The Red Cloud chief., 1880-04-08
There e. m name - sweet on earth,
No name 80 sweet a. Jesus.

There e. M name - sweet on earth,
No name 80 sweet a. Jesus
"a saint up here. I'm afraid! A
saint at the top Of this shaky, wretched
staircase!" said John C~lsverhouse "a
himself Again there came TO his ears
There 1. NO name so sweet on earth.
No name - sweet ~ Jesus
81 must go in! I must 60 int" hs
said, nervously.
He tapped; and, hearing q faint, sof,
answer, Come" he walked in.
A face bearing the marks Of severe
suffering, and yet serene, looked smil.
ingiy up at him from . poor old bed
stead-as poor and old as the rest OF
the scanty furniture.
"How do you do, ma'am," he asked,
rather abruptly, for he was not used u
visiting the poor.
"MOre comfortable that usual, sir.
Thank you, kind stranger, for coming
in To see me. l am alone nearly all the
time. Poverty, you know, attracts few
friends. Please take . chair nea the
fire. A very poor fire it is for so raw
and chilly an evening, but 1t is . fire.
For the first time in his life John
Clayerbouse felt embarrassed in the
presence Of proverty.
"Why she's q lady; and I'm afraid
she's a saint!r ' he said To himself, as he
drew q chair to her bedside and sat
down.
"Do tell me, ma'am, how you came
here?'' he said.
well, sir, ! suppose must say that
poverty brough. me here" replied the
woman; "but as | am a Kings child,
l dislike very much to talk about pow.
erty."
"What! What! You a Kings child,
and yet living in Water Street, up two
flights of stairs and with such misera-
BILE people around you ?"
ayes, sir" answered the invalid,
with a smile. 81 am a Kings child.
The King Of Heaven is my Father, and,
you know, He giveth His angels charge
concerning u.s. and, with angels ever
around me, | am always in pleasant
company. I know l am what the world
calls very poor, but, really, I can not
make myself feel that / am very poor,
for every day my Father, the King. says
to me 'All things are yours and I tell
Him every day that He sees just how it
is with me. And oh! sir, l get such
sweet answers. He says that He will
never leave o forsake me, and He
tells me to consider the lilies how they
grow He takes all the care of me,
sir, and I don't borrow any trouble.
Even in this world He is going to do
more abundantly than I can ask or
Think and up yOnder there's a mansion
waiting for me. / often look out of my
window and up into the sky, en- a beau
tiful night like this, and say to myself:
Its up there! It's up there!'"
"HOw al you knit stockings, ma'am,
with those poor fingers of yours, so bent
with the rheumatismp" asked Mr..
Claverhouse, as he noticed a little stock
ing on needles lying by her pillow.
"Oh! I'm knitting q pair of stockings
for a sick child on the next flOor-a cry
ing baby, whose little feet are always
bare. l saved the money from two dol
lars that were given me and bought q
little yarn. l ought to do something for
the poor, you know, when SO much is
done for me-"
John Cl~averhOuse moved restlessly in
his chair and left suddenly, after prom
Using to call again.
Not many minutes later Aunt Prilly's
bell was pulled violently.
"It's John Claverhouse," she said to
herself; and just then he came in, with
his wallet in his hand.
"Take it! take it," he said, as he
opened the wallet and dropped fifty dol
lars into Aunt Prilly's lap.
81 found q saint" he added, /" and if
she lives a week longer at the head of
that rickety staircase myname isn't John
Cl~averhouse."
One day, before the week was gone,
the Kings child" as she lay on her
bed. considering the lilies. heard foot
steps on the rickety staircase-not the
footsteps of angels, come to take her to
her "mansion up yonder," but the foot
steps of Aunt Prilly and a strong man,
sent by Mr.. Claverhouse, to take her to
a new, bright home he had prepared
for her.
And as they laid her on the bed in her
fresh little house, her eyes were at once
attracted TO the walls; and there in
beautifully illuminated letters set in a
frame and hung up as a picture, she
81 win never leave thee nor forsake
On the other side of the room, in as
brightly illuminated letters and in a
match frame, were the words:
"Consider the lilies"
The next day Aunt Prilly met Mr..
Claverhouse, and, laying her hands on
his head, IS if she would bless him in
the name of the Lord, she said, in her
tenderest tones:
"Ah! John Claverhouse, you found
your saint, > and now listen to the
words of the Master: 'Inasmuch as We
have done it unto one of the least of
these MY brethren, We have done it
unto Me. '"-Pam Golden, in N. Y.
Independent.