"My trast is in Theei let rae nev
er be confounded. What does it
matter if the way it dark I I'd rath
r walk with Ood in the dark, tban
walk alone in the light. I'd rather
alk with mm by faith than - walk
ion by tight John, wbere't little
r . tie. asked. Her mind
t iaio in th past The grave
It If
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dust of twenty year bad lain on
Charlie's golden hair, bat the moth
er had never for-gotten him I .The
old man, patted bor cold bands,
hands, that had labored so hard thn
hey wore seamed and wrinkled and
cnllonaed with years of toil, end the
wedding ring was worn to mere
thread of gold and then he pressed
his tbin lips to them and cried. She
had enoonrnged and bad strengthen"
ed him in every trial of life I Why,
what a woman she had been I What
a worker I What a loader in Israel.
Always with the gift of prayer or
service. They had stood at many
death-bed togotbor closed tbe
eyes of loved ooes, and then sat
town with tbe Bible botweeu them
to road tbe promises. Now she was
about to cross the dark river alono.
