COLD WATER GIRLS 



SOME years ago two little girls who lived in 

 Biddeford, Maine, went for the first time to a 

 great temperance meeting, held under the state- 

 ly pine trees at Old Orchard. There they lis- 

 tened to Frances E. Willard, Mrs. L. M. N. 

 Stevens, and other notable speakers. The next 

 day as Eva and Anna strolled along one of the 

 pleasant streets of their home town, they ear- 

 nestly discussed the subject of temperance, and 

 their hearts were full of sympathy for one of 

 their little neighbors, a bright girl whose fath- 

 er was an intemperate man. Reaching the 

 bridge over the Saco River they stopped a mo- 

 ment to watch some beautiful falls dashing 

 over the rocks, sparkling in their clearness and 

 purity. 



"Well, I'm glad that the rivers are not made 

 of rum," exclaimed one of the girls vehemently. 



A genial-faced gentleman who was standing 

 on the opposite side of the bridge overheard 

 the remark, and stepping across to where the 



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