felt badly. “I intended this for the Lord, and now it is refused.  It is the first time I ever heard that money ever given to a Sunday school was not wanted.  I meant the whole for the.  Lord.  If she don’t want it and wont keep it, I will give the rest away. It does not belong to me.”  Before night he had enclosed it in a letter and sent it out of the city to an invalid as a Christmas present.  He had occasion not long after to visit the invalid, and was fairly astonished at the extraordinary circumstances connected with its use; and this is his story, told in his letter to the lady who returned the $15.

“The sequel to the $15 is far more beautiful and wonderful than anything I have ever known.  This invalid had been praying for some money for a needed article of dress to protect her from cold. The $15 came the very next morning in answer to her prayer.  But it was more than enough.  As a consistent Christian, having asked the Lord only for enough to meet but one need, she felt as if the rest belonged to the Lord and must be used for Him.  So in wondering how to use it, she thought of a poor woman who needed a new calico dress, and at once bought it and gave it to her.  She had but $5 left.  A dear friend was in distress; his horse and carriage had been seized for failure to pay the livery bill of their keeping; he could not collect any money of the debts due him, to pay his bill, and had nothing.  His wife and children were in New Britain, and here he was, no means to get there.  The little Christian invalid sent him her $5, the last money she had, not knowing where her next was to come from, with these words:  “The Lord has sent you this,” and though he offered to return, or use only part, she said, “No, the Lord meant this for you.  You must keep it, I will not take it back.”  Now see how beautifully all these incidents have been made to work for the good of many, by the managing hand of Providence.