St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1895-11-08

and moo, am come, and we shall see
the mercy o the Lord, we shall see
it"
Katie was strong Scotch girl
She, too, had met with sore troubles
in the sickening and diving of her
mother, and then her father, in the
loss OF her little home, and her
unavaillng search for work. DAYS
and days she had walked seeking
help and finding none, but her heart
was stanch and true, and she knew
the God Of her fathers had not tor
saken her, and her faith waver,d
not in spite of heart-achng losses
and troubles that would have
crushed one less certain OF he good
ness and love of God. She was
young, only sixteen, bur She had
wisdom that cometh down from
above, and so into her humble hands
was given great work for the
"Maister,' whom she so loved and
trusted.
As the days went by she tended
the sick man. The woman, Mrs.
MacGregor, had slckened, the strain
had been too great for her over
wrought body, and Katie's hands
were lull, but her strength came from
on high and she never failed or fall
tered through all those trying days.
She sought and found the missing
cattle, and she replenished the empty
larder she sought out a doctor, and
she told the neighbors about the sore
pressure at the little sod house on
the Dakota plains. The people were
two well versed in the school of suf-
fering and selt.deniaI to feel it bur
den to help this stricken family, and
so all through the long sickness and
convalescence nothing was lacking,
and all through the efforts of this
one humble follower of the One who
never torsakes his children.
The little harvest was gathered in
by kindly bands before the sick ones
recovered, the garden had been tend
ed and coaXed into bringing forth
some vegetables, the COWS, tended by
Katie's willing hand, were sleek and
glossy and gave down their milk,
making rich stores of butter which
Katie disposed of at the nearest sta
ton, so that when the tall winds
began to blow the little family of the
MacGregorS were in a comfortable
condition. Mrs. Macgregor was sit
ting by the little window, looking
out at the sere and veIlowed corn
field, and her eyes grew dim as she
thought of all that had come and
what had not come, through that
trying summer.
Tit hadna been for We, lass" she
said to Katie, "mayhap John an
me would haze been lynn stark and
cauld out yon where the corn is
ripenin' moo"
lift hadna been for the lass" Mr..
McGregor added thoughtfully,
may. nay, but We are bath
wrang,' the girl responded brightly.
I'VE maun better say il it hadna been
for the LAIRD. He watchit all the
time, an he kennel just when ye
needed help sair and he sent it. 1t
was the Laird, and not me at all "
But it isna livery lass wha would
haze done as We haze, Katie, it isna
livery lass"
But hae done nocht mair than |
should the girl persisted. The
Laird gle me wark, and | shouldn't
be a guild servant if | didna do it. |
haze done nocht for praise. "
"Ye haze taught us lesson, lass,
and ae maun stay wi us, and teach
us mair OF this ever present Laird We
talk sac mooch ABBOTT said Mr..
MacGregor.
IT'S not the talkin' mon, its the
levin, an dom an hopln' an
lovin', " said his wife.
THE Laird maun teach We these
things hissen,' Katie responded
[Rose Seelye-Mlller in New York OBJ
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