The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1876-01-28

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"A pair of little feet clambering up tn
steps of a shady piazza; a pair of ittl
hands bearing small, welLfilled basket
sweet child's face, rosy and earnest
The basket was rested for a momen
upon the upper step, and pair of seft
grave eyes peered through the half-closec
! blinds of the nearest window. The hall
door was open ai.d a, lady came from the
room to welcome the diminutive mes
senger. = Good morning, Dewy; pretty
well loaded, areast you2 Shall [ take
the basket. The little fellow gave it to
her, also the kiss for which she had bent
| snailingIy.l -" Aunt Ria, it's for Uncle
Fred but my mother says you can have
some of it." he said, as he pattered after
her into the pleasant sitting room. 'tDid
she ?n laughingly responded the lady.
g Yes, ma'am l asked her. And she
said must tell her if nele Fred is any
better. Is he ?'' he queried, speaking
low and trying to edge himself up on the
lounge. "Come in here and see, Dewy,"
came in Uncle Fred's own voice from
the bedroom adjoining. Dewy quickly
slipped from his perch and almost ran
across the room. Oh, Uncle Fred,
you are better Cause yesterday you
didn't speak TO me; you had your eyes
shut" " Yes, Dewy, l am better, but l
must not kiss you yet, pet. Just let me
| hold your hands. Now, Aunt Ria. let
us see what's in the big basket the little
man tugged all the way up the hill"
Aunt Ria took out a dressed chicken,
some fruit, ard jar of cream. "Some-
thing else there, said Dewy. Aunt Ria
shook the napkin and glanced again into
| the basket. /" l don't see anything else.
What was it, dear ?" Something you
can't take ont" returned Dewy, very
gravely. Uncle Fred laughed quite
heartily for sick man at what he con-
sidered his small nephew's joke. "1 sdp
pose you mean the bottom of the basket,
DeWy," he said. No, Uncle Fred, l
dOn't, !" replied the child with decision
q 1t was something my mother put in
there. 1t was prayer" " 1t was
what ?' asked both relatives at once
GA prayer. | saw my mother put it in.
You can't take it out, but God can
What a strange notion" said Aunt
Ria. Well, guess it's so,' murmured
Uncle Fred. Course it's SO" repeated
Dewy. al saw my mother from the
window. Fore she put on the napkin
she looked up sO"-turning his sweet
face upward" and said something low,
and know it was a prayer That's the
way she does lots of times, and she puts
IN, -
Dewy's mother had told him to return |
peep" at his baby cousin, who Law sleep |
in another room, be departed. His ac-
tive, earnest footsteps were still sounding |
upon the stone walk when Uncle Fred |
remarked: That putting in prayer,
as Dewy calls it, is just like Madge, al |
though / never gave it a thought before. |
/ really believe she never does the least
thing without praying over it. She is a
good creature, if there ever was one; yet,
when we youngsters were all at home
together, we boys used to tease her un-
mercifully sometimes about her religion,
Grandmother used to say" he added,
after brief silence, "that Madge was
the extreme good or bad luck to others,
and once she startled us all by declaring
that whoever was i'll among the neigh
bors either died immediately or began to
as soon as Madge had assisted
in attending them, though it were only
for a night. l noticed that thing par
and it did seem SO; but 1 be-
lieve now that nothing more superna-
tural than her prayers was the bottom of
it. The invalid remained in deep
thought and with closed eyes so long
that his wife thought him sleeping ); but
suddenly he looked up, his brow
troubled, his lips working nervously.
g Maria" said he, 81 have never yet
dropped prayer into our baby's cradle.
l am a miserable, ungrateful wretch
and if ever get to heaven it will be be-
cause a sisters prayers have kept me
within the reach of mercy. 1 think her
prayers must have saved my life once
before; your care and her prayers will
raise me from this illness but now / be-
lieve it time that l began to call upon
the Lord for myself. Dewy has given
me key" he resumed, after brief in
terval, "that uhlocks Madge's whole /;
life, and view her character now in its
true life. l used to regard her as alb
surdly conscientious, but now l know
that she is child of God. The key ;
which Dewy in childish simplicity and
trust gave so earnestly to his uncle that
bright summer morning has brought to (
the eyes of the latter more than one
beautiful revelation. God did take the |
mute petition from that little basket, s
and he changed it into anthems of {
praise. The praying sister soon clasped (
the brothers hand in hers and pointed '
out the path that led to the precious ,
cross. The heart of the sister and wife 5
was also won by Calvary's simple story, I
20 old and yet so new-so wonderful '
= Something else there they frequently !
say to each other, cor, if there is not, |
here ought to be-" and Dewy's remark,
,nce 50 perplexing, has aided them more
han any other uninspired word to per-
orm cheerfully the duties expected of ]
hose who humbly follow Christ Chris '
ian at Work &