Christian fiction; Future life -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
Now, when my child awaited and called me, as he had begun, in the dear
old days on earth, to learn to do, and like any live human baby
proceeded to give vent to a series of incoherent remarks bearing upon
the fact that Boy would like his supper, I was fain to perceive that
being a spirit did not materially change the relation of a man to the
plainer human duties; and that, whether personally agreeable or no, I
must needs bring myself into some sort of connection with the
civilization about me. I might be a homesick fellow, but the baby was
hungry. I might be at odds with the whole scheme of things, but the
child must have a shelter. I might be a spiritual outcast, but what
was to become of Boy? The heart of the father arose in me; and,
gathering the little fellow to my breast, I set forth quickly to the
nearest town.
Here, after some hesitation, I accosted a stranger, whose appearance
pleased me, and besought his assistance in my perplexity. He was a man
of lofty bearing; his countenance was strong and benign as the western
wind; he had a gentle smile, but eyes which piercingly regarded me. He
was of superior beauty, and conducted himself as one having authority.
He was much occupied, and hastening upon some evidently important
errand; but he stopped at once, and gave his attention to me with the
hearty interest in others characteristic of the people.
"Are you a stranger in the country--but newly come to us?"
"A stranger, sir, but not newly arrived."
"And the child?"
"The child ran into my arms about an hour ago."
"Is the boy yours?"
"He is my only child."
"What do you desire for him?"
"I would fain provide for him those things which a father must desire.
I seek food and shelter. I wish a home, and means of subsistence, and
neighbourhood, and the matters which are necessary to the care and
comfort of an infant. Pray, counsel me. I do not understand the
conditions of life in this remarkable place."
"I do not know that it is of consequence that I should," I added, less
courteously, "but I cannot see the boy deprived. He must be made
comfortable as speedily as possible. I shall be obliged to you for
some suggestion in the matter."
"Come hither," replied the stranger, laconically. Forthwith, he led
me, saying nothing further, and I followed, asking nothing more.
This embarrassed me somewhat, and it was with some discomfort that I
entered the house of entertainment to which I was directed, and asked
for those things which were needful for my child. These were at once
and lavishly provided. It soon proved that I had come to a luxurious
and hospitable place. The people were most sympathetic in their
manner. Boy especially excited the kindest of attention; some women
fondled him, and all the inmates of the house interested themselves in
the little motherless spirit.
In spite of myself this touched me, and my heart warmed toward my
entertainers.
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