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the children of the loved only daughter, could speak a word, was clasped in her
ever since. Of gathering wild flowers brother's arms.
down by the brook, hand in hand with "Grandie, dear! wake up! Jamie has
her brother, and of all the frolics they come home! she cried.
had had together in those happy days He bent over her chair, with the ten-
which now seemed so far away. derest love in his face.
 Then came the time when Jamie grew Speak to me, dear, dear Grandie !"
older, and had fallen in with a wild set She started and opened her eyes. Can
of boys, under whose influence he had this be her boy again ? He knelt down
come to disobey all the loving counsels before her, and looked up into her face.
of the old people, and had finally gone "Don't you know me, Grandie dear ? I'm
away one night, while they were sleeping your own Jamie."
peacefully, and never been heard from Her feeble arms are about his neck-
more. her head is resting upon the strong man's
 She wept silently, lest the old lady heart, and together they mingle their
should wake, and poured out all her joyful tears.
troubles into the ear of the ever-near Can you ever forgive me, and bless
Father in Heaven, praying that her trust me as you used to do ? "
in him might not fail, whatever might "Now lettest thou thy servant depart
come. in peace," the old lady replied solemnly.
 So dark the way I cannot see, Forgive you, my Jamie ? freely, and
 Dear Jesus, let me lean on thee,"
 and fully, and gladly. I hardly thought
she cried, and comfort came down to her, to live to see this day. Every night I
and faith and perfect trust, that Jesus have prayed that I might, though my
loved her and cared for her, and would hair has grown whiter each day, with the
make even this bitter sorrow "work for longing for you. Every night we have
her good." kept the candle burning, thinking that
 Was that a knock at the door? She it might light your way home. The Lord
had thought she heard the little garden is very good, and faithful to all his pre-
gate click a few moments before. She cious promises !
wiped her eyes hastily, and, without There was little sleep that night in the
waking her grandmother, unbolted and lold farm-house under the hill. There
opened the door. A stranger stood be- were sad stories to tell of the dear old
fore her-a tall, bearded young man, man, who had watched and waited and
with a joyful light in his eyes, and great mourned for the grandson upon whom
tears flowing down his weather-beaten he had hoped to lean, but who they were
cheeks, sure was looking down that night, from
 Florie! Don't you know me ?" She his heavenly home, and rejoicing with
uttered a little cry of joy, and before she them. There were long stories to hear
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