Probable Sons by Amy LeFeuvre
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loving Father gently calling His wanderer home? Stricken down himself,
placed on a sick bed for reflection, brought to the edge of the valley of the shadow of death, and then tenderly restored to life and health; the gentle voice and life of a little child pleading with him day by day, and that life having so lately been miraculously preserved from a great danger--all this filled his heart with the realization of the mercy and loving-kindness of God; and when again the past came up before him, and the tempter drew near again with the old refrain, "You have wandered too long, you have hardened your heart, and God has shut his ear to your cry!" Sir Edward, by the help and power of the Divine Spirit, was able to look up, and say from the depths of his heart,-- "_Father, I have sinned against Heaven, and in Thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called Thy son."_ They were sitting in the study the next afternoon, the child upon his knee, when Sir Edward said suddenly,-- "Do you know that I have received a letter to-day about you?" "Who from?" asked Milly, with interest. "From my sister, your aunt, in Australia. I wrote to her when you came, and she wants to have you out there, and bring you up among her own children. She says a friend of hers will take charge of you and take you to her next month. I must talk to nurse about it." The little hands clutched hold of his coat sleeve tightly, but not a word did Milly say. Sir Edward noted a slight quivering of the lips, and a piteous gleam in the soft brown eyes. He waited in silence for a |
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