ABOUT an hour’s ride from B— there lived an old schoolmaster. He had a married son who was schoolmaster at B. The latter had a little son that was the darling of the grandfather. He was a dear little curly-headed fellow, two years of age. One evening the grandfather was seized with a strong desire to see his little grandson. As it was already late, he was undecided whether he should go or not; but his love for the child forced him to go, and soon after, he was on his way to B., where he arrived at 10 p.m. When he arrived at his son’s house, his first question was for his darling.
“Charlie has been asleep for an hour,” said his mother.
“Bring him to me; I must, and will see him,” insisted the grandfather.
The mother took the sleeping child out of its bed, and brought it to the grandfather. The latter placed him on his knee, petted and kissed him while the child still slept. Suddenly they heard a strange cracking and thumping noise in the bed room. They all ran there, and saw to their dismay that the ceiling just above the child’s crib had fallen, and smashed the crib to pieces.
“Now,” said the grandfather, when they had recovered from the shock, “now I know why I was sent here. It was God’s will that I should be the means of saving the child. May God be praised for His grace, who would not let me rest until I started off to come here in the night.”
ML 04/16/1922