So of course he loVes them best and, realizing
that he has no earthly futiu'e to offer them, he
draws down his musical instrument and plays

louder
and louder — and lo ! they can sit for hom^s at
a time, slowly rocking backward and forward,

and
all the while they are living over again some
cherished moment and hearing sweet, enchanted

music.
And, if you listen closely during the silent
intervals between the squeaking and rocking of



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their chairs, I am sure you will hear them saying
softly to themselves as they nod their heads
slowly

to and fro —

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"Why, it all seems only yesterday!"



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REVELATION

It seems to me that life is absolutely
futile and incomplete until we realize that
no matter what we are doing, or whither
going, it is because of some preconceived
reason ; and that in the end, when we have
reached the last turning of the road and
come to lay down oiu* wearying burdens, no
matter what our regrets through life may have
been — ^we will know and fully comprehend
that the tending of our footsteps this or
that way was merely the working out of a
great end.
