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Title: Rosa's Quest The Way to the Beautiful Land
Author: Anna Potter Wright

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ROSA'S QUEST
Or
The Way to the Beautiful Land
by
ANNA POTTER WRIGHT

The Moody Press 153 Institute Place Chicago Copyright, 1904, by The
Moody Bible Institute of Chicago Printed in United States of America.

_To my mother,_ _who abides in the "beautiful land,"_ _I dedicate this,
my first book._

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER. PAGE
I. "How Much is the Fare?" 9
II. Esther's Perplexity 19
III. Rosa's Mother Moves 26
IV. Life with Mrs. Gray 37

V. The Way Sought 51
VI. The Way Found 68
VII. Victory! 91
VIII. Dust to Dust 105
IX. "A Little Child Shall Lead Them" 112
Afterword 121

[Illustration]

I.
"HOW MUCH IS THE FARE?"
"Rosa! Rosa!"
"Yes'm, Mis' Gray, I'm coming."
"Well, fer land sakes then, hurry up, you lazy girl! I've been a-hollerin'
till my throat's sore. You're always underfoot when you ain't wanted,
then when you are wanted, you're no place to be found. If you wuz my
girl, you'd be learnt to know more'n you know now, I can tell you that.
I believe in young uns amountin' to somethin', but it's mighty little you
know."
"But, Mis' Gray," faltered poor little Rosa, "mother was coughing awful,
and I didn't hear you."
"Yes, your ma ag'in. I don't know what you'll have fer an excuse when
she's gone, or what'll become of you either. I know one thing, though; I
won't have you. But it'd be a heap sight better fer you if I would, and a
real blessin', too."

"Why, where's mother going, Mis' Gray?" asked Rosa with wide-open
and frightened eyes.
"There, there, Sary, don't talk to the child so! Never mind, Rosa dear,
Sary don't mean it. Sary's a good woman, yes, a very good woman."
"I do too mean it, father, and I jest want you to keep still. You always
take her part. Yes, I am a good woman, or I'd never kep' you after poor
Tom got killed. I have to sew my finger ends off to git us enough to eat
and to pay the rent. I always did have bad luck from the day I married
Tom Gray. He would insist on keepin' you, and you wuz sick that
summer he couldn't git no work. He'd walk all day a-tryin' to find
somethin' to do, then set up all night with you, though I told him it
wuzn't necessary. I washed and I sewed and I done everything, but our
little home had to go. I thought then, and I think now, that we could
a-kep' it, if it hadn't been fer you. If Tom could git hold of a cent at all,
it would go fer medicine, or somethin' fer you to eat. After you got well,
he found a place to work, and wuz a-tryin' to git back the home, when
he went and got killed, a-tryin' to keep a poor, good-fer-nothin' beggar
from bein' run over by the streetcar. All he left me wuz you to look
after, and you ain't never had a bit of sense, since the day he wuz
brought home to me all torn and bleedin'. There ain't many that's had as
much to put up with as I have. I guess most daughters-in-law would jest
have told you to leave, but no, I've been a-keepin' you fer the last five
years, and no tellin' how much longer you'll live! And you didn't mind
me this mornin', and I sprained my ankle a-goin'--"
"Grandpa," broke in Rosa, heedless of Mrs. Gray's irascible tongue,
"what does she mean about mother going away?"
"Why, I don't know, child; I ain't heard no talk about her leavin', but
then I git things so mixed up since Tom died."
"Rosa Browning, I didn't call you in here to ask foolish questions. I
want you to deliver this package, and quick, too. If you hadn't talked so
much, you could be well