The Pastor's Son

in the sky, and this soft, balmy breeze from the south makes one almost believe that it is a June morning instead of the 30th of November. I know there will be a l

that had shown in his eyes faded away, for he saw no return of his joy and happine

climate had been tried, and everything else that promised relief, but of no avail. The best specialists had been consulted, but the

ing that might interest his son; so he said, "Well, wife, I suppose that turkey Deacon Phillips gave us will be done to perfe

aid, "Yes, it is a fine large turkey." His wife always looked worn-out and tired, for n

constant drain of physicians' bills, and the great expense of sending mother and son to a warm climate each fall, as the rigors of the northern winters were con

now that I will do justice to that turkey, after delivering my long sermon, an

: "Walter, dear, you had better get ready for church; I will soon have this turkey so I can

r saying, "What have we to

d answered, "Why for everything that God ga

ar, eve

er told me that God gave me this sickness, and I don't s

ooked at her son, then

e only Son of Go

was not God that made

said it was God gave m

ve and patience, which

to understand why a goo

see me

must be for some good purpose; we will ask your fa

the church, which was only a short dista