The daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Ind. Ter. [Okla.]) 1898-1902, 1898-12-24

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all she said, for she could not trust
herself to speak. Aunt Virginia
was a crusty and cross old maid
who lived alone in great house
on Capito! Square, coming forth
occasionally as scourge upon her
relatives, to whom she was a dread
ed visitor. "And now she had to
come and make it all worse"
thought Hettie vindictively, as she
served her fathers plate. "And
nothing for dessert but mince pie, :"
(Which Aunt Virginia considered
very indigestible, though she,
nevertheless, ate her share, mean
while lecturing on the idiocy of
folks who put such "mixed up
trash' on their tables.)
Sam coming in late in a gay hu-
NOR, whistling and making all the
noise fourteen-year-old boy can,
was reproved for bis tardiness by
his father, land relapsed into sulky
silence. Mr.. Trimble ate his sup
per in an absent-minded way,
glancing now and then from Sam S
suIky face to 'Hettie's red eyes.
He was not unkind, (though too
careworn and grief stricken to pay
much attention TO his children, be-
yond supplying their immediate
wants, SO now, more to brighten
Sans face than from any desire he
felt to know about the ice, he asked
his son how it was bearing"
Sam responded at once and in a
moment was deep in the mysteries
of fancy figures" and figure
lights"
Hettie sat silent during supper,
feeling all the time that she could
do something desperate. AS soon
as the dishes were washed, and
the kitchen in order again, she
went up to her own room. Light
ing the gas, she sat down before
the fireless CRATE. Sam had forgot
ten to get up coal, just like him, she
thought pettishly. O-everything
is so hardl Why was it that God
let others be SO happy, where life
was so hard for her? Think Het-
tie was nearer doubling God that
Christmas Eve than ever before
and afterwards in her whole life,
but as she sat huddled up in the
big arm chair, she caught sight of
a scrap of paper lying on the
hearth, mechanically she picked il
up, turning it over and over in her
fingers as she brooded over her
troubles.
Just then she happened tc
notice a word on it, then she read
part of one sentence" sufficient
unto the day." the rest torn of,
but there was enough to send hel
thoughts back to one Saturday
afternoon, q short while before
her mothers death. 1t was insum
mer, the sunset incarnadined tht
window where they sat-Hettie anc
| mother; learning the Golden Text
for tomorrow, Sufficient unto
the day is the evil thereof
Mother explained that it meant
that God will not send more upon
us than we can bear; that the trou
bles of to-day may be frightened
by prayer and cheerful submission.
The evil sufficient, and the goot
too. "The good too, little daugh,
ter; see even now the gray clouds
cover the red and gold, darkness
is falling, but with it will come
the stars, so through trouble ant
care shines Gods goodness
When you are older, my child
troubles will come; cares will
press upon you until your burder
| will seem too heavy to bear
Then it may be that your mother
viii not be with you to help you.
And then, my child, think o.
Gods mercies, of all God has don,
for you; remember mother'l
words, that He will never forsaks
you, and though you NAV no
lunderstand and see clearly ths
reason for His will, remembel
| that God knows best, that ssufi
cient unto the day is the evi
i thereof
I Hettie could see the radian1