Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1894-03-22

had looked up In her face with bright,
brown eyes. eyes that she now felt
were already touched with light not
of this world. and exclaimed: What
it must have been to have seen the
risen Christ; and to think that some
day we too shall see Him.
And now the lilies were in bloom
again; the morrow would usher in the
gladness of another Easter; and Ray
was in his grave, and the spring grasses
were slowing springing over the low
mound above which heart and faith
found it so hard to rise. Her tears
were falling fast, but they did not dim
the vision Of the face that year be.
fore had smiled at her over the flowers
that later were to cheer the sick room
OF little classmate. For Ray with all
the luxury and fondness that had been
lavished on him was a sympathetic,
generous little fellow, always ready to
share his own good times and abun.
dance with those less fortunate. And
especially dear to the frail, delicate
child, touched it may be with some
faint intuition that this earth life was
not to be his for long, had been the cir.
Gle OF his own who had made up his
class In the Sunday school.
Mrs. DENLY recalled it now, and also
with pang that in all these months
she had hardly given thought to
these boys that her own had loved so
well, and who had returned his aftec-
ton and grieved for his loss, nay,
more, that she had Stunned the sight
of every one Of them, for were not they
spared while Ray was taken? How
had 1t Jared with them, she wondered
And with the question came the re-
membrance that Miss Davis, the teach
er, while calling on her but few
weeks before, had remarked that she
was on her way to see Sammy Sloan,
whose back had been so injured by an
accidental fall that it might be
months before he would be able
to walk without crutches, or come
the distance from his home to
Sunday school. And to Mrs. Denby's
careless comment that she should
think he could use velocipede she had
answered that no doubt he could, but
that was something his widowed
mother, on whose slender resources the
necessary expense of his illness had
been heavy drain, was unable to af-
ford. And the thought came to her,
had Miss Davis noticed the unused We
locipede in her hall? But no, no, she
could not give that, she could never see
another using what Rays touch had
made sacred. If she had thought of it
before, she might have bought him one
and sent it as an Easter gift for Ray.
that all the household save herself
were asleep. And in the lonely still
ness of the room, whose center of
beauty and fragrance was the clustered
lilies, the grief of Helen Denby's heart
rose into whelming food. How could
she bear it-how could she? Pacing
restlessly up and down, her eye rested
on the Bible out of which she so often
read to Ray. With yearning for
something of comfort, Of strength, she
opened its familiar pages.
And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes; and there shall be no
more death, neither sorrow nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain,
for the former things have passed
away"
And the city had no need Of the
sun, neither of the moon, to shine in
it; for the glory of God did tighten it,
and the Lamb is the light thereof"
Gently she closed the volume and
laid it down. And this was the "glory
everlasting" into which Ray had en-
tered; tenderness beyond mothers,
freedom forever from death and sorrow
the presence of Christ Himself 1t was
the flash of sudden revelation, and
with it came the thought, the question:
If this were SO, ought she, dared she