The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1912-04-06

the nests of colored eggs chocolate
bunnies 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, chub-
by broth of a 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 a 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 plunder. 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.
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be seated on the soft turf. His voice
was like a song In minor key.
II have long yearned for this op-
portunity to say word to you. and
this occasion Is most favorable to
thought and meditation" He was not
preachy. He spoke in that gentle
tone for which he was known all his
life. 81 want to converse with my
self and with you," he continued. land
make 1t possible for us to live closer
to the inner. life. l want to be more
conscious that l am worshiping right.
that I am using the God-given grace
for silencing suffering and sorrow.
and Strengthening the weak and the
meek" His state OF soul was of that
delicate softness. To my great won
der I noted a tear course down the
tanned and swarthy cheeks OF John
Choppe. The appeal seemed to pene-
trate into the inner consciousness of
Miss Quix.
can not give you powerful analy-
sis OF this grandest and best OF all
Easter sermons to which 1 ever gave
ear. l do know it was full Of feeling.
There was a kind word for every one
of US. There was wealth Of hope. q
richness OF promise beckoning and
calling to our natures OF which we
had an incomplete understanding.
found myself carried nearer the risen
Christ I saw the resurrection Of the
spirit, and the old deadened flesh in
the tomb.
There was doubtless a similar pic
ture floating before Miss Quix, who
had sunk down on her knees, being
secretly where she wanted to be SO
that she could give vent to the touch
ing confession. "to embrace in essence
the teachings Of old-fashioned Chris
tianity." A few minutes afterward.
when the old man had finishing sing
ing the beautiful refrain, Earth Has
No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot
Heal" John Choppe came over to mo
and said: Il had missed something
in my life. 1t was the large canvas OF
the ideal as we find it in Christ.
From this hour I will worship 1t, be-
cause 1t will draw me from out of the
sordid imperfection in this world"
AS it is difficult to be happy and be
away from divine influence, Is 1t not
best to creep up as close to the foun-
tain head of the precious love of the
Master and Savior Of Man? It was
this thought that have carried with
me since that sermon Of Grandpa JUS
tins on that memorable Easter morn,
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