he baby was about a month old, a man standing
six feet three inches and weighing two hundred and twenty-five pounds,
came on the porch where Mrs. Herne was sitting with the baby, and said:
"Mrs. Herne, the boys want me to take the baby to them. They are all
sitting under the mulberry trees."

Mrs. Herne said: "All right, Frank." But the nurse seemed to be alarmed
lest he might hurt the infant, as he was so large and awkward, not used
to handling a baby four weeks old, so she followed Frank and the baby to
where the boys were. Frank said: "Here boys, each one of you can hold
him just long enough to pass your opinion upon him." The men seemed to
take as much pride and interest in the child as if he were their own.
After the boy had been in each of the men's arms and they had passed
their judgment on him, the nurse wanted to take the child back, but tall
Frank said: "No, I took the baby from Mrs. Herne and I am going to see
the child in her arms safe again." When putting the baby in her lap he
said: "The boys all think he is the brightest baby they ever saw."

After he was gone the nurse said: "You ought to see how gentle those
great men handled that baby."

Every day the men always inquired and talked about the baby, and were
eager to watch its growth.

If you entered the house of an evening about the time the baby was put
to bed, you would hear a very sweet, soft voice singing:

"Hush! my child, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed.
Heavenly blessings without number
Cluster round thy sacred head."

There is great talk made among many persons about catching different
kinds of disease and sickness, but how seldom you hear people talk about
the contagious qualities of hope, joy and love. Supposing on a ranch the
owner gets up in the morning and starts the vibrations going, "That All
is life, All is love, All is joy, and All is God," and there is a hearty
response by his wife who takes up the invocation, "All is life, All is
love, All is joy, and All is God." And carrying them into the kitchen,
she adds to them by singing this song:

"The thorns that pester and vex my life
Have changed to the flowers in June,
All sounds, disorders, pain and strife
Have rounded into tune."

From the kitchen the chore boy takes up the sayings to the teamsters,
"All is life, All is love, All is joy, All is God." The teamsters take
up those life-giving words, and instead of swearin