The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-12-07

but pleasure. am only asking you to
share the midday meal of lonely WON
an"
They followed her into large room
that served both as dining room and
kitchen. The cooking stove that occu.
pied one corner was highly polished; even
the cooking utensils shone brilliantly.
"This is Patty Flagg, my little maid,
Doctor Brown" Mrs. Clifford said grave
ly, and the doctor found himself bowling
to freckle faced girl. whose bright eyes
and sunny smile alone redeemed from
ugliness.
The table was spread with hand spun
linen and fragile china of century ago.
1T was owned by my great grand
mother" Mrs. Clifford remarked as her
guest admired the oriental richness of
coloring, land this silver cream jug and
these spoons were also hers"
The dinner consisted of roast pork,
vegetables and iellies, peach preserves,
honey clear as the air of pure day,
mince pie and sugared doughnute.
1t is not much like the luncheon l
get down town, or at home either" Mr..
Hampton said merrily. The Clifford
farm is bit of heaven"
mo, no, john" shaking her head.
1T is only the place where Patty and l
are trying to practice the commands Of
heaven"
1t proved to be place where it Wa 8
easy to speak the thoughts of one 8
heart. Neither man could have tod
how it came about, but they were soon
telling their hostess of the matter they
had discussed during their drive.
Il am sure. auntie. you will agree with
me- Mr.. Hampton said, "for remember
how you used to emphasize that point,
doing ones own work WE'LL"
Doctor Brown watched the serene old
face thoughtfully. Could it be possible
he was something of fanatic? Did the
two fine boys growing up in his own
home make him over-zealous? Yet sure
ly this work was the Lords.
Mrs. Gifford's voice recalled his wan
dering thoughts. "You both think you
are right; as for me, I'll have to test the
matter. Patty, dear"
Without another word the child slip
ped from her chair they had all fin
ished dinner brought the family
Bible to her mistress.
Mrs. Clifford opened the book, saying,
II never find any matter so weighty or
SO trifiing but there is an answer here
for it. Does not this cover the case you
were discussing?"
Ard commencing at the thirteenth
verse of the twelfth chapter of Mark she
read the account of the question asked
Christ by the Pharisees and Herodians,
concerning the paying of tribute to
Caesar.
"There," she said, as if it were set
tied. Render to Caesar the things that
are Caesars, and to God the things that
Gods"
"That surely justifes my position"
Mr.. Hampton cried.
"Ah, John, have care. Are you rot
trying to render unto Caesar the things
that are Gods? Your time, your talents,
your influence, surely these are his
An awkward silence fell upon tie
little group around the table, silence
broken, at last, by Mr.. Hampton.
He rose and stood by Mrs. Clifford.
Perhaps you are right" the voice was a
little unsteady. "At least l will pause
long enough in this mad rush of bust
ness to decide to which am paying al
legiance, the Caesar of the world or tt Q
Lord of hoste. will let you know to-
morrow about the meeting, Brown.
Now we must start for the city, as l ha, Q
an engagement in an hour"
Never again was John Hampton
tempted by the world, the love of money,
or the desire for fame, but the words of
this old friend came back to him. And
his life was spent in rendering unto God,
not unto Ceser, 1.-THE things that are
Gods" ANNA JOHNSON.
HASTINGS, MICH.