Puget Sound Weekly Argus

Stepping in Father's Footsteps.

One bright winter's morning after a snow storm, a father took his hat for a walk to attend to some farm affairs requiring his attention. As he started, his little boy of five summers also snatched his hat, and followed his father with mock dignity and an assumed business-like air. When they reached the door, the gentleman noticed that no track or pathway had been made in the snow, and he hesitated about letting his boy follow him. But the soft, fleecy snow looked so tempting, so pearly white, that he concluded to allow the child to walk after him. He took long and rapid strides through the untrodden snow, when suddenly remembering his little boy, he paused, looked back for him, and exclaimed:

"Well, my son, don't you find it hard work to walk in this deep snow?"

"Oh! no," said the boy. "I'm coming; for, father, I step in all your tracks."

True enough the dear child was planting his tiny feet just where his parent's had trodden. The child's reply startled the father, as he reflected that thus would his child keep pace with him, and follow in his tracks through life. He was not a man of prayer, and not a Christian; and well might he pause and tremble as he thought of his child, ever striving "to step in all of his tracks," onward, onward through life's mysterious mazes and myths toward eternity! The little boy's reply brought that strong, stubborn-hearted man to think. Finally he repented, and sought and found peace. We believe now he is making such tracks through life that some day that son may be glad to say: "Father, I step in all of your tracks."—[British Workman.