The Widow's Tree

Not many years ago a violent storm, with wind and thnnder, spread devastation all through the valley of Yellow Creek, Georgia. For a mile in width, trees were uprooted, bams and fences were prostrated, and all the lands were desolated.

Bight in the center of the tornado stood a small cabin. Its sole occupants were an aged widow and her only son. The terrible wind struck a large tree in front of her humble dwelling, twisting and dashing it about. If it fell it would lay her home in ruins. Desolation, death itself, might follow. The storm howled and raged. The great trees fell in all directions. When it seemed her tree must also fall and there was no remedy, she knelt in fervent supplication to Him who gaihereth the wind in his fists, that he would spare that tree. Her prayer was heard. The tree was spared, and was the only one left within a considerable distance of the widow’s cabin.