The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1912-04-06
AN EASTER MYSTERY
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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, club.
by broth of boy, failing to extract
any information from John Choppe as
to the whereabouts of some of the
plants" was wandering off 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 a 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
naH hn Nf
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 song in a 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. II want TO converse with my.
self and with you" he continued. "and
make II possible for us to live closer
to the inner life. I want to be more
con- cious that am worshiping right. |
that | 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 | noted tear course down the |
tanned and swarthy cheeks of John I
choppe, The appeal seemed to pene-
rate into the inner consciousness OF |
Miss Quix
| can not give you powerful analy. /
SIS of this grandest and best OF all
Caster sermons TO which | ever gave
There was kind word for every one
If us There was a wealth of hope a
'ichness of promise Reckoning and
'alling TO our natures of which We
lad an incomplete understanding.
ound myself carried nearer the risen
yirit. and the old deadened flesh in
he tomb
There was doubtless similar pic
ure floating before Miss Quix, who
ad sunk down on her knees. being
ecretly where she wanted TO be so
hat sh. could give vent to the touch
ng confession, TO embrace in essence
he teachings of old-fashioned Chris.
ianity." y few minutes afterward,
then the o'd man had finishing sing
ne the beautiful refrain. Earth Has
10 Sorrow That Heaven Cannot
Ieal" John Choppe came over 10 me
nd said; Il had missed something
\ my life II was the large canvas Of
be ideal as We find II in Christ
rom this hour | viii worship t. be-
ause il viii drew me from out OF the
ordid imrerlection in this world"
AS ii is difficult 10 be happy and be
way from divine influence. is IL not
est TO creep up as close to the foun-
lin head of the precious love Of the
Iaster and Savior of Man? 1t was
lis thought that | have carried with
le since that sermon C! Grandpa Jus
ms on that memorable Easter morn.