The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-12-14

asked. "Cause the very first faith
ers didn't have any,"
EYES," said Mrs. White, as she rose
to go downstairs.
The Child caught her dress.
"Pm going to try, mamma" he said.
"And I'm glad we're going to be like
the middle fathers and have some
thing good to eat"
And then, if Mrs. White had not
been his mother, she, too, would have
thought the Child hopeless case.
Now this was on the last of October
and the Child of the Revolution
would have plenty of time to forget
all that his mother had told him be-
fore Thanksgiving day. But he did
not forget. 1t came to be wonder
full thought to him that he was to
help carry the glory and honor of the
nations into heaven. He grew more
and more earnest over it.
81 just believe it will take lot of
people to help carry in" he said to
himself. because heavens a big
place, and it will take lots of glory
and honor to make any show at all.
The fathers helped, papa and man.
ma they'll help, and lots more, too,
but there's Miss Pickens. Idon't be-
lieve she'll do single thing towards
it. And she's got to. 'Tisn't fair if
she doesn't. I guess I'll go see her
about it."
Down the two blocks and around
the corner that separated his own
pleasant home from the extremely un-
attractive dwelling place of old Miss
Pickens he went, and into her sitting
room, but he hardly knew how to be-
gin what he was so anxious to say. At
last he blurted out:
"Have you got thankful heart,
Miss Pickens?"
"Just you show me something to be
thankful for, and you'll see" snapped
Miss Pickens.
GAIL right, 1 will" agreed the Child
amiably. "Just as soon as | see it,
I'll show it to you. | don't see any
thing just now, SO l guess I'll stay
awhile" And he looked carefully
about him at the tiny, faded room.
Miss Pickens's cheek flushed as she
resumed her seat, and took up once
more the sewing she was doing for
pay. 1t was a chilly day, and she
paused in few moments to poke the
fire.
''It stirs as if there wasn't any wood
in" observed the Child.
There isn't" said Miss Pickens,
slowly beginning to rise. 81 declared"
she exclaimed, Pm that rheumaticky
that I'd be thankful if l could get a
stick of wood to burn without Juggling
it in myself"
Instantly the Child was on his feet.
81 thought I'd see one," he said.
"You sit still and l will bring the
wood"
He brought it with smile. Now
you've had one, haven't you?" he said,
as Miss Pickens put the wood in the
stove.
"One what?"
Zone thing to be thankful for. You
said you would, you know"
"Oh!" said Miss Pickens, with a
sharp look at him.
"Well, are you9' persisted the Child
Eyes, yes, I'm thankful" answered
Miss Pickens, taking up her sewing
again in great haste.
81 guess I'll stay while longer"
observed the Child. 81 may see an
other"
And at his words the withered
cheek flushed again. For it was a
habit with Miss Pickens to begin
many a sentence with, "Pd be thank
full" when she had no thought of be-
ing thankful, and did not even know
that she had used the words. Boys
and girls who know how easily GOOD
gracious!" slips out of their mouths,
will understand.
There was silence for ten minutes.
Miss Pickens sewed her thread up,
and the Child looked on eagerly. She
took another thread and began to try