Part 3 (1/2)

”Then for a brief while good-by,” said my brother kindly. ”Do not forget that rest, especially to one but recently entered upon the new life, is not only one of the pleasures, but one of the duties of heaven.”

”Yes, we will see that she does not forget that,” said my father, with a kindly smile and glance.

CHAPTER IV.

O joys that are gone, will you ever return To gladden our hearts as of yore?

Will we find you awaiting us, some happy morn, When we drift to Eternity's sh.o.r.e?

Will dear eyes meet our own, as in days that are past?

Will we thrill at the touch of a hand?

O joys that are gone, will we find you at last On the sh.o.r.es of that wonderful land?

Soon after my brother's departure my mother said, grasping my hand:

”Come, I am eager to have you in our own home;” and we all pa.s.sed out of the rear entrance, walked a few hundred yards across the soft turf, and entered a lovely home, somewhat similar to our own, yet still unlike 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 perceptible. My father's study was on the second floor, and the first thing I noticed on entering was the luxuriant branches and flowers of an old-fas.h.i.+oned hundred-leafed rose tree, that covered the window by his desk.

”Ah!” I cried, ”I can almost imagine myself in your old study at home, when I look at that window.”

”Is it not a reminder?” he said, laughing happily. ”I almost think sometimes it is the same dear old bush, transplanted here.”

”And it is still your favorite flower?” I queried.

He nodded his head, and said, smiling:

”I see you remember still the childhood days.” And he patted my cheek as I gathered a rose and fastened it upon his breast.

”It seems to me this ought to be your home, dear; it is our father's home,” said my sister wistfully.

”Nay,” my father quickly interposed. ”Col. Sprague is her legitimate guardian and instructor. It is a wise and admirable arrangement. He is in every way the most suitable instructor she could possibly have.

Our Father never errs.”

”Is not my brother's a lovely character?” I asked.

”Lovely indeed; and he stands very near to the Master. Few have a clearer knowledge of the Divine Will, hence few are better fitted for instructors. But I, too, have duties that call me for a time away.

How blessed to know there can never again be long separations! You will have two homes now, dear child--your own and ours.”

”Yes, yes!” I said. ”I shall be here, I suspect, almost as much as there.”

At this moment a swift messenger approached my father and spoke a few low words.

”Yes, I shall go at once,” he replied, and, waving his hand in adieu, departed with the angelic guide.

”Where do my father's duties mostly lie?” I asked my mother.

”He is called usually to those who enter life with little preparation--that which on earth we call death-bed repentance. You know what wonderful success he always had in winning souls to Christ; and these poor 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 greatly beloved by those he thus helps. He often allows me to accompany him and labor with him, and that is such a pleasure to me!

And do you know”--with an indescribable look of happiness--”I forget nothing now!”