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And you helped
me, boy, to know him."
"Oh, dad," cried Barry, passionately. "Not I! I don't know Him at all!"
"Let me tell you how you helped me, Barry. Before I went up the last
time, I wanted--"
He paused abruptly, his face working and his lip quivering.
"Forgive me, my boy. I'm a little weak."
A few moments of silence and then he continued quietly:
"I wanted you, Barry."
The boy's hands were writhing under his knees, but his face and eyes
were quite steady.
"I was terribly lonely. I thought of that strange, dear bond that held
us together, and then like a flash out of the sky came those great
words: 'Like as a father pitieth his children,' and oh, boy, boy! It
came to me then that as I feel toward my boy God feels toward me. Barry,
listen--" His voice fell to a whisper. "I am God's son, as you are
mine. There was no more fear, and I was not nearly so lonely. Tell the
boys--tell the boys the truth about God."
He lay a long time silent, with his eyes closed, and as Barry watched
he saw two tears fall down the white cheeks.


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