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the distressed mother had to get up and leave the church, leading 

 Truth by the hand. 



The next day found Truth in her favorite haunt. She was 

 watching the beans with a look of pity on her face when she was 

 interrupted by the voice of a stranger. The stranger smiled and 

 said, "What are you doing little girl?" 



" I am looking at the colored spots on the bean pods." 



"And why are you looking so sadly at the bean plants?" 



"I am so sorry for them!" cried Truth. "I am so sorry that 

 God is angry with them." 



' ' What makes you think that God is angry with the bean plants ?' 



"Why the preacher said so in his sermon." 



The stranger nodded with a smile and placed his hand on Truth's 

 head and said: "I will tell you a secret, Httle girl. I suspect 

 that the preacher never studied the color spots on the bean and 

 may not know very much about them." As he spoke he took a 

 lens from his pocket and let Truth look through it at one of the 

 colored spots. "That is as much a plant as the bean," continued 

 the stranger. 



Truth could hardly speak. A look of admiration came upon 

 her face. 



Then he touched the red spot with a needle and placed a tiny 

 speck under the microscope. "These are like seeds but we call 

 them spores, ' ' he went on to explain. ' ' Do you wish to know more 

 about them?" Truth eagerly nodded her head. The stranger 

 now proceeded to explain. "Each of these little beads is a spore. 

 They are so small that we can only see them through the micro- 

 scope. The wind blows them around and when they land on the 

 bean plant they send small threads into the pods or leaves. The 

 red spots then appear and in a few hours there are thousands of 

 more spores ready to be blown a round. So now, little girl, you 

 know why those red spots are on the bean pods." 



Meanwhile the wind had heard the conversation between the 

 kind-hearted stranger and the Httle girl. The wind was happy 

 now, and said, "I have at last found some one who can face the 

 truth and explain it in simple words. I am thankful that some 

 people are searching out the wonders of nature instead of blaming 

 her for what they do not know." With these words he whistled 

 merrily and danced away to do his part in the world of natural 

 laws. 



