The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1877-06-14
Aunt Chloe's Trust in God.

JIG Cuu:Sa q Wn!cA was Tor years
pastor. Though somewhat eccentric,
che was devout, humble Christian.
Hard as was her lot, or gloomy her
prospects, her faith never failed. -
Lord has always cared for me, and he
always will. 1t would be wicked not
to trust him." was her answer to ev-
cry doubt.
Her history was as follows: In
early life che had married man who
proved unworthy of her. Discover
ing bis true character, and that che
had little to hope for in this life, che
was led to seek q treasure in heaven.
The grace of God gave strength for
her day. :.... .-..
When I first knew her, che had
been for many years an explsry
member of the church. Her hus~
band had been long dead. With
very little help from him while liv-
ing, by unceasing toll she had pro-
vided for her family. All were now
gone, and she was left alone.
The oldest son succeeded in get
ting a classical education; entered
the legal profession; located in N.
Miss, and ultimately stood at the
head of his profession in that State.
While literally working his way
through college his mother, in her
deep poverty, aided him to the ut
most of her power. Many day did
she spend in woods and swamps,
gathering roots for the druggists, to
help him in paying for the necessary
books? This was, at least, sixty years
ago, .'..,.
Her other children, as they reached
maturity, had gone from her, and
she was left alone. Of them all,
John, the lawyer, was the only one
who ever made any suitable return
for her care and labor. From him
she received frequent remittances Of
money, and had purchased a small
house, in which, at the time referred
to, she was living alone. ..
At length these remittances ceased
and in the feebleness of old age, no
longer able to labor, she was left
without means of subsistence. But
she was not forsaken. The church
acting on the Gospel principle, pro-
vided for her. Every morning, the
little son of the pastor was sent to
inquire if she was in need of anys
thing. If so, she was supplied.
Very often she spoke of her son
John. "I wonder what has become
of him. I am afraid he is dead. He
was so good to me, sending money
for many years, but now it is, ten
years since I heard from him. But,
then, the Lord reigns, and he will
take care of me as he has always
done. can trust him still" So she
lived on year after year, growing
weaker and more infrm, but still
submissive, trustfull. and cheerful.
When we expressed fears that che
might sicken and die alone, or perish
of cold in the wintry nights, her an
swer was: "When the Lord calls, I
am ready to 60, and in any way he
chooses"
At length, one day in the summer
of 49,, as the hack came from the
depot, a stranger alighted from it at
the hotel, and inquired if an old lady
by the name of F was living in the
village. Receiving directions, he
passed up the street, and entered the
humble dwelling. He found her
alone, bowed under the weight of
eighty years, and almost blind, but
still cheerful. In answer to his in
quiries, she told him that mono OF her
children had done much for her, ex--
cept John; that he had formerly
helped her, but now for ten years she
had heard nothing from him. He
| must be dead. or I should hear from