Christie's old organ : $b or, Home, sweet home — John Shaqi
Christie's old organ : $b or, Home, sweet homeWalton, O. F., Mrs.
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Christie's old organ : $b or, Home, sweet home
Walton, O. F., Mrs.
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Friendship -- Juvenile fiction; Poverty -- Juvenile fiction
"Kindly excuse me for troubling you with this matter; but I do not
wish to defer it until our return, lest I lose sight of the boy.
The dismal attic where Christie and his old master lived was the
last place my dear wife visited before her illness; and I feel that
the charge of this boy is a sacred duty which I must perform for
her dear sake, and also for the sake of Him who has said, 'Inasmuch
as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye
have done it unto me.'
"Believe me, dear Mr. Wilton,
"Yours very sincerely,
"GERALD LINDESAY."
"Christie," said the clergyman, "the dear Lord has been very good to
you."
"Yes," said little Christie, "old Treffy was right; wasn't he, sir?"
"What did old Treffy say?" asked the clergyman.
"He said the Lord had some work for me to do for Him," said Christie,
"and I didn't think there was any thing I could do; but He's going to
let me, after all."
"Yes," said the clergyman, smiling; "shall we thank Him, Christie?"
So he knelt down by Christie's bed, and little Christie clasped his thin
hands and added his words of praise:--
"O Jesus, I thank Thee so much for letting me have some work to do for
Thee; and, please, I will stay outside the gates a little longer, to do
something to show Thee how I love Thee. Amen."
"Yes, Christie," said the clergyman, as he rose to go, "you must work
with a very loving heart. And when the work is over will come the
_rest_. After the long waiting will come 'Home, sweet Home.'"
"Yes," said Christie, brightly, "'there's no place like Home, no place
like Home.'"
CHAPTER XIII.
CHRISTIE'S WORK FOR THE MASTER.
It was a hot summer's afternoon, some years after, and the air in Ivy
Court was as close and stifling as it had been in the days when Christie
and old Treffy lived there. Crowds of children might still be seen
playing there, screaming and quarrelling, just as they had done then.
The air was as full of smoke and dust, and the court looked as desolate
as it had done in those years gone by. It was still a very dismal and a
very forlorn place.
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