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A DOUBLE CONFESSION
By Frank E. Finch.
(Copyright, 1916, wrGrM3hapman.)
"I never imagined human nature
could ever be like this," said Rev.
John Saunders to Miss Mary, the ma
tron at the Shelter society's head
quarters. Miss Mary smiled upon him with
the dignity of five and twenty years,
four of which had been spent in the
"I guess it's the same everywhere,
Mr. Saunders," she answered lightly,
mentally registering her pity that a
young man of her own age should
know so little of life. In fact, Mr.
Saunders, who had come straight to
the chaplain's post from the theolog
ical seminary, a month before, waS, in
comparison with herself, a child.
Miss Mary had evinced a decided
partiality for Rev. Mr. Saunders. He,
himself, was not indifferent to her. In
the secrecy of his heart he had even
dared to dream things relating to a
little home somewhere, when he got
his coveted post in a small town, far
from the noise of the lower East side.
In this home, like a presiding genius,
was enthroned Miss Mary Pagshaw,
with a changed name. What Miss
Mary thought must not be revealed.
But she thought a good deal of him.
"If I could advise it, Mr. Saunders,"
said Miss Mary, "I wouldn't be quite
so eager to save these men's souls.
They're pretty hardened, some of
them. They want example more than
preaching. Now there's 'Red' Larri
gan. Five years ago, when he began
coming here, he was a hardened
drunkard. Now be he works some
times. And he's quit swearing. Well,
Mr. Harrison never spoke one word to
him about salvation. 'Never mind his
soul until it's ready,' he used to say.
'We'll feed his body and show him the
difference in conditions by example.
And any day he may come up to the
mercy seat' Well, Mr. Saunders, 'Red'
.Larrigan is a far different man from
what he was. Mark you, the day will
come when you'll finish what Mr.
She spoke with great earnestness,
but the young clergyman was not
convinced. He, too, had noticed a
difference in Larrigan, even during
that month. His heart was burning to
pull this piece of human wreckage
out of the mire. Then there was
"Blister" Mike. Mike was a regular
hobo who put into the mission dur
ing the winter and found subsistence
Put Their Heads Together After the
in return for some very meager work
at the woodpile.
v On the next evenirig both these
characters being in attendance, Mr.
Saunders took the opportunity for
a little private talk with each.
The results were disconcerting.
"Red" relapsed. He uttered an oath.
"Five years I've been coming here,
Mr. Saunders, and nobody never said
a word about religion to me," he
complained, greatly aggrieved,, "I