The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1866-03-15

and would they comfort and give
him strength nowl
Where there is afflictiou in q
house the minister is at home. -
Mr.. Allan entered without knock.
ing, andsmade his way to the large,
old fashioned kitchen in which he
was sure to find the family.
There, by table, with his arms
folded and laid heavily upon it, sat
Mr.. Owen. His wife was in a
small rocking chair by the fire, and
Blossom, ayoung girl, sat between
them.
Mr.. Oven rose to welcome him;
so did Blossom but tho wife did
not notice Aim-sho sat still, rock.
ing herself to and fro, looking at
the blazing wood.
Mr.. Allan put n hand in the
brawny one that was hold out to.
ward him, and laid the other on
Mr.. Ovens breast. "My iriondl'
he said, show is it with decrces of
God Z"
} "Just and true are all thy ways,
thou King of Saints" faltered the
man.
There was something strange in
} his voice--a thin, womanly sound,
, so unlike the deep, stentorian tones
in which he had always spoken he.
fore. Mr.. Allan, when he heard
it. almost felt rs if it had dealt him
ia blow.
"Thank God! lie has not then
forsaken you, and from the depths
of this deep trouble you can still
sag, "The Maker ofall doeth we'll, >
"Yes, yes;"-and for an instant
there glimmcred from his dull eye
a spark of the old controversial iiIe
lyon don't suppose have held
on to that anchor when the skies
were cloudlcss, and the little waves
just rocked my bark, to let alone
OF it now-now, when the great
waves and billows are going over
me, do you I've planted it firm,
and it don't yield no, it don't
yield, but tho strain is TERRIBLE
God send it may carry me into
port ; oh, Mr. Allan, so it will
1t has seemed to me to day SO dark
so wonderful, so inscrutable, that
hc,--my Bennie Mr.. Allan there
is good, wise purpose behind it
all. Can you see III"
"To bring you nearer tho king.
dom." said the minister.
"Oh, don't tell me that, can't
bear it. God is too wise; he
knows hundred such souls rs
mine are not worth one of B.nnie's.
| can suffer if ! am too great a sin.
ner for Gods grace to save, but
Bennie! i have sat here all day,
since the news came. wondering;
wondering, he was so good a son."
and Mr., Ovens voice grew almost
inarticulate with emotion. "Such
a dear, precious, noble boy! 4,
thought, when | gave him to his
country, that not n father in all
this broad land made so precious
a gift--not one. God forgive me
if my grief is sin. Mr.. Allan,
the dear boy only slept n minute,
just one little minute, at his post
| know that was all. for Pennie
never dozed over n duty. How
prompt and reliable he wash" a I'd
Mr.. Owens eye wandered out over
the brown fields, with such per.
picked, wondering look. 81 know
he only fell off one little second he
was so young, and not strong,Athat
boy of mine. Why, he was as tall
as |, and only eighteen? and now
they shoot him because he was}i
found asleep whom doing sentinci q
,i.ty.'' MIR. Owen repeated these /
wor1s very slowly, as if endeavor. 4
ng to find out their true meaning. t
'Twenty-four hours, the telegraph
said only twenty-four hours. - q
Where is Bennie now!" {
"We will hope with his Heaven. 6
y Father" said Allan, soothing O
y. n
"Yes yes, let us hope I; God is h
'ery merciful. and Bennie was so {
,ood--I do not mean holy" he a
aid, correcting himself sharply, "
there is none holy; no, not one, a
mt Jesus died for sinners. Mr.. fl
Allan, tell me that. Oh, Bennie, "
3ennie !" a
The mother raised herself as she Ii
card his name called, and turning,
aid with q smile: G
Don't call so loud, father, Ben 81
lie is not far of, he will come
oon." I
"God laid his hand on thom pi
9th, you see," said Mr.. Owen b
ointing to her, without making m
ny direct reply. "She has not IL
cen justly herself since. 1t ia a st
,erciful thing she is sort Of stun. n,
ed, it seems to me she makes no "
,ail. Poor mother if my heart nj
as not broken it would almost r
i'll me to sec her so. Bennie was
err idol. told her often, God 81
ad said, Thou shalt havo ne gods Iii
efore me-" til
Mr.. Allan looked in astonish. BY
lent at the bowed man as he came fly
nd now stood before him. These er
w hours has done the work of as
ears. The sinewy frame was fal
'ttering, the eyes were dimmed, lo'
nd the sudden sorrows had writ, III
N itself in deep wrinkles all over it
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