St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1891-10-22

were standing, basket on arm, among
the Struggling weeds and brlars
which lined the neglected pathway
to the deacon's door, arrested by
pair of dogs, who had evidently been
taking lessons from their master in
growing A brieht-faced, but i'll
clad little lad, barefoot even in this
cold wea Their, came to the door, and
drove the dogs back to their snuggery
under the porch, and the two kings
| Daughters" entered.
The situation was even worse than
the doctors information had led
them to anticipate. The coal-house
was empty, but for bushel or two
of slack" and 1.-The cupboard was
bare as that of "Old Mother Hub
bard" The children were neglected,
and the incoherent talk of the sick
man convinced them that his affairs
were stra1tened.
'All things are yours, and We are
Christ's, and Christ is Gods eJacu-
lated the sick man, again and again.
Then after a pause, he would moan,
mo that amt it. NOthln's mine,
and | am Christ's, and Christ is
Gods. Yes, Christ is Gods, that's
! Scripture; an | m Christ's, that's
| Scripture too; but that nothin's
mine amt no Scripture. That's all
along of son Toms fault. No"-al-
most with a scream-"It wash 1t
| Toms fault, nuther. Tom was
good boy, and it was jist bad luck,
that's what it was. But I've paid 1t.
Who says it amt paid ?"
Nobody says it is not paid said
Edith, gently. Jesus died and paid
it all, all the debt 1 owe
"Jesus-paid-it-all ?" queried the
deacon, wanderingly. Yes, l guess
he did. Almost all, anyhow. 1t was
me that paid that five thousand dol
lars for Tom, though. I've got all
feeblv repeated, "Nothin's yours, and
We are Christ's, and Christ is Gods
oh, to be nothing, nothing, but only to lie
at His feet,
A broken and empty vessel, for the Masters
made meet
sang Edith.
That's what them gals used to
sing" muttered the deacon. Il was
rather hard on them gals, maybe.
ANYHOW, noth;n's mine, and l am
Christ's. and Christ is Gods. l
guess I've about come to it." Say
ing which the old man fell asleep.
THE Kings business requireth
haste,' said Edith, as she withdrew
her companion from the sick mans
room.
That evening there was coal in
the deacon's cOal-house, not only
necessaries, but delicacies in his pan
try, thick wooden stockings and
boots on the frosted legs of his little
grandsons, and an arrangement had
been made for the "King's Daugh-
ters'' to take turns in nursing.
Nor was that all. Notwithstand-
ing the weather, the next morning
found Edith in conference with a
prominent lawyer fin the county seat.
AS a result of her consultation, it
was developed that the deacon had
been shametully cheated all around.
Not only Toms creditors, but also
the mining and oil we'll sharks had
dealt wickedly with him. The law
showed its teeth, and the sharks dis
gorged. Enough was left him not
only to enable him to retain the
home of his fathers, but also to make
some provision against a rainy day.
One by one. as he slowly recovered,
and could bear them, these facts were
revealed to him by his nurses. Little
wonder then, that when the snow
was gone, and the violets bloomed
again on the hillsides, the deacon APP
peared at one of the meetings of the
Kings Daughters"
''Ye call yourselves Kings Daugh-
ters', )" he said, in his heavy, grudging
way, land so We are Princesses /
shall call ye Royal not only in
lineage, but in word, thought, and
deed. as We have proven yourselves
to be in my time of need. And now,
girls, if he will oblige an old man,
want you to sing oh, to be nothing,
nothing That seems to come near
er fittin' me than anything else"
After they had sung it, Edith said
Eyes, we are Kings Daughters just
as Deacon Potts is a Kings son
Yes. we are princesses just as he is a
prince If the last few weeks have
taught us anything, they have taught
US that we are at best only little sis.
tiers of a man of such colossal integ
rity as that of Deacon Potts. AL
the time that some of us thought him
unjust, he was paying thousands OF
dollars of debt for another, and not
saying a word to anybody about it
Although in sore trouble, he was
dumb, he opened not his mouth.
And now that Kings Daughters
and Kings son have recognized each
other, let us all join in singing: !
am the Child of a King - Our