Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1878-03-21

little hand he held, he knew he must resign
them soon, and give them to the grave, and
when the big tears forced themselves away
and fell upon her face, she raised her blue
eyes up and said. "Dear father, do not
wcep-fm only going to mother and my
other Father that [ love so WE'LL" Oh how
his voice choked as he asked, "My love,
who taught you this% "You, father.
You'll not be angry if l tell you now. You
know the pretty place where l so often
went, down by the run-and it was just last
summer-that you went and fixed Il pretty
seat for me, and did not let me know. So
when | went and found it there / wondered
who did make it, and [ thought it might be
chance. sui then it was so nice a place to
rest my head, the moss stool for my feet,
the pretty cushion for my little hand. and
then | cried out. Father made it, and l sat
me down to think of it, and how chance
made the world, that pretty little valley and
the run, h trees, the flowers, the birds,
and everything. And, oh! it seemed SO
strange. | knew when we done things by
chance twas almost always wrong, and [
did wonder how he made all these so nice
and right, and then made us with eyes to
see, and ears, and mouth, and feet to go
about. My little hand seemed wrong, but
then the other one could lift it up and help
me eat and yon loved it the best. And
then l minded what mother used to say:
'Who made you, dear?' and then babe me
say, God : and then l knew there was a
God, and that He made me and all the
world. Oh! how l cried for Joy and longed
to tell you, but l feared you would be
angry, or would prove it was not true.
Then, after that, l got the key Of mothers
desk, aud to see if l could find something
about God. l found her Bible there and
took it down to read in my arbor you had
made. Just at the first it said, God made
the world, and that it was all dark, and
then His spirit moved upon the waters, He
said, Let there be light, and there was
light and just as l looked up the bright
light from the waves flashed in my eyes,
and then l knew Gods light was on the
waters yet. Oh father, dear, it is so grand
to think of God. Promise me, father, dear,
youth take my Bible and 60 down and read
it there when I Am gone and you can hear
Him whispering in the tree tops, or talking
in the thunder when it rolls. All every
little bird and fish and flower will tell you
that He made them. How could chance
make these tiny little fibres which drink the
light and heat and moistures to make them
look so beautiful? And oh !! God is SO good
and great, and terrible sometimes! But
when we sinned, and he was angry with us,
then He sent His SON to die tor us. You
know. dear father, when they came to take
poor John to Jail, you Went his bail and
paid his debt, and then tiley let him go.
Well, Nancy told me this was just the way
that Chri,t went bail for us, and then it
cost his lie. But you will read it, father
dear and learn it all, and come to mother
when you die, and lest you should forget it,
promise me you will take my little hand
when l am dead and cut it off. Nay, father,
dear. it will not hurt me then, and put it IN
a lar up in your library, and often look at it
and think if chance could make so strange a
thing and give it sense to love you SO. See,
father. dear-see there is Gods great light
lust setting now-this light that rules the
day. What glorious curtains He has drawn
around to make it beautiful for us to look
upon! But, father, you will keep my little
hand? ~ l saw the heaving OF his breast,
and felt it was Il scene no eye should witness
but that One on high, and quietly went out.
X x
When next I saw dear Lizzie she was