The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-02

| Ana the squeaking little ices rise up in
an old-iashiOned hyu and, oddly
enough, the children q quite satisfied
ana Teel that they are cerVing the Sab
has basn s SsZ as II should Chcle 5 timothy ny
, ne Snel MS black cthes anu appears
m cool linen. fiIling.--y comfortably,
big rocking chair fngne corner Of the
porch He would Hkto look around the
arm ne would likeo see now the ami
inals are all doing: I knowing that this
IS the day when b cannot do What he
likes. he makes thbest OF it and talks
70 one OF the bahs. She Is knowing
little baby. and = asks questions that
would puzzle thegresOytery
says she: ''Grsdfather, why cannot I
have the chicks out here. "
He looks at n and then answers: BE
cause it is Sulay-" Then she inquiries.
But don't ID chickens like gingerbread
on Sunday ay6ell as on week days2''
Uncle Tiuqthy knows that they do. but
he does Bofthink IL wise to tell her so:
so he beatabout the bush, and saws that
the chicks have gone to church
His tolienter knows better than that
and she avs, oh, grandfather, you have
told a f. The gray chicken laid an egg
and thSpeckled one is out Growing about
it. OuAt a chicken to lay an egg on
Sunda|
Theheology is too deep for Uuncle Tim.
othyfo he says he will take her on his
lap nd sing to her, hoping TO end the
conFrsation this way. The small lady
anrunces that she will be sung to. pro-
vidd the tune is gay one. So Uncle
TiIothy tries to remember when he useI
togo 10 camp meeting and make love 10
Apt Maria. And he crOons out a rather
c9rpy tune about the angels and clouds
aH harps.
This makes a great impression on the
leirer, and she asks, " Grandfather DO
fou think the man that played the orear,
Ahd Drought the monkey will 10 to heav-
IN Inc man referred to is an Italian
VINO looked as if he might belong to the
worst of the secret societies, and who
mad appeared at the farm on Saturday
accompanied by monkey, had been en-
-ertained and sent on his way rejoicing.
me children had adOred the monkey and
found pleasure In the music of the organ
y neie Timothy has his doubts about The
Ltalan going to heaven, 50 ne tells the
small woman that ne is a bad man a
of stun" images. For a LITTLE
while his granddaughter thinks.
Iheh she inquiries, rs it any more harm
10 worship sun image than to worship
you do"
Now, Uncle Timothy has lost all pa
llence and he tells her that he wishes
she didn't ask so many questions. ana
that she Is bad girl. She leaves him
IN disgust, having great doubt about the
value of any religion, or the wisdom of
her grandfather.
Tea time comes, and though we are all
more cheerful than we were at dinner
stlil the Sabbath depression is over us
Ill Somebody counts and announces that
1Ve boys have been whipped and two
small girls put to bed. Such a thing would
never have happened on a week day. 1
give sigh and take my book and go
put under the trees. and there l am Joined
by Grandfather Pet. Seating himself
beside me, she wants to know If God
made the mountains. / answer her and
.heh, together the child and / look at
the sunset. She is tired, too tired to talk
much, but after a while she asks: Did
YOU ever hear Gods great cannon 90
o1?' l know what she means, and | tell
her that have, and that it is meant to
warn little people to go into the house
before the lightning comes. At last she
falls asleep in my arms. Everything about
Is quiet. 1 am conscious of the perfume
Of the flowers and of the majesty of the
hills The tall trees surround me, and
as If were In the temple of God. There
Is no sound except that made by the
birds as they chirp forth their thanks
for their nests. And yet, everything that
has been created seems to be a thanks
giving. And the majesty and power of
God are impressed upon me, and there
comes over me a certain scorn of the lit
-leness of the sermon that 1 have heard
Then comes darkness and in 1t we trust
to Almighty God without a
thought of presbytery or priest, of sin
ner or bishop but we are happy in the
pure and simple faith like that which
lives in the heart of a little child. And
with the cooling winds, it seems as if the
leaves of the trees whispered Good night
and God bless everybody" Bah.