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THE DAY WAS ONE OF WEARINESS WITH NO BRIGHT INTERLUDE; I WAS FATIGUED BY HOMELY TASKS BEREFT OF FORTITUDE. NIGHT'S SHADOWS BROUGHT A DEEPER GLOOM AND WHEN A SUDDEN KNOCK, UPON THE DOOR CAME STARTLING ME, TREMBLING, I TURNED THE LOCK. THERE STOOD A TIRED, DEJECTED MAN WHO HUMBLY ASKED FOR BREAD, AND IN HIS COUNTENANCE THERE WAS NO THING TO FEAR OR DREAD. FOR MEEKNESS AND HUMILITY WERE STAMPED UPON HIS FACE AS THOUGH SOME SORROW'S HEAVY WEIGHT HAD PASSED AND LEFT ITS TRACE. FORGETTING CARE, I TURNED TO FETCH A PLATE OF MEAT AND BREAD; BY SERVING HIM SOMEHOW MY HEART WAS STRANGELY COMFORTED. AND EVIL TALES OF VAGRANT FOLK ALL VANISHED WHEN HE SAID; " I THANK YOU FOR THIS KINDLY ACT,: THEN BOWED AND TRUDGED AHEAD; DID HE KNOW THAT I TOO HAD BEGGED BUT NOT FOR EARTHLY BREAD, THAT WHEN I GAVE HIM FOOD AND DRINK MY SPIRIT HAD BEEN FED? BY Margaret E. Bruner
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