p. 10 | A LITTLE TRAVELER

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jun 19, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 25.

A LITTLE TRAVELER.

A PALE little lad in a west-bound train, glanced wistfully toward a seat where a mother and her merry children were eating lunch. The tears gathered in his eyes, tho he tried to keep them back. A passenger came and stood beside him.

“What’s the trouble?” he asked. “Have you no lunch?”

“Yes, I have a little left, and I’m not awful hungry.”

“What is it, then? Tell me; perhaps I can help you.”

“It’s—it’s so lonely, and there’s such a lot of them over there, and—and they’ve got their mother.”

The young man glanced at the black band on the boy’s hat. “Ah,” he said gently, “and you have lost yours?”

“Yes, and I am going to my uncle; but I’ve never seen him. A kind lady, the doctor’s wife, who put up my lunch, hung this card to my neck. She told me to show it to the ladies on the car, and they would be kind to me; but I haven’t shown it to any one yet. You may read it, if you like.”

The young man raised the card, and read the name and address of the boy. Below were the words, “And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only, in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, He shall in no wise lose his reward.”

The reader brushed his hand across his eyes, and was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I’ll come back very soon,” and made his way to the mother and her children.

And presently little George felt a pair of loving arms about him, and a woman’s voice, half sobbing, calling him a poor, dear little fellow, and begging him to come with her to her children; and for the rest of that journey, at least, the motherless boy had no lack of “mothering.”—New York Tribune.