The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1874-12-17

little jiggetty thing widout the maxim,
Of lady in YEP An says She, 'Biddy, it's
no character yen git An says I, I'D not
take character from ye. Faith an wad
have dacent folks know I'd been sthoppin'
wild We at ahl.' An whilst we was uonsooltin,'
himself comes home, an says he, "Mairy.
an says she, 'What% Coon up here,' says
he. And oop she whit"
Here the minister succeeded in making him.
self heard:
| 81 must go now, but here is my address ON
this card. IF you will come to the house
tomorrow | will what can be done for
you" But as he spoke he sighed to think
how many more were just as badly off.
! "God bless you," said the chdren's
mother, "and all the rest who have been SO
good to us.'1
Shy little Molly, hugging her precious doll
in one arm, looked lovingly into the minis
| ter's face, and Ted frowned threatenngly at
Biddy, saying;
sect along with you, blagardn' the
praste."
"An' is it praste ye are, hiritic praste?'
said Biddy, suddenly overcome; Il AK yer
riverence's pardon, but made sure We were
sfther the rint.n
Al down the black staircase she followed
him with her blessings, and the last he heard
as he gained the sidewalk was bark from
Towser, quickly changed into yelp as his
mistress kicked him from the step, saying:
BAD luck to ye, ye ill-mannered baste, to
bark at his reverence behind his back"
Now if this were fairy story, what a beau
tiful ending we could give it! The minister
should 20 home and send out the ringers to
ring the great bells, and the trumpeters to
blow the trumpets, and call the people
together. And when they crowded wonder
ing into the church he should stand up with
tears in his eyes, and burning words upon his
lips, to tell them of the strange and dread
full thing. That right there, among the
splendid marts Of business, and in sight of
their comfortable homes, two fearful ogrcs,
called cold and hunger, were prowling about,
and devouring alive scores of men and
women and helpless little children.
And he would call upon them for the love
of God to come without an instants delay TO
fight these eruel beasts and drive them out
of the land And all the people should shud-
der to hear of such horror, and they should
leave their songs and their dances and their
merry making and bring their gold and their
silver and their costly garments and give
them all to buy weapons to fight the ogres.
The rich should bring Of their abundance, and
even those who had very little should find
they could spare something or give up some
thing, and so an immense army, with
a dozen Great Hearts TO lead, should
20 out and drive the ogrcs away beyond
the north pole into the land Of Nord-
leichshein, where the people are only shad-
ows and live on icicles and hoar frost And
the good genii should wave their magic
wands over the rckety old houses and bare,
dirty yards, and the loveliest little homes
should spring up, full of warmth and happi-
ness, where not even the naughtiest children
ever heard of the ogres or shuddered lest they
should fall into their dreadful clutches
But, all me this isn't fairy story, and cold
and hunger are still abroad in the land, and
people eat and drink and make merry and
take little thought about it. Neither you nor
l can bring cheer and comfort to all these
desolate homes, but we can each do httie,
and that is the way the sunbeams brighten
all the world And if the bells do not ring or
the tr,mpets sound or the heralds proclaim
crusade, there is proclamation from the
King of Kings, made ages ago. which stands
good to day:
BLESSED is he that conside,efb The poor: tie
Lord miU remember linn IN time Of tro,tbte.
Where dawn in light unsnadoweu
The years of Gods right hand,
These words of benedction
Thy welcome home shall be,
Thy deeds OF love and mercy
Have all been done to Me.
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