Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1886-06-18

ne with a few stammerinp wor,s
vera The Will, or wishes for happiness.
wbich 'ne only manifestations of homage
t. , sn,s Offer. the shss poor r.es sis!gPl' i, resa ma
with that sweet. nnconso us gitts
which belonged to hac grmce
and never failed to urge the donor to taks
cup OF coffee or chocolate. or n warn
oIeaRtase, which profer was always per-
he@ionri ahillne q iar mo 81 no,m sta@mered
eniel from one hand to the other. his rest.
less eyes seeking to fix themselves an~.
"nsie DuG on the beautiful woman's face.
ana MS %il-shapen body TREMBLING from,
nena 10 foot-"no return expected.
and MadI tha fa ~ as sh q hs9iy-day in the church,
n thanks to me; thank Him who made
the owe grow; 1 lave only done nv
duty.-thea assistant organist never fnrgets
ms duty-some day, madam-well madam
the assistant organist has expectations. I
may may as wei say, it, madam-oh, madam
good morning. must not t%resnass:D
IN gatheriug up his cranky limbs, which
seemed to be lying around loose. he sham
pied out OF the gate, his seedy coat hutter.
ing behind him, like the pendant rags of q
SCdle.CfOW.
Lent was far advanced when one morn.
ing John made a donation of flowers to
the pretty widow. After rendering them
with great ceremony, he fingered in the
doorway, alternately contemplating his
trembling hands and the mat under his
feet. A
Can I do any thing for you. john"
embarrassment.
"Madame," said he. with great dignity.
m feelings have been lacerated-the
pride of the assistant %oreanist has been
his utterance thickened with increasing
emotion. "People should remember that
a man with great expectations should not
be triled with"
"Who has hurt you, John?" interrupted
the widow.
"Madame-a Bishop-yes, madame, and
a High Church Bishop, too, SO much the
too high for that low low low
am l~isten;" and he stopped close
to her ear-s'this morning l stepped up to
hand the Bishop out of his carriage-
what do YOU think, madam" and John
drew himself to such n height that he
stood on tip.toe-"he tossed me a quarter
"a quarterw This was fairly Kissed out.
"Ah-some day when I ride in nv own
carriage, will a High Church Bishop toss
me- quarter? No-no-but madam" and
again he bent over her earl retained
words lie turned and shufled away SO
rapidly that the passers-by thought John
was suffering from unusual alteration
Of mind that day.
Good Friday came at last, with its ten.
der services n habiliments Of tragic
sorrow The black pail and tho crown of
thorns covered the altar, and the silent
Vr0oaccSnnov aud c01orp~ oh ~, ~o~n-o
the way for the ,%rector's sermon. The
pretty widow sat praverfully and calmly
in her pew, and Johns face wore an ex-
preston of unusual enrnestness. The
rector assembled the pulpit. "My friends
said he. tive must not forget that 1t is
BILE. The sorrows of this day give us the
divine joy of the Easter morn. In OUT
own experience we are like the early Dis.
ciples-we do not look beyond the pres
emit suffering to the eternal weight OF
glory which is to come. They believed
Are we not alike cufpahle, lear friends:
Do we not say in our hours of trial and an.
guish that our Lord is far from us? We
must needs pass through the valley of hu.
initiation before we reach the heights Of
bliss which are being prepared for US. and
you. my friends, whose lives are so full o.
hard conditions that your daily bread
comes only by unceasing toll; is 1t no
well for Won TO remember that the very
privations which press you here are thu
educators for that better life. which i.
yours through faith? Tribu!a.ion mean.
polishing-the diamond in it's rough state
bears on it's face no promise of the beauty
which dazzles the bsholder after it has
been subjected to the polishing wheel-the
tribulation, but after it has been put under
.the wheel Of tribulation, it radiates with
light, not the light which originates ir
II skz~IG l.-A ALL - A. -I--s-.
light without. As the polished diamond
reflects the sun, SO your souls, polished or
the wheel of tribulation. shall reflect thu
light of the Sun Of Righteousness. Thu
youth who is to come into a great estate
submits to his guardians until he is ready
for his inheritance. Can you not submit
yourselves to the guardianship Of tina
One who is fitting you for a great estate
To-day-this day-Good Friday, He hatl
opened the Kingdom Of Heaven to all be-
lievers.n
When.the service was ended John Mer.
val remained motionless in his seat. The
oroanist had retired without the usua
.'Marche de Sortta.'' and the congregation
passed slowly out of the church. Wher
the echoing tread of feet on the steps wa.
no longer heard. the cripple, whose un'
steadMess Of gait see4n increased by pain
full emotion, moved irresolutely down tn.
aisle, and stood in front Of a large window
The rays of the weste-ing sun, colored anG
reflected by the stained glass, threw a
halo of glory over pew and aisle. while
here aud there the black drapery oil
the chancel was Illuminated by a flood Of
golden and crimson light, as il it sought t.
typiry the approaching s%plendors 81
Easter, and to cover the terrors of death
with the triumphant glories of the Resur'
%rection. The window represented the
Master when he set a little child in the
midst of his disciples, and beneath the
picture was inscribed the text: "Excepi
We be converted and become as little chill
dren, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom
of Heaven"
The cripple gazed long and earnestly al
the picture before him, now and then &
%convulsive tremor of his whole frame be.
traying q consciousness of understanding
Of its hitherto uncomprehended signif'
canoe. Turning slowly, and leaning fol
support upon the side Of the pew he gazed
up and down the solemn aisles and heav-
lily -drnped chancd. Everywhere Christ's
deathl Everywhere floods Of glorious
light! Suddenly Frustrating himself be-
fore the window, he exclaimed, in a voice
broken by piteous sobs: "Lord Jesus, ]
am weaker than a little child!"
The gorgeous coloring which had pene'
trated to almest every part of the cathe.
dral, gradually died away, and the soft
evening light fell like a benediction ovel
tho r,.d nd old odifca The ractOr. aS was