. The Saturday evening post. demanded,overtaking me. I am thinking of your father, my son,I answered coldly. He was a greatpreacher and he was sent to be the pastorof the poor. He suffered everything. Youare not a great preacher, and you are sentto be the pastor of the prosperous. Andyou do not suffer, but you have are like a rich man, Peter! He laughed; he would do that, turn mypoint against him on his smile. He steppedclose to me and drew my head to his breast. There is nobody like you left in thisworld, mother, he began, still are still jealous for father. No, no
. The Saturday evening post. demanded,overtaking me. I am thinking of your father, my son,I answered coldly. He was a greatpreacher and he was sent to be the pastorof the poor. He suffered everything. Youare not a great preacher, and you are sentto be the pastor of the prosperous. Andyou do not suffer, but you have are like a rich man, Peter! He laughed; he would do that, turn mypoint against him on his smile. He steppedclose to me and drew my head to his breast. There is nobody like you left in thisworld, mother, he began, still are still jealous for father. No, not that Yes, he interrupted. You are notfathers widow. You are still the ark andcovenant of his faith, his way and hispreaching. Spare me a little of your con-fidence. You have my confidence, and I wishyou had your fathers faith, I answered. Sometimes, just lately, I wish thattoo, mother, he said soberly. He must have had some premonition ofwhat this coming year hold for him. YourGethsemane can be anywhere. (TO BE CONTINUED). THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 39 The smallest accessory is often just as important as the largestmechanical device, for the usefulness of one depends upon the other
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