. Little Saint Sunshine . dies did not come with her fathersdeath. One night when her bravemother was hurrying home with a greatbundle of clothing in her hand, sheslipped and fell on the car track. Thedetails of the accident are too terrible!Let us pass them by, and follow LittleSaint Sunshine to the Orphans Home. 18 LITTLE SAINT SUNSHINE whither she was carried by loving hands,and learn how God comforted her in hersorrow; how she learned to smile andlaugh again and to live once more in thesunshine. As \ve too, ought, when trou-bles darken our pathway! For who knows what there is in storefor u
. Little Saint Sunshine . dies did not come with her fathersdeath. One night when her bravemother was hurrying home with a greatbundle of clothing in her hand, sheslipped and fell on the car track. Thedetails of the accident are too terrible!Let us pass them by, and follow LittleSaint Sunshine to the Orphans Home. 18 LITTLE SAINT SUNSHINE whither she was carried by loving hands,and learn how God comforted her in hersorrow; how she learned to smile andlaugh again and to live once more in thesunshine. As \ve too, ought, when trou-bles darken our pathway! For who knows what there is in storefor us and for what mission wre are beingtrained ? Ends which can not be seen throughthe gloom of such tragedies often awaitus, and justify, or at least sanctify, themeans by which they are gained. Let us\vait before condemning such mysteriesuntil we hear how, like the bee that car-ries pollen from one flower to another,this little messenger of love gave thesweetness of that desolated home of hersto another barren of such II /JWA T out on a southwestern prairie,-*-* many miles back from the Texasand Pacific Railroad, there stands a great,solitary stone house. It was built ofhuge rocks brought from a quarry on thebanks of a river not far away. Theywere unhewn, and as the house was squareand unadorned, the few travelers whopassed that way received the impressionthat it had been built by Titans ! It was, at least, inhabited by them,for there dwelt beneath its roof a familyof giants. Not real giants of the Jack 20 LITTLE SAINT SUNSHINE and his bean-stalk kind, nor those wholived in Brobdingnag, but just great, big,human giants. They had come into the country manyyears before in a prairie schooner,Mike Donovan and his wife Bridget, sit-ting on the front seat like the statues atthe gates of the Theban temples, whilefour healthy, happy boys rolled and tum-bled over each other under the canvascover, or, leaping to the ground, scaredup the partridges, stoned the jack-rab-bits and chase
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