The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1885-09-09
Dot and Dimple.
By N. E. sERyoss.

Dot and Dimple were two twins-two
dear little roundfaced tots who
were always "as happy as the day
was long" until papa was sick.
1t was such queer sickness; he did
not go to bed, and have a doctor, and
take medicine and get well; but when
he came home from his work he couldn' t
walk or stand straight, and he would
stagger aud talk so loudly that Dot and
Dimple were afraid, and would hide
away. And poor mamma must have
been afraid, too, because she often had
tears in her eyes, and looked so sorry all
the time.
And then papa went to bed, and slept
and slept way into the next day, and
when it was most dinner time he would
wake up with such dreadful headache,
and be so cross, that Dot and Dimple
would run out of doors and stay and
stay what seemed hours to them, and
when they would 90 into the house papa
would be gone.
One day they asked mamma why he
didn't have a doctor come and cure him
when he was so sick; and mamma look
ed so sorry that the twins wished they
had not mentioned it. because, my
darlings," she answered, "there is not a
doctor in this whole big city who can
cure this kind of sickness" And Dot
and Dimple could not play any more
that day for thinking what dreadful
thing it. is to have a sickness that no
doctor could cure.
The next day was Sunday, and as the
twins walked into Sunday, school hand
in hand they found the whole school in
buzz of anticipation, aad the cause
was soon learned. The Rev. DIR. Blank
was in their city, and would address
their school that very afternoon. He
is so goodp said one; So very smart"
said another; $50 kindl" He loves
childrenw Zone the most learned men
in the worIdp' The air seemed full of
his praises, and that last sentence they
caught gave Dot and Dimple an idea.
They looked at each other.
"Would you dare?" said Dot.
'I'd do anything to make papa well, "
said Dimple, bravely.
"And he is a doctor, too. Let's do
it," said Dot.
And so, when the speech was ended
and school out, two little white faces
looked up to the great d. D., and timid
voice inquired:
please, Mr.. Doctor, do you know
anything that can make folks well that
can't be cured2"
"Who is it that can't be cured F'
Please, sir, it is our papa; he staggers
and can't walk straight, and sleeps and
sleeps, and has such headaches, and is
so cross that he amt bit like he was
when we were little and he was well,
and mamma says there is not doctor
in this city who can cure him; and the
people said you lived in another city
and so smart that we thought we would
ask you You will cure him, won't
you?'
And the reverend doctor, with sus-
picious moisture in his eyes, and note
book in his hand, told the little pleaders
that he would write prescription that
would cure their father if he would only
take the medicine.
Home they ran with their wonderful
prize, and found their father just re-
covering from one of his spells, feeling
as if the chains of the evil one were
dragging him down to destruction and
he could not break away.
80, papa, papa. you can be cured !;
the great doctor said so; we told him
mamma said there was no doctor in this
city could cure you, and asked him if
he couldn't, and he gave us this paper
and said if you would only take the
medicine it would be sure to make you
well. o, papa, we are SO gladp'
And off they ran to tell the good news
to mamma.
With mingled curiosity and anger the
father opened the prescription, and
read these words:
"The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth
| from all sin"
The Lord has said, "My Word shall
not return unto to me void;" and when
Dot and Dimple peeped into the room a
while after they saw their father on his
knees with kis face buried in his hands.
They never knew how it came about, or
when or where he got the medicine;
but this they do know, that ever since
then their father has been well. And
so they thank God every day, and are
happy.-The Pioneer.