The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-04-19

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Eyes, Bernice," answered the mother
they are to go to Joy Memorial right away
We are to take them down in few minutes,
dear"
A heavenly smile transformed her
features as she knet and kissed the wonder
ing child.
Joyce knew the church would be open,
for the choir practiced at this hour, and,
doubtless, the decorating committee were
there yet.
whats that you put in among the bios.
SONS, mamma; letter."
Yes, dear, little mite of letter.
What does it say, mamma? ?" persisted the
child, curously
1T says everybody forgives everybody at
Eastertime; isn't that right, dearest?"
Yes, mamma and the child watzed
about the room in an ecstacy of expectation
of once more beholding the loved place of
worship. She remembered where they used
to sit when papa stood up to sing. She was
taller some now, but she was sure that when
he came back he would still know her.
When will papa come, mammal" she
asked, crossing her white arms on the coun-
ter where her mother was writing some.
thing, and looking up with great longing in
her face.
what ails the child, tonight of all
nights?" whispered the hungry hearted wife
with quivering lips. "She stabs me to the
hearts center; will she keep on until shall
not be able to- work to my purpose2" No.
she would find the way, somehow Cyril
would not know, of course, but God would
see and send him back to them :
"Bernice," She said, slowly, papa will
come as soon as he can, / think Now,
please ask me n more questions, dear; NAM
mai very, very tired" W
And by something in her mothers look
and tone, Bernice sought the familiar chair !;
and fell to wondering at the things she could,
not understand
Not until her, mother said: "Get your
wraps, dear" did she resume the gladstone
spirit of childhood. Then in great furry
she indicted herself into cloak and cap, and
stood waiting.
Not in all the ten years of her life had
Bernice Carol looked so much like her faith
err. Joyce turned away and put her hands
over her eyes; memories flooded up sol
Are you afraid of me, mamma?' luered
the child, coming round the big heliotrope
and brushing its fragrant blossoms as she
passed. in order to see the dear mother face
"My child, didn't mamma say don't ask
questonsY" She took the perturbed face
between her cold palms and kissed away the
shadow.
20, l forgot your DON'T truly I did,
mamma laughed Bernce, clapping her
hands by way of emphasis.
You may carry the offering, dear" said
Joyce, as they stepped out into the semi
darkness.
The April moon in the clear, crisp west
slanted pale, faint CLEANS through the black
budded trees overhead. The walk was a
boon after the long, shut-up day; and the
new hope shed its glory over ALL
The light through The stained glass gave a
ruddy look to the face of Joyce as she helped
Bernice up the steps A blessed welcome
fairly beamed upon them, even in the vesti-
bule. The organ was throhhng out glad,
praisefu. prelude, and she felt as if Heavens
gates were truly open about her The iani-
tor followed her inside 1.-The new soloist
has come, he exclaimed. "the one you wrote |
to, thinking she was one of the music com |
mittee.
The new soloist." How everybody com. |
bated her purpose! Where was the old so.
loisty She leaned against the wall moment |
to regain her composure.
Haven't had such tenor since Carol
went away the janitor continued Just
hear him sing"
Yes" answered Joyce, ut is fne;" but
she heard nothing, there was such buzzng
in her ears.
"Awfuly grand it is going to be, he went
on; lilies and lilies, impressive programme,
new tenor, aud all"
Joyce looked around Where was Der.
nice? 1t seemed an age since they came into
the church. The child had not waited but
had gone on into the auditorium.
When the soft light fell round her and the
decorations burst on her admiring gaze,
great sigh Of satisfaction escaped her lips.
There stood the big pipe organ in its old
place, and she knew the organ boy was be
hind that screen. She remembered how she
used to admire his short taken curls and
blue tie, and wonder if he didn't work harde,
IN his part of the service than the minister
did in his.
She wandered down the fragrant aisle as
one In lovely dream, not conscious that she.
herself, was the most beautiful thing in thi.
picture.
But the new soloist who had retired tc
ne right, giving place to quartette, saw her
lie shut his book on his finger and felt
strangely moved. Her white cap, like big
Snowflake resting on the wealth Of dark hair.
ana the 'uxurlant curs straying down over
'ne heeey white wrap suggested the glory
Of woman in Holy Writ
And Berniee wondered why mamma did
not come IN. What would she do with Tie
'her'ng; ., yes; there was the man over
mere where papa used TO sit; he was tn,
committeeman, surely, as he was not sing
ng She went up the altar tepsand handed
fnn the box.
This is our Easter offering she said. lie
ook the package. Her voice, Rel