The Frankfort roundabout. [volume] (Frankfort, Ky.) 1882-1908, 1906-12-22

understanding. | scarcely heard
the closing song or prayer, for
the JOY of believing.
The minister gave me his hand
at an introduction. / introduced
myself. His name was Blanton,
and be was not the resident pas
tor, but Il passerby evangelist. I
recognized his gift of prophecy
J. knew that some day he would
find his Gethsemane and his rest,
but we would meet no more. The
congregation dispersed. some Civ
ing me pleasant greeting, othe RS
only curions glances, and so it
is in every walk of life; but if
each of us would recall the in
junction, as often as We have
done a kindness to the least Of
these my brethren We have done
it unto me-" no aching heart
would 60 unresponsive, no lonely
footsteps unattended - but all
would be friends in His name,
and burden-bearers for one
another.
Re turning down the pike. l
stopped for drink of water at
the home of the Two orphans.
One of the children brought the
water to me in clean gourd.
She had beef crying and her face
was flushed as if in anger. To
my questioning she replied:
Granny amt or goin ter Civ
me no new dress fur Chrismus,"
But Old Santa will bring it and
put the present in your stocking"
| answered in good faith.
Granny says thar amt no
Santa Claws"
"She said that? Well she don't
know anything, and the dear old
Christmas giver is just as real as
| am and as certain to come to
see you as 1 am here to-day.
Only believe The face of the
child was radiant with hope.
She ran to whisper the secret to
her brother, bringing him shy
and timid to my side. He was
only bit of a 10y, but my heart
goes out to boys for the sake of
one who sleeps in the far off
southland-my little boy-and I
clasped him to my breast with a
sweet assurance of love and SYM
pathy to which they gave earnest
heed.
jamie" said, God loves
you, and his angels watch over
your pathway and guide your
steps. Do not let little sister cry.
Make her laugh and sing like the
birds. Santa Claus told me he
was coming to see you So you
must hang up your stocking. Be
good to each other, and to Miss
Button. She, no doubt. needs
comfort, too.
THAT does, Miss Nell! With
all the work of keepin' house, and
them boarders cumin' in at all
hours. day an night, well nigh
sets me crazy. These here child
ren haint SO worse as others, but
they does bother the life nut of
me talkin erbout Christmas.
They must a had lots of fun befo
their nanny died, pc things"
Yes. Miss Button, it is sad
certainty. We are going to let
old Santa Claus know the child
rell are here and You, too. must
hang up your stocking with
theirs. Let me- tell Won Il little
story. Ct wiped dishes as we
talked.
Once upon II time young
mother thought to teach her child
a beautiful lesson of humanity.
She filled his pockets with
imaginary kisses which he dis
trlbnted with a charming sweet
ness when he went on his daily
walks. 1t was when he was plac-
ing one of them on the lips of
the writer with his own tender
little hands that the mother said
to her: | shall teach my boy
the whole world loves him am !
tired of hearing of the evil. My
son shall learn the good of hum
anity. He shall have faith"
1 knew by the expression OF
Miss Buttons face that she