The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1876-01-27
Something Else There.

A pair of little feet clambering up the
steps of shady piazza a pair of little
hands bearing a small, well-filled basket;
a sweet child's face, rosy and earnest.
The basket was rested for a moment
upon the upper step, and a pair of soft,
grave eyes Peered through the halfclOsed
blinds Of the nearest window. The hall
door was open and lady came from the
room to welcome the diminutive mes
senger. g Good morning, Dewy; pretty
well loaded, aren't you? Shall / take
it ?" And she extended her hand for
the basket. The little fellow gave it to
her, also the kiss for which she had bent
smilingly. 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. Did
she ?' laUghingly responded the lady.
q Yes, ma'am l asked her And she
said 1 must tell her If Uncle Fred is any
better Is II Ee 9uefiel, sFeaks gg
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. "0h, Uncle Fred,
you are better! cause yesterday you
didn't speak to me; you had your eyes
shut" Yes, Dewy, am better, but 1
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 dressed chicken,
some fruit, and jar of cream. Some
thing else there said Dewy. Aunt Ria
shook the napkin and glanced again into
the basket. q don't see anything else.
What was it, dear ?" g Something you
can't take out" returned Dewy, very
gravely. Uncle Fred laughed quite
heartily for a sick man at what he con-
sidered his small nephew's joke. " sup
pose you mean the bottom of the basket,
Dewy," he said. No, Uncle Fred, I
don t, +" replied the child with decision.
" 1t was something my mother put in
there. It was a prayer" " It was
what ?" asked both relatives at once.
A prayer. | saw my mother put it in
You can't take it out, but God cam
What a strange notion" said Aunt
Ria. " Well, / guess it's 50, murmured
Uncle Fred. Course it's SC" repeated
Dewy. 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 prayer. That's the
way she does lots Of times, and she puts
prayer IN my crib every night"
DeWy's mother had told him to return
Immediately; so, after taking "iust one
peep" at his baby cousin, who Law sleep
in another room, he departed. His ac-
tive, earnest footsteps were still sounding
upon the stone walk when Uncle Fred
remarked: That putting in a prayer,
as Dewy calls ii, Is just like Madge, al
though never gave it thought before.
| really believe she never does the least
thing without praying over it. She is
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 a 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
convalesce as soon SIS Madge had assisted
in attending them, though it were only
for night. I noticed that thing par
ticularly, and it did seem so; but I be-
heve 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 nervOusIy.
" Maria" said he, 8" have never vet
dropped a prayer into our baby's cradle.
I am a miserable, uHgrateful wretch
and if l ever get to heaven it will be be-
cause a sisters prayers have kept me
within the reach of mercy / think her
prayers must have saved my life once
before your care and her prayers will
raise me from this illness but now be-
heve it time that l began to call upon
the Lord for myself. Dewy has given
me a key" he resumed. after a brief in
teryai, that anl0cks Madge's whole
life, and view her character now in its
true life. used to regard her as alb
surdly conscientious, but now / know
that she is a child of God. The key
which Dewv 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,
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
was also won by Calvary's simple story,
so old and yet so new-sO wonderful
Something else there, they frequently
say to each other, cor, if there is not,
there ought to be )" and Dewy's remark,
once 50 perplexing, has aided them more
than any other uninspired word to per
form cheerfully the duties expected of
those who humbly follow Christ.-Cbrjs-
tiGR at H0rk.