The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-03-10
EVERY DAY RELIGION.

The summer boRrders who had linger-
ed latest at a certain mountain inn, were
packing their trunks for departure. With
the bright leaves and the first frosts
although the landscape was lovely and
the air exhilarating, the matrons and
maidens felt themselves beckoned to
town, and already one and another wa
laying aside the holiday feeling, and
beginning to think of all she would have
to do when she took up the old routine
again.
st shall be glad to the last day OF my
life that I came here this year." said Mrs.
Frahl, pale, tired looking woman, to
her friend Mrs. Hilbert. 81 have learned
something from Miss Huldah that nei-
ther sermons nor Sunday-schools ever
taught me, and I think, or at least I
hope, that may get more good from my
Bible in days to come. I've been SO
wearied and worried all my life-you
know nothing about trouble and care,
Mrs. Hilbert, with your devoted husband
and lovely children, and plenty to do
with in the way of money, you ought to
be cheerful of course, but Huldah Brown
is worse off than am, and her religion
helps her."
at ought to help US ALL" replied Mrs.
Hilbert, gently.
'1t's very we'll to say that it ought"
was the answer; "but we both know that
it does not help every one as it helps her.
Look at her now"
Both ladies glanced from the window
to see Miss Huldah making her way slow
ly by the aid of her crutch to a garden
seat under great golden maple. Troop
ing around her we're nearly all the chill
dren in the house, some frolicking in
front, others dancing by her side, one
carrying a hassock for her feet, another a
pillow to make an easier rest for her
back. Presently she was established in
her favorite place, and the children ar
ranging themselves about her in various
attitudes, she began telling them story.
"Huldah is poor and plain and lame.
She has no specially shining qualities,
and nobody ever heard of her outside
very narrow circle" said Mrs Frahl; shut
she has simply been an angelic presence
in this hotel all summer. Think OF the
quiet, peaceful Sunday afternoons we've
had, because she chose to hold Bible
class for these young people out there
ON the lawn-a class which drew into it
not the children only, but the gay girls
and the young fellows from college.
Think of our Sunday evenings, when
we've gathered in the dining room, and
had such charming hours Of praise all
because Miss Huldah set things in prop
or frame, knew whom to enlist, who
could sing, who could play, and which
we're the hymns that everybody knew.
Think of how ready she has been to
make strangers acquainted with one
another, and to set shy people at ease
Think of the books she has lent, and the
old ladies she has amused. Why, she
hasn't seemed to think once Of herself all
these weeksp
"There is a charm OF manner about the
little woman" Mrs. Hilbert sssented
thoughtfully. "But why may we not at
tribute it all to natural amiability? Why
do you set the whole credit down to re-
ligion, as if hers were more pronounc-
ed affair than that OF others"
Il peeped over her shoulder yesterday,
when she had her Everyday text book
in her hand, and this was the verse: I'm
the multitude of thy thoughts within me