Several years have passed and Farmer Webster has had many occasions to appreci ate the parson's prophecy of his son Ned, whose kindness and attention to his father's every wish has been unremitting. As the old farmer site at eventide on his Eorch and sees his broad acres teeming with ounteous harvests—the result of Ned's in dustry—and listens to the merry prattle of two lovely grandchildren, the thought forceß itself to his mind that it is the Unwritten law of our lives that there will come to us a time when we will be brought face to face with a divided duty, and that the supreme power of love will be the arbiter of our actions.
