Katharine's Yesterday by Grace Livingston Hill Read Free Book Online

a small white-clad book with gold letters. The Greatest Thing in the World was the tile. On the flyleaf was written, “A Merry Christmas and Joyful New Year, from your friend, Frank Warner.” Katharine’s cheeks flushed and a pleased look came into her eyes as she turned to the letter. It read:

    My dear Friend,
    The accompanying little book has helped me very much, and I pass it on to you in the hope that you will enjoy it as much as I have. It is Professor Drummond’s address on that wonderful love chapter, 1 Cor. 13. You will notice that he asks all who will to read that chapter every day for three months. I have begun to do so. Will you join me in it for the first three months of the new year? And may the greatest, the best thing in all the world be yours, is the wish of your friend,
    Frank Warner

    The next Sunday afternoon the new book was brought out and read; and not only the sister, but t he brother, joined the young man in reading that marvelous chapter every day. It opened up to them new thoughts. Assisted by Professor Drummond’s clear, helpful words, they studied Paul’s analysis of “love,” and tried to measure their own lives by it, and a lt er them so that they would fit the perfect pattern.

Tomorrow

    It was a lovely spring day. The sir was soft and caressing; the tender young leaves, which but the week before had first revealed their yellow-green edges, were dancing merrily, trying to shake the wrinkles out of their new spring dresses. The grass were made over new for the year, and was spangled with great bending daisies and saucy, nodding buttercups; and the clear blue sky looked down with just as pleased and surprised an air as it had used for all the other bright spring days of all the centuries gone before.
    About the little village station the greenness and springiness crept, even up to its very door. Down the track a few yards the great black drinking hose which the engines used stood grinning, now and then sending a large, bright drop down with a gleeful splash, which bounded into little sprinkles over the board below. The bright steel rails gleamed in the sunshine, and hummed a cheerful prelude for the train that was approaching.
    Katharine and her brother came with rapid steps down the street to the station. There was an eager, expectant look on Katharine’s face that betokened some unusual pleasure. The house they had just left betokened it too. The windows were open, the summer curtains airing their freshness in the breeze. Little vases of spring blossoms stood around on tiny stands; and everything seemed in summer holiday attire. And the curtains, as they blew; the rooms, in their quiet unclutteredness; the flowers – all seemed to say joyfully, “Cousin Hetty and the rest are coming today, and we are ready and glad.”
    All but John. He had been dreading the summer. Katharine was beginning to be “so nice”; and now, of course, all their good times would be broken up. She would go off with the rest, and he would be left to himself. He did not blame her; but he sighed a little, and looked glum over the prospect. He had objected decidedly to accompanying Katharine to the station.
    “They don’t know me much, and won’t want to see me; and I shall feel like a cat in a strange garret,” he had said.
    But Katharine had drawn her arm through his, and, looking up lovingly into his face, had answered, “I intend they shall know you ‘much,’ and if they care to see much of me, they would better want to see you too; for they will soon find out that I can’t get along without my brother.”
    Of course John went after that, though he did not in the least wish to; but he thought if Katharine wanted him so much he might as well gratify h er.
    The train proved to be seven minutes late; and as they stood on the platform waiting, Katharine looked off at the purple hills, which seemed to have planted themselves at the end of the track, and thought of that other day when she had looked