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There was a widow who had a noble daughter. The mother had had many trials. This daughter, however, had grown to be a wonderful comfort to her mother. The mother had lived for her child all the years. By dint of much toil and sacrifice she had helped her through a long and splendid course of education. She had been graduated with high honor from one of the finest colleges in the land. Then she had taught two or three years, earning a little money, and had gone abroad, spending a year in study in Paris. Returning she had resumed teaching, and was earning a good salary. At the Christmas time the daughter was full of plans for her mother’s comfort as old age was creeping on for her. She hoped in a little time to take her away from toil and care, and to reward her, in some way, for all her sacrifices and self denials.
Then sudden death came to this noble child. The mother who had been living for her through the bright years, and who was now beginning to realize the reward of all her labors and the fruit of all her self denial, was called at midnight to go a hundred miles to look at the child of her sweet hopes sleeping in voiceless death. Could she see the goodness of God in that strange experience? It is in such experiences as these that faith saves us. We cannot see, but we believe that the love of God never fails. Hence we can bow our head in silence, knowing that all is well.