Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-04-16

Il board with Farmer Brown,
said the teacher, after happy pause.
II will call the school together and
dismiss, then walk over with you to
the farm
Fred must make haste with his
business and could not be persuaded
To leave his sister here:
Find some one else to finish her
school, he said. my Mag must go
home with me in the morning
Homel Oh, none but those who
have tried life, without it can realize
how much of Joy and hope and com
fort that little word signifies. And
the poor, lone, weary school-teacher
was going home.
When at the close of the third day
of travel they reached their station
and found a carriage awaiting them
there, May was too tired and full OF
other thoughts to wonder who knew
of or so kindly expected their com
ing.
But when, after driving through
the streets of the large town that had
taken the place of the little village in
which she had lived in those old days,
she was lifted out of the carriage at
little wicker gate, just as the sun was
kissing the day goodby and beams
of wondrous glory rested on all the
scenes about her, she stood moment
in mute establishment, and then turn
ing to Fred with a cry of ecstasy,
said 20, it is really my same old
home'
Slowly May passed up the walk, as
if treading on holy ground The
roses clustered in their fragrant beauty
and about the wide porch as Of yore
and Mays old-fashIoued rocker stood
awaiting her as it had used to do in
her days of happy girlhcod. BE
seated here one moment, May. | want
TO tell you something said her
brother. This Is not my property, "
he continued, as May sank into her
chair, with long drawn quivering
breath, and sat trying TO keep back
the tears and to listen TO what he had
to say. II am making my home here
for the present with the friend of
whom / told you. He requested that
/ bring you here for this first evening
any way. He it is who has kept this
home for you as near as possible to its
former self. He has been waiting
against all discouragements and fail
ures in our search for you. Can you
not guess who he is? Are you willing
to forgive and see him now2'
A strange, solemn quiet came over
his listener "It is Philip" said she;
"where is hel" She was white as the
dead, yet put aside her brothers prof
fered arm and found her way as if by
instinct or angel guidance, for she
walked as If not seeing whittier she
went, into the little old-fashioned
parlor where both love and JOY await
ed her.
Do l need tell you that this Philip
was the ot-headed lover who had
rushed off to the war after their bitter
parting in that June so long ago.
Do | need to add that there was a
quiet wedding just after prayer meet
ing at the little chapel across the
street that night2 Do | need to tell
you who were the bride and groom2
Do / need to tell you that Fred
found glad welcome with them until
he had chosen wife and home of his
own2
| must not tell you too much; for |
want to end this story, so far as the
telling is concerned, while these three
hearts who have by sorrow been led
to know the sure friendship and mer-
cy of God are in their little home INIT
ing in thanksgiving to Him who,
having guided them through the days
of their trouble, has again loaned to
them the blessings of home, friends
and happiness, has given back the
years of their JOY and given joy for
all years-with the June roses.