Boone County Recorder . or anothera aagnleh, Lessen one thro* of mint You counsel a holy qelet—The darling has (one to Oad; ran darling / klaeed. / foodled-ilf darling 1* ander the sod I Who data thai too angel* In HeavenAmidst of their praiae might pause, Aa inward ahe itola among marrel bow fair ahe was? Thanks, thank* tor the soothing vision; Hut my reason lest grief la wild,Klae how would It dare to question— Had God any need of the ohlld* One face missed out of the faoesThat circle His throne—one dim, Feint eiote from the elletujahs—How little the loea to Him I One presence my war
Boone County Recorder . or anothera aagnleh, Lessen one thro* of mint You counsel a holy qelet—The darling has (one to Oad; ran darling / klaeed. / foodled-ilf darling 1* ander the sod I Who data thai too angel* In HeavenAmidst of their praiae might pause, Aa inward ahe itola among marrel bow fair ahe was? Thanks, thank* tor the soothing vision; Hut my reason lest grief la wild,Klae how would It dare to question— Had God any need of the ohlld* One face missed out of the faoesThat circle His throne—one dim, Feint eiote from the elletujahs—How little the loea to Him I One presence my warm arma ailing;One brow that 11 hirst to see; One Tolce that could thrill my being-How all tbe world to met Tet I would not I dare not murmur! I know It is Gods own hand;His patience will bear with a sorrow Too oraxy to understand. Sometime when tbe loss grows lighter, Tbe heart will forego Its ache; Sometime?—you are kind to say it. But now, give it leave to break! •Margaret J. Preston, in N. Y. sion, were intbe big roomof the oldhomestead sitting- around the log fire,merrily blazing in the great chimneyfireplace, and telliirg stories. Save the glow from the flames mak-ing ghostly shadows flit across thecelling and walls there was no otherlight in the room, for we were tryingto be as romantic as possible. Outside in the black night a furiousstorm was raging and the wind, moan-ing and whistling down the chimneyand through the hnge fir trees, mingledwith the beating rain on roof and win-dow panes, gave us the weird andspooky feeling we desired Finally, satiated with fairy hobgob-lin stories, we urged Aunt Kate to re-late her adventure with the escapednegro convict. When I was about eighteen, com-menced Aunt Kate, with a shudder at, the remembrance of her awful expe-rience, on just such a black ..andstormy night as now, we were sittingin this very room. The little ones hadgone to bed, mother was knitting in abig rocking chair and dozing, for itwas quite l
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