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"Faith," replied the child, "and I am blind, too."

It seemed like a rebuke from Heaven to the sad old man, and he held the child close to his heart, while the great tears fell over his withered cheeks.

From that day, little Faith Douglas was the almost constant companion of the rich old man at the great house, and when, three years afterwards, he folded his weary hands, and laid gently down to take his last rest, they found in his will these words: "Save the few reservations I have made in favor of my servants, to little Faith Douglas, the blind child, through whose sweet resignation in affliction I have learned in my old age submission to the will of my Heavenly Father, I leave all of which I die possessed."

In the pleasant little village where her baby eyes first opened to the light, and closed again so soon -- A beautiful blind woman, loving and beloved, lives Faith Douglas. By her great wealth she has been able to bring comfort and joy to many sad hearts and homes, and we all know that when death's angel shall touch, with his pale fingers, her darkened eyes, the full glory of the Heaven she has won shall shine upon her gentle soul, and she shall never know sorrow or darkness any more.