"I WONDER you don't get discouraged of all your praying and church going, Mrs. Browne, for certainly the Lord doesn't seem to reward you for it First you loses your husband; then your boy Bob, that ought to have been your support, cuts away and leaves you, and the Lord knows what's become of him; then your gal Nancy, that used to be a cute little kid, seems to grow duller and more helpless every week, and to crown all, there's that poor mite, wee Willie, that's bright enough for anything, and a helpless cripple for life." "Come, come, Mrs. Warner, it's not so bad as you make out," said Mrs....