The Brown Towel
The editor of The Christian Woman tells the story of a poor woman who, in her anxiety to give to the Lord, oould find nothing but a poor brown towel.
“They must be very poor who have nothing to give,” said Mrs. Jarvis, as she deposited a pair of beautiful English blankets in a box that was being filled by the ladies of the church to be sent to the poor.
“And now, ladies, as you are nearly through, I would like to tell you an incident in my history; I was once very poor.”
“You once very poor?” said a lady.
“Yes; I was once very poor. There came to our village a missionary to deliver a lecture. I felt very desirous to go; but having no decent apparel to wear, I was often deprived of going to church, although I was a member.
“I waited until it was late, and then slipped in and took a seat behind the door,
“I listened with streaming eyes to the missionary’s acount of the destitution and darkness in heathen layds. Poor as I was, I felt it to be a great privilege to live in a Christian land and to be able to read my Bible.
“It was proposed by our pastor that the congregation should fill a box and send it out with the missionary on his return.
“0,” thought I, “how I would like to send something.”” When I returned home my poor children were still sleeping soundly, and my disconsolate husband waiting my return, for he had been out of employment some time. After he had gone to bed I went to looking over my clothes, but I could find nothing that was suitable that I could possibly spare; then I began looking over the children’s things, but could find nothing that the poor dears could be deprived of; so I went to bed with a heavy heart, and lay a long time thinking of the destitution of the poor heathen, and how much better off I was.
“I got to thinking over my little stock again. There was nothing I could. put into the box except two brown towels.
“Next day I got my towels, pieced out the best one, and when it was almost dark, put on my bonnet, went to the church, slipped my towel into the box, and came away thinking that the Lord knew I had done what I could.
“And now, ladies, let me tell you it was not long after that till my husband got into a good situation; and prosperity has followed us ever since. So I date back my prosperity to this incident of the brown towel.”
Her story was done, and, as her carriage was waiting at the door, she took her departure, leaving us all mute with surprise that one so rich and generous had been trained to give amid poverty.