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Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1899    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

e gone, will y

our hearts

u awaiting us,

ft to Etern

t our own, as in d

ll at the to

gone, will we

s of that wo

s departure my mother

e it in many details. It also was built of marble, but darker than that of my brother's home. Every room spoke of modest refinement and cultivated taste, and the home air about it was at once delightfully percept

ine myself in your old study at h

happily. "I almost think sometimes it is t

your favorite f

s head, and

ays." And he patted my cheek as I gathere

your home, dear; it is our father

n and instructor. It is a wise and admirable arrangement. He is in every way

er's a lovely ch

e few are better fitted for instructors. But I, too, have duties that call me for a time away. How blessed t

hall be here, I suspect,

senger approached my fathe

ied, and, waving his hand in adieu

s duties mostly lie?

r spirits need to be taught from the very beginning. They enter the spirit-life in its lowest phase, and it is your father's pleasant duty to lead them upward step by step. He is devoted to his work and grea

her death, that memory failed her sadly, and I could

enderly about her, "then it is like the

" she answe

ch always of the earthly life as we once believed we should. The Father's tender wisdom metes out to us the knowledge he sees is best, and we are content to w

e you will. Your memory

parted while he was but a child-now grown to man's estate, honor

to me at last, when his earthly work is done, brin

circled by tender arms, and a h

some one whis

arest Nell!" I cried, and, turning quickly, t

then in his old-time playful way lifted me

believe, a day older than when we last p

id my sister, "but I thou

it; the rest of us want you for awhile. Come with us, Jodie. Mother, I may have them both for

our father returns. Take your sisters; it is

, each taking one of my h

ort walk, and we stopped abruptly in front of a dainty house built of th

and with a bow of cha

your humble s

e, wreathed about the graceful columns of highly-polis

h good out of her until she has learned the n

t his happy face, "but I mean to utilize y

r," he answered ge

from every side, spacious rooms, he called softly "Alma

es not seem possible! You were

a fond look. "She and Carrie, whom you never saw, make

e that she is cultivating," Alma said, turning to me. "We

said my brothe

ail. When we came out upon a side veranda, I saw we were so near an ad

me one here you will wish to see." Before I could question him, he led me through the

on and finish with that of my brother Nell, and, as we

y dear Mary-my dear Martin! W

said my aunt

I answered

, with her son and his wife. How we did talk and

but they have gone with Carrie

d. He always was trying to sing on

nial laugh and shrug; "we can do almost

ch of pride in her voice. "You would not know it was Martin. But is it not nice to have Dr

lthough you no longer need him

; but we need him quite a

ister, I promised Frank that you should go to your own room awhile; he

hough these delightful reuni

l enjoyment! We have nothing to dread, nothing to fear. We know at par

own home, and, with a loving embr

ul rest, my brother Frank returned, and, without rousing me, bore me in his strong arms again to earth. I did not know, when he left us in our home, upon what mission he was going, though my father knew it was to return to my dear husband and accompany him upon his sad jour

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