McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-04-23

/ the teacher, after happy paufe. 81
will call the school together and dis
miss, then walk oyer 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. s'My May must 60
| home with me in tie morning"
Home 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 carriage awaiting them
there. May was too tired and full of
other thoughts to wonder who knew
of or so kindly expected their coming.
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 a
little wicket gate, just as the sun was
kissing the day good-by and beams of
wondrous glory rested on all the scene
about her, she stood a moment in mute
establishment and then, turning to
Fred. with cry of ecstasy, said, 80,
it is really my same old homei"
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 fashioned rocker stood
awaiting her as it had used to do in
her days of happy girlhood, ''Be seat
ed moment. May, want to tell you
something" said her brother. This
is not my property" he continued, as
May sank into her chair, with a long
drawn quivering breath, and sat try
ing to keep back the tears and to list
en- 10 what he had to say. Il am MAX
ing my home here for the present with
the friend of whom [ told you. He
requested that bring you here for
this first evening anyway. He it is
who has kept this home for you as near
as possible to its former self. He has
been waiting against all discourage
ments and failures in our search for
you. Can you not guess who he is?
Are you willing to forg i've and see
him nowp'
A strange, solemn quiet came over
his listener. at is Philip" she SAID,
.swhere is he?n She was white as the
dead. yet put aside her brothers prof
feIed 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 par
lor where love and JOY awaited her.
Do need to tell you that this Philip
was the hot-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 night? Do 1 need to tell
you who were the bride and groom?
Do need to assure you that Fred.
found glad welcome with them until
he had chosen wife and home of his
oWnp
must not tell YOU too much; for /
want to end this story, so far as the
ceiling is concerned, while these three |
hearts who have by sorrow been ledl4
know the sure friendship and mercy
of God are in their little home unit
ing in thanksgiving to Him who hay
ing guided them through the days of
their trouble has again loaned to them
the blessings of home, friends and
has given back the years of
their Joy and given joy for all years
with the June roses.