The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1912-04-06

the nests of colored eggs, chocolate
Dummies and other goodies which had
been secreted the day before by John
Choppe, who alone did not join in the
search. One moon-faced, round. club.
by broth of boy, failing to extract
any information from John Choppe as
to- the whereabouts of some OF the
plants" was wandering of by him.
self, sulkingly, when there suddenly
was great rejoicing and shouting.
Far away-yonder by the sharp ell
bow in the stream where the enor.
nous chestnut tree branches hang
low-in that secluded spot. JAMIE car
rying little tot in her arms and lead,
ing caressingly my crippled friend,
| Agnes was seen, holding high over her
head what looked as particularly
rich find. 1t was large rooster In
chocolate. Immediately from every
part of the field came groups of anx.
ious eyes who wanted to examine the
find at close range. There was great
glee.
After all the eggs that had been
hidden by John Choppe had been un'
covered, and there had been a gen
erous distribution Of the plumber. the
company started to retrace Its steps
through the blossoming plum trees
and peach trees, along an alley where
, the foliage In its symphony Of green
adorned the group Of merry Easter
children. 1t was here that Grandpa
Justins drew us all nearer to him.
He stood up in the center, all alone
and asked us to surround him, and
, be seated on the soft turf. His voice
: was like a song in a minor key.
t 81 have long yearned for this op
n portunity to say word to you. and
) this occasion is most favorable t.
k thought and meditation" He was moi
+ preachy. He spoke in that gentle
l. tone for which he was known all hi
life. 81 want to converse with my
d self and with YOU" he continued. "ant
n make 1t possible for us to live close
# to the inner life. want to be NOR
It conscious that | am worshiping right
a that am using the God-given grac'
r, for silencing suffering and sorrow
r and strengthening the weak and tn
v, meek" His state Of soul was Of tina
d delicate softness To my great wor
1t der | noted tear course down tn
N tanned and swarthy checks OF job
k Choppe. The appeal seemed to pene
d trate into the inner consciousness @
e. Miss Quix.
'e can not give you powerful anal,
D SIS of this grandest and best of a
h. Easter sermons to which | ever CAV
81 ear. | do know 1t was full of feelint
H. There was kind word for every on
'e of us There was wealth of hope
OF richness of promise reckoning an
ne calling to our natures Of which "
had an incomplete understanding.
to found myself carried nearer the rise
ly Christ saw the resurrection OF tn
&c s.irit, and the old deadened flesh
'n the tomb
OF There was doubtless a similar pi
III ture floating before Miss Quix, WI
W had sunk down on her knees, heii
W secretly where she wanted to be |
as that she could give vent to the touc
W ing confession, ito embrace in essen'
II. the teach'ngs of old-fashioned Chri
y. tianity." y few minutes afterwar
Gu when the old man had finishing sin
ps ing the beautiful refrain, Earth III
<" No Sorrow That Heaven Cam
'o' Heal" John Choppe came over to n
"a, :" and said: 81 had missed somethil
We in my life II was the large canvas
the ideal as we find II in Chris
."e From this hour will worship It, /
as cause It will draw me from out of t
no. sordid imperrection in this world"
~, AS 1t is difficult to be happy and
away from divine influence, is 1t n
best to creep up as close to the TO,
en- tain head of the precious love Of t
IT. Master and Savior of Man? 1t W
pa this thought that have carried WI
W me since that sermon c. Grandpa j
tins on that memorable Easter mo-
IN Once More the Eastertide.
-. Once more TO life and love