April 1924
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% T h e C h i l d r e n s G a r d e n Sophie Shaw M eader
has been so long since we have had such a treat,” said Mrs. Foulke. “Oh, mother! I think it would be real comfort able to be sick because of the ham. Please don’t talk to me or ask any questions now, for I am tasting this ham and don’t want to lose a bit of its good taste.” One bright morning a few days later as the foreign teacher and her daughter were hurridly prepading for their trip to the village schools, the mother’s attention was called
A TRUE MISSIONARY STORY By Sophie Shaw Meader (In Three Chapters) Chapter One Rosemary Prays for a Mule and Cart
For seven long years, the missionary and her daughter^ Rosemary, now a tall girl of sixteen, had lived in the little
to the condition of her girl’s feet. “Why Rosemary,” she exclaimed, “Your feet are blistered. You cannot go with, me today. And look at your shoes the soles are almost worn out.” “Yes, mother, I donft seem to be in a very good condition to go. If I stay at home, I’ll pray all day, asking God to send us a mule and cart so that we may ridé to our work. Then as I pray, I will finish the dress you so badly need.” T h i s arrangement w a s speedily made, and Mrs. Foulke was soon trudging alone over the rough road, bent on her mission of love; while Rosemary stayed at home quietly sewing, as she lifted her young heart in prayer to her King. She realized that if they did not soon have a cart in which to ride much of their work must be abandoned, as the roads were so rough that the foot travelers often be came footsore a n d ex hausted. The afternoon shadows began to lengthen, the sun cast one last golden beam into the window and sank quickly out of sight and darkness settled over the village. Rosemary lighted the oil lamp and waited for her
village of Tamingfu, China: but to the “foreign teacher” (as the natives called her) and Rosemary old Father Time seemed to have wings, for their days were crowded with work. One morning as Mrs. Foulke entered her home,- having returned from her 11:00 o’clock class for boys, Rosemary, her face kindled with excitement, ran to meet her. “Oh, mother, see what the gate-keeper just brought us— a package from our dear people in America! Quick, let’s open it!’”|? Not waiting to take off her wraps, the mother help ed Rosemary, who with eager fingers, cut the strings and tore away the paper, re vealing to their astonished eyes an immense ham. “Oh! Oh! we’ll have ham and eggs for dinner, won’t we, mother dear?” cried Rosemary. “Yes, my darl ing. Isn’t it wonderful that God remembers us not only in a spiritual way, but by sending us things for our physical needs as well” an swered her mother. “I’ll cut the ham, dear, and you may set the table.” While the
From. My Letter Box I am in th e h osp ital for the secon d tim e for a m as toid o p eration and I sit in bed and w ork on m y b o o k and en jo y it so m uch, alth ou gh I ca n ’t do a lo t at a tim e. I w on d er if y o u w ill return m y little n o teb o o k if 1 send it and p o sta g e for return? I*d hate to lo se it after I w ork ed «0 hard w h ile in th e h ospital. D o ro th y C lure, M inn. (A g e 9 ) I have read in y o u r K ing's B usiness that y o u give B ible studies for b oys and girls. I am a b o y of fo u r teen years. I w a n t to learn m ore ab ou t the Bible. M aybe I’ll b e a preach er. L ester Ball, O regon . Mama and I are lea rn in g th e verses. W e say them w h en w e do the dishes. My b rother has a radio and w e hear splen d id serm on s over it, but n early ev ery tim e w e hear them , w e hear som e of th e verses w e learned in th e co n test and how good th ey sound! I am d oin g m y b est to w in a prize but if som e other girl or b oy n eed s it w o rse than I do, I w a n t h er or him to h ave it an d w an t G od to d ecid e. I w ish som e of the little “gard en ers” w ou ld w rite to m e. A d d ress——Lillian Morris, O w en , W isconsin . (A g e 10) T h at su re w as a n ice T estam en t and card y ou gave m e. I thank y o u v ery m uch. I am tak in g th e Bible study but I don ’t thin k I’ll get the prize. Fern C onaw ay, K ansas. 1 than k y o u fo r p u ttin g T h e C hild ren ’s G arden in the K in g’s B usiness. It has helped m e so m uch and given m e som eth in g to d o on Sundays. E lizabeth G illis, H aw aii (A g e 10)
preparations for the antici pated feast were in pro gress, t h e m o t h e r and daughter sang snatches of hymns and repeated Psalms of Praise.
mother’s return. The minutes lengthened into hours; the hands of the clock pointed to eight, then eight-thirty and still the missionary had not arrived.’ With her pulse beat ing a little faster, the girl watched and listened. Would her mother never come? If she did not reach home by nine o’clock, the great gates of the city would be closed
As they sat down to eat, Rosemary exclaimed, “Mother I can! hardly wait. My mouth has been watering for ham and eggs.” “What a feast we are having, but we had better be care ful not to eat too much for fear it may make us sick as it
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