By and by her thoughts drifted westward to her son Charles, with his
regiment on the Colorado plains, to her son Richard in his Texan home,
to Phyllis and John, to her daughter Netta, to the graves of Richard
and the little Maya. It seemed to her as if all her work was finished.
How wonderfully the wrong had been put right! How worthy Harry was!
How happy her own dear Bessie! If her father could see the home he
had left with anxious fears, she thought he would be satisfied. "I
shall be glad to see him," she said, softly; "he will say to me, 'Thou
did right, Elizabeth!' I think that his praise will be sweet, even
after the Master's."
At this point in her reflections Bessie came into her room. She had
her arms full of myrtles and glowing dahlias, of every color; and she
stooped and kissed her mother, and praised the beauty of her work,
and then began to arrange the flowers in the large vases which stood
upon the hearth and upon the table.
"It is a most beautiful day, mother! a most beautiful world! I wonder
why God says he will make a new world! How can a new one be fairer?"
"His tabernacle will be in it, Bessie. Think of that, my child. An
intimate happiness with him. No more sin. All tears wiped away. Bessie,
there may be grander worlds among the countless stars, but O earth!
fair happy earth, that has such hope of heaven!" and she began to sing
to the sweet old tune of "Immanuel.
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