February 10, 1893 INDIAN HELPER, Carlisle Indian School Newspaper, page 1.

February 10, 1893 INDIAN HELPER, Carlisle Indian School Newspaper, page 1.

Indian Industrial School, Carlisle, Pa.
VOL. VIII. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1893, No. 21

IN her old arm-chair she's sitting,
As in days of long ago,
While she's knitting, knitting, knitting,
Gently rocking to and fro:
On the high old-fashion bureau
Lies the choicest book she's known;
Who will turn its sacred pages,
After grandmamma is gone?

Years ago a dear companion
Promised her, a blushing bride,
To protect, to love, and cherish,
E'en till death should them divide.
O'er a low mound 'neath the willow
Summer roses long have blown,
They will bloom above another
After grandmamma is gone.

O'er the hills the sun is setting,
And the twilight shadows come,
Still she's waiting, waiting, waiting,
'Till the Master calls her home.
Though I weep for friends departed,
While they're going one by one,
I shall have one more in heaven,
After grandmamma is gone.

(concluded from last week.)
Grandma on one side and Mr. Bliss on the other, they counted it, and found about thirty-two dollars, and they laughed and cried for joy together again.
"Now Phil, you shall have this and go to that air school that you talk about; and don't never tell how you got the money."
And thus Mr. Bliss was put in possession of the money that started him in his education and to usefulness and to fame.
One of the first songs he wrote after God inspired his heart and pen was a loving tribute to grandma entitled:-
(see poem above.)
Mr. Bliss frequently visited the old home, and sometimes conducted meetings in the little Presbyterian church where the family worshipped. On a certain occasion he gave an evening of song, carrying grandmamma in his arms to the carriage and from the carriage, into the church in the course of the meeting

and with grandma present, he told the story of the old stocking and gave her the honour and credit of giving him his start in his musical training, grandma being greatly embarrassed at the moment; and then he sang the song he had written for her, and there was scarcely a dry eye in the house.
Years rolled on, and in 1870, at Ashtabula, Ohio, in the great railroad wreck, Mr. Bliss and wife were lost, being entirely consumed by the fire that followed, so that no relic was ever found. The childhood of old age crept upon dear old grandma, her faculties failing one by one until she took to her bed. She would sometimes talk to herself, saying: "Well, Jesus will come after me today; I ain't of no use here nohow, and He will certainly come after me today."
One morning she was heard to say softly:-
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."
A little while after one of the family approaching the bed found grandma silent and lifeless. Jesus had come, and she had gone with Him to His home. -Clark Wilson.

I heard a story the other day about an old Indian who had borrowed some tobacco from a white man.
After he had got back to his wigwam he found some money rolled up in the tobacco, and at first was quite delighted to get it, thinking only how many pounds of tobacco it could be exchanged for.
But during the night the Indian grew restless and could not sleep, the thought of the money began to trouble him, and he could not make up his mind that it belonged to him.
So the next morning he arose bright and early, and asked for the "white man."
(Continued on the Fourth Page.)

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