"In my Father's house are many mansions. * * * I go to prepare a place
for you."--_John 14:2_.
Two men were walking in the grounds surrounding a stately residence on
the outskirts of the city.
"I told you some time ago of the king of Poland's visit," said the one
who had been instructor at the school. "Did you see that item in the
paper this morning?"
"Yes," replied the other. "The visit must have made a great impression
on him, judging by what he is doing."
"He was much interested. He is a good man, and is carrying out the
instructions which he received while here. You have not been here
before?"
"No; this is my first visit."
"This house is being built for a descendant of mine who is yet in
mortality. I visit with him frequently, and he has asked me for
suggestions as to its construction. I have had much pleasure in giving
them. Soon he is to bring a wife into his new home, a dear good girl
whom I am pleased to welcome in this way into our family. The workmen
have nearly finished their labors and I am devoting some time to the
preparation of the grounds. Will you have time to look around with me?"
"I have time today, brother."
They walked towards the house. It stood on the slope of a gentle
elevation which furnished a view of the country westward.
"Here you see what I am doing. I am departing somewhat from the usual
form of lawn plans, but I want this place to have a special feature. You
see, I have led this stream of water around the hill-side and made it
fall over this small precipice into this tiny lake. What do you think of
it?"
"It is beautiful and unique."
"You see, brother, I have a liking for streams of water. They always
please my eye, and their babble and roar is music to my ears. And then,
someone else will soon be visiting with me here. I call this my
temporary Earth-home; and brother, nothing can be too beautiful for my
wife."
His companion looked at him and smiled. The speaker smiled in return.
They understood each other.
"Yes, she is coming soon--at any time, now."
They walked into the house and inspected the building. It was no
exception to the other houses in the city, as beautiful as gold, silver,
precious stones, fine woods, silks, and other fabrics could make it.
Most of the rooms were furnished, as if in readiness for occupancy.
"I delight in statuary," was explained to the visitor, "and my wife
delights in paintings. You see, I have catered to both our tastes, and
especially hers. Those panels are the work of the famous Rene, and this
ceiling was painted by the best artist in the city. Here, what do you
think of this?"
They paused before a large painting hung in the best light. It showed
traces of age, but the colors indicated the hand of a master. It
represented a scene where grandeur and beauty mingle; in the distance,
blue hills; nearer, they became darker and pine clad; in the foreground
loomed a rocky ledge; encircled by the hills, lay a lake, around whose
shores were farms and farm houses with red roofs; and in the foreground
of the lake was an island.
"A fine picture," said the visitor, "and an old one."
"It is a scene in old-time Norway, by one of Europe's best painters.
Here is another. This is new, hardly dry, in fact. You observe that
there are no pines on those hills. The farm house and the orchard in the
foreground are as natural as life. She will recognize them at once."
They passed out.
"I have not had time to collect much in the way of statuary. I work a
little at that art myself. Here is an unfinished piece, a model for a
fountain."
They sat on a bench within sight of the falling water.
"Tell me about your family."
"I have a wife and four children yet in the spirit world. It is not long
as we count time since I left them, and they are soon to follow; but I
am impatient, I think. Oh, but she is a good woman, brother, good and
true and beautiful; and my children are noble ones--two boys and two
girls--even if one has been wayward. He will come back in time. Yes, my
wife first taught me the knowledge of God, in the second estate, and
opened to me the beauties of our Fathers' great plan. I had fallen low,
and was in danger of going lower, when she came--God sent her--and with
her pure, strong hand drew me up from the mire, God bless her." And the
speaker smiled at the splashing waters.
"Then in earth-life I left them so suddenly, and she struggled bravely
on to the end. It was all for the best--we know that now. I had a work
to do in the spirit world, and God called me to it. I did it, and was
accepted of the Master. We all met in the spirit world, and there
continued our labors of love for the glory of God and the salvation of
His children. Then my time came to pass through the resurrection, and
here I am.--Hark, what is that? Someone is calling."
They listened. From the house came a voice, a low, sweet voice, calling.
"Brother, I must go," said he who had been talking. "Someone calls my
name."
He disappeared hurriedly within the door-way; and the visitor went on
his way.