A Little Hero | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 13, 1909

A Little Hero.

RECENTLY a Dublin gentleman proposed to drive with his wife to the beautiful Glasnevin Cemetery. Calling his little son, a bright boy of some four years old, he told him to get ready to accompany them. The child's countenance fell, and the father said, "Don't you want to go, Willie?" The little lip quivered. "Yes, papa, if you wish."

The child was strangely silent during the drive, and when the carriage reached the entrance he clung to his mother's side and looked up in her face with pathetic wistfulness. The party alighted and walked among the graves and along the tree-shaded avenues, looking at the inscriptions on the last resting places of the dwellers in the beautiful city of the dead.

After an hour or so they returned to the carriage, and the father lifted the little boy to his seat. The child looked surprised, drew a breath of relief and asked, "Why, am I going home with you?" "Of course you are; why not?" "I thought when they took little boys to the cemetery they left them there," said the child. Many a man does not show the heroism in the face of death that this child evinced in what to him had evidently been a summons to leave the world.—London Telegraph.