The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-04-19

naauoW snaauoW OF tnel loid church, the little
fellow stYSd with his face pressed
against the arm Of his tattgtsa colt;
sobbing as If his heart would break.
Yet II any one had asked him what
he was crying for he could not have
told them. The light was beginning
to struggle into the child's darkened
heart, but as yet he saw only the
shadows.
Again another day passed, and an
other morning dawiisd, when all ov-
er the great city awokea peal of bells
tha. sounded so joyous, so buoyan., in
the soft spring air, that, IN spite Of
himself, they brought SStHtort to Dick
little saddened heart,
Sunday was Dicks mother" "lying
Off. day, as she called il, and I am
sorry to say Il MaS our little hBsia
''loafng day."
so'sunday afternoon he trotted out
into the sunny streets, watched the
gayly dressed people as they crowded
by basked in the sunlight, and
thought how lovely it all was.
Atlength a procession OF children
attracted lis attention. They were
marching from the, sunday.school
room into the church, singing as they
went. Dick listened. 1t was some.
thing about "Christ," and "Alleluia." ]"
"Ah! it is some good news about
Him, Thought the little fellow, and,
hardly knowing what he was doing,
he followed them in.
Gold and purple lights coming
through the stained-glass windows
filed the church with a soft radiance,
and the air was heavy with the per:
fume Of flowers. -
"Alleulial" sang the children
"Christ that was dead is risen, and il
alive forever evermore!" 9d
Is risen," fepssted the child: "a.
live forevermore," and his eyes shone
like stars.
Again they sang, and again he list.
ened, trying to take in every word
It was the same thing repeated over
and over again:
"Jesus Christ is risen to.day.n-
"Behold He livethl" and when the
last hote died away and the parting
prayer had been said, Dick still eat
there, gazing in front of hin, With
rapt, dreamy eyes, in which the light
of 2 beautiful truth had begun to
dawn.
Teacher" whispered a dear little
girl, who had been watching him,
may give that poor boy some flow.
ers?'
The ready permission being given,
she returned in few moments with
her hands full. g .aaA
"Little boy" she said, shyly, "would
you like these2" #ta
"For me?' asked Dick, stumbling
to his feet. care they for me?"
"Yes, for you," she answered, gain
ing courage. "They are Easter flow.
ers. "Christ is risen,' you know"
"Ahl Christ's flowers, them" said
the boy reverntly. "Thanky, miss. I"
Utterly unconscious Of the curious
eyes ofthe children that were watch.
ing him he trotted down the aisle,
holding fast his precious burden
ButonCe outside in the stfeet bis feet
seemed to have wings, and he never
stopped once until he came breath
lessly up the steep stairs leading TO
the the bare room he called home.
"see, mother" he shouted, 'just
see what Pve got"
They're mighty pretty, child, lin
sure" said the poor woman, moving
her tired head on the pillow to inhale
their grateful fragrance. "Put them
in the jug there. Where did you get
them9"
"They are Cbrist's flowers" said
Dick, busily taking down the cruci-
fix. "He is risen and is alive" he
repeated, as he heard the children
sing 1t.
"What are you doing with that?''
asked his mother, curiously.
"Putting it away" replied the boy,
quietly. "He is alive mother-not
dead" and when his mother looked
again the crucifix was gone, and in
its place were the flowers.
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