The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1880-04-01

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poverty brought me here,n rep1ied tht
woman; ''but as am a Kings child
erty.'' A ''oou' Po'
What! What! You a Kings child
anI yet living in Water Street, up twt
h,gnts OF stairs and with such misera
Die people around you ?''
les, sir" answered the invalid
Win smile. "I am a KINGS child
Inc King of Heaven is my Father. and
you know, He giveth His angels charo,
concerning us;' and, with angels eve,
around ME, am always in pleasant
company. l know / am what the worid
,aa1s, na,is very poor, but, really, can moi
s nlake myself feel that am very poor
Ior every day my Father, the King, saws
~ llie All things are yours, and | tel
i1lm every day that lie sees Just how if
Is Win me. And oh! sir, l get such
sweet answers. He says that He will
never leave nor forsake me, and He
tells me to consider the lilies how they
grow He takes all the care of me.
SIR, and | don't borrow any trouble
Even in this world He is going to do
more abundantly than I can ask or
.nlna' apd up yonder there's mansion
"alting for nie.> | often look out of nv
window and up into the sky, on beau
h1ul night like this, and say to myself !:
Its up there!~ It's up therein
How can you knit stockings, ma am.
with those poor fingers of yours, so bent
with the rheumatism?" asked Mr.
Ciaverhouse, as he noticed a little stock
ing on needles lying by her pillow.
"Oh! I'm knitting pair of stockings
Tor sick child on the next fioor-a cry-
ing baby, whose little feet are always
pare. saved the money from two dol
lars that were given me and bought a
little yarn. / ought to do something for
the poor, you know, when so much is
done for me.'
John Claverhouse moved restlessly in
his chair and left suddenly, after prom
ising to call again.
Not many minutes later Aunt Prillv's
bell was pulled violently.
ITS John Claverhouse," she said to
herself; and just then he came in, with
his wallet in his hand.
" Take it! take it!n he said, as he
opened the wallet and dropped fifty dol
lars into Aunt Prilly's lap.
81 found saint,' he added, "and if
she lives week longer at the head of
that rlckety staircase myname ism It John
One day, before the week was gone,
'he " 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
1er mansion up yonder," but the foot
steps of Aunt Prilly and a strong man.
tent by Mr.. Claverhouse, to take her to
new, bright home he had prepared
or her.
And as they laid her on the bed in her
resh little house, her eyes were at once
TO the walls; and there in
beautifully illuminated letters set in a
rame and hung up as a picture. she
cad:
81 will never leave thee nor forsake
hee."
On the other side of the room, in as
'rightly-illuminated letters and in a /
match frame, were the words:
Consider the lilies. -
The next day Aunt Prilly met Mr.. |
,laverhouse, and, laying her hands on
is head, as if she would bless him in
he name of the Lord, she said, in her
enderest tones:
All! John Claverhouse, you found
our saint, and now listen to the
vords of the Master: sInasmuch as We
ave done it unto one of the least of
nese My brethren, We have done it
nto Me. '''-Paul Golden, in N. Y.