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Robert M. Yost
"There, now!" exclaimed Rev. Dr.
fJraha.m, ns he paused In the middle of
the preparation of his Raster sermon,
"I had forgotten to rail upon that old
lady who wan here last week wllh n
request for n. pastoral visitation. You
remember her, Mary?"' he said to hid
■wife; "a sweet-faced woman, with sor
row ed rare distinctly marked In every
"I remember," responded Mrs. Gra
ham. "Said she hud a household nf
children and appeared to he In financial
aa well an other distress; hut she didn't
1 "Let me see," mused the rector, glanc
ing at his small, gilt-edged notebook.
"Yes, here's the nnme — Mrs. Virginia
Waters, No. — Onsß avenue. Well, well!
The poor we have always with us; hut
— why-er— we were poor ourselves once,
Mary, and I'm like Abraham Lincoln In
believing that the good Lord has a
special fondness for that sort of people,
or there wouldn't be so many of them."
Then the loved nnd lovable rector of
St. James removed his eye glasses, laid
away his unfinished Kaster sermon, or
dered his carriage brought nround In
front and was shortly driven away. He
was n distinguished looking mnn— tall,
well framed and with kindly eyes that
softened the severity of his features.
He had come to St. Louis from the
south after the war closed, and It was
known thru he had seen active service
us a soldier In the Confederate army.
His broiled face, his snow-white hair
and the dignity of his walk and pose?
showed the military blood In his veins.
But he rarely referred to the awful
stilfe In which he hud been nil humble
participant. His rectorship was a thing
apart from all considerations of the
past, and when he turned to secular
facts, rondltions and duties, it was with
n hKiid so strong, a voice so cheerful
and happy and a purse so open that hi?
popularity grew until men forgot his
eloquence us a priest In admiration of
his greatness ns a man.
The rector was not long in reaching
his destination on Cass avenue. He en
countered some difficulties, however, In
precisely locating the home of Mrs.
Waters. There were so many children
In evidence on the pavement, so many
young and slatternly and weary misses,
Blow of Information and thought, that
Borne time elapsed before the good mnn
discovered that the family he sought
had their habitation in the rear of the
building and were only to be reached
by means of a passageway, redolent o."
soapsuds, frying bacon and the odors
arising from unkempt alleyways ami
Dr. Graham did not hesitate, but
pressed forward, kindly enough, until
he arrived at the bottom of a serieß of
three stairways, all leading by in
numerable steps to the small and over
crowded rooms, above. He took the
wrong stairs, of course, and was has
tened down by a vicious dog. His next
effort was successful, and he knocked
loudly on the door. He could see, in the
one window of the place, a little jar of
geranium, whose red petals were drop
ping away, despite the attention which
had been bestowed upon it. He had
time to observe, also, that the windows
were clean and clear and that some
thing resembling a mat was beneath
The door was opened finally to the ex
tent of about three Inches and a child
ish voice framed Itself into the simple
"Is this where Mrs. Waters resides?"
"Is she at home?"
"No, sir; she's gone over to Locust
Street to do a day's washing."
"Are you her little girl? 1
"Yes, sir; and If you won't mind the
baby's crying you might come In an'l
wait a while. Maybe ma Will be back
The rector pushed open the door and
strode In. The baby ceased crying as
Jts blue eyes stared at the Intruder. Tha
child who had responded to the rector.*
knock politely offered a chair and stood
In an expectant attitude. In one corner
sat a little girl of not more than 4 years,
who had plainly been Indulging In tears.
But the room, with all Its evidences of
extreme poverty, appeared to Dr. Gra
ham scrupulously neat.
"Well," said Dr. Oraham, addressing
the oldest, "what In your name?"
"Jennie," she answered him, simply.
"Do you keep house?"
"Yes, sir; I am only 10, but ma says .
-I'm plenty big enough to sweep and
straighten things around while she'-s
away, but It's pretty hard sometimes to
do all that and take care of. the baby.
* And I wouldn't mind the baby bo much
If It wasn't for little Acorns here. She
won't do what I tell her, 'cause she
thinks I got no right to ba boss when
"Acorns is a queer name for a girl.
Where did she get It?"
Jennie's sad face relaxed Into come
thing resembling a smile.
•That ain't her real name, of course.
You see, Mister, we used to live down
in Arkansas on a farm and the hit;
acorns were so thick In the woods when
sister came that I called her 'little
Acorns,' and so she just stayed by that
Little Acorns whs chewing one corner
of her checked apron and glanced fur
tively at the big man, who put on his
eyegluHHea In order to effect a mure
comprehensive and searching Burvey.
"We ain't been here long," continued
Jennie. "I'a, he died, and then mil
moved up here to St. Louis. It's been
awful hard since we came, Did you
ever live In Arkansas, Mister?"
"Well, I can't nay that 1 did, exactly,
but I win' much of It during the war."
"It's a mighty nice place, I can tell
you. We didn't have no , neighbors
nearer than two mlleg, but we hud a
BUDDING EASTER GIRL
As I gaze on this boundless expanse of the ocean
My footsteps are stayed on this strand by the sea.
My spirit Is stirred to deepest emotion,
And I ponder and marvel that some things can be.
In the war of the surf as it beats on the dunes —
In the advance and retreat of the tide's foaming ctesi,
That gathers fresh force from the waves' wreck and ruins
That to vlct'ry at last It may ride on their breast —
I see the deep tragedy of human endeavor,
I hear the sad sound of the world's undertone.
And I know that the strife will continue forever
For place, power, and preferment, and greed for one's own,
So long as man profits by loss of his neighbor,
And sees in his soul but a mere stepping stone
On which he may mount one more rung of the ladder,
Till he stands at the top in triumph alone.
As one wave but makes place for its following fellow
When it wroakE its spent force on the glittering strand,
And creeps down beneath to Its sepulcher hollow,
Which lies o'er the threshold of No Man's Land-
So man follows man, to build each for his own
A fair fabric of dreams by the Sea of Desire
house all to ourselves. And there was
a little gurden where me und ma
planted hollyhockß and prince's feathers.
And down in one corner of the fence
there used to be violets. And wo just
had ocuuns of sunflowers and bleeding
LOS ANGELES HERALD: SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL 23, 1905
EHSTEII?~IL©M<S EEH©M f
hearts. Anil maybe you wouldn't think
It, but pa Ktivi' me a little culf for my
own and pu let me feed It and tie a
blue ribbon, around Its neck."
The rector was beginning to get this
picture photographed In his mind.
Fashioned out of the drift from its shore, wreck bestrown,
. Which savants call experience, or wisdom through fire.
***** • •
"he scene has changed.
Through the mists that rise from its shadows
I look on a tidele&s sea;
O'er the placid waves' smooth lapping, sun tipped with golden green,
With hands outstretched in benison comes the lowly Nazarene
'Tis he, the King of Glory, who walked on Galilee!
'Tis he who died on Calv'ry that all might be rebornl
'Tis the day dawn sung in story— the Resurrection morn!
I cease to mourn and murmur asrl turn from the placid sea,
For I know why in God's great mercy some things are good to be.
I know why man's faults and failures are blessings In disguise—
And that on Life's wheel we're broken to be made meet for the Master's
I take up my cross more joyfully, for the crown waits Just along,
And my soul Joins with all Nature In a glad triumphal song.
And I wait that glad millennium when the Banner of Christ unfurled
Rhall be borne by every creature and Love shall rule the world.
MRS. W. J. DANFORD.
He could see, us in a vision, that little
Arkuiixux farm, with its small out'
houses, Its big bum and Its long rail
fence. He could nee the pathway across
the hlg road into the wood*, where the
wild flowers blossomed, and hear the
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slow, Bolcnm rattling of the corn rib
bona us they ripened in the hot huiii
nier sun. HsjUJi
Just then v hand touched his knee an 1
a tear-stained face was upturned to his.
"Ah." said the rector, suddenly re
called from his reverie, "and you sr»
Acorns, are you?"
"Yes; me's Acorns."
"Well, now, little Acorns, 1 urn going
to give you something, and what uliull
It be? candy?"
"Don't want no fandy."
"How would cakes do? or an orange?"
"Me don't want nuffln but An Easter
"You see,'' interrupted Jennie, her
tare flushing srnrlet, "ma. ain't *ot no
money to buy things like that; 'cause—
well— 'cause It takes all she can get for
"1 see,' 1 said the rector; "hut Acorns
mv« have that rabbit right now."
And out went the good doctor on his
"Back In a. minute," lie s*M, an he
closed the door And picked his way
down the steep stairway.
At the corner grocery store he bought
not only one, but several rabbits; be
sides a plentiful supply of Easter eggs,
with more colors than a rainbow ever
"There you are, little Acorn«," he
said, a* he put his bundle on the floor.
"Some for you, some for sister Jennie
end some for the baby. Divide
The rector looked ,up to find Mri.
Waters present. Cheaply clad, her fine
face and large eyes yet gave to her a
bearing of grace not quite In con
sonance with her surroundings.
"The Rev. Dr. Graham, I believe?"
"Yes, madam," said the rector. "I
have called to learn if I could be of any
assistance to you and your children."
"I wanted to see you," said the
woman, "because I thought you would
like to receive n. little token of remem
brance from my late husband, John H.
"Not John Waters of company C.
Third regiment, Forrest's brigade o£
"Yes. Before he died he gave me a
little gold cross, which he aald you
trusted him with when you were about
to die on the battlefield of Franklin,
The rector gazed long and lovingly
at the cross. His mother had given It
to him when he started from his old
Virginia home to the theological semin
ary and he had cnrrled It with him Into
the army. It was to his messmate he
had transferred It when he lay up
turned to the blood-red moon, with ft
ghastly wound in his breast. It waa
John Waters who had twice saved his
life by deeds of reckless daring, and
for whom he would gladly have yielded
up his own.
"Me busted my Easter wabbit!"
shouted little Acorns.
But the rector did not heed.
"Mis. Waters," he said, with an ef
fort; "come and see us tomorrow—to
night—any time. I am completely at
your service, and I'll get you out of this
rookery before Easter. The wife and
children of brave John Waters are my
especial care from this time forward."
Mrs. Waters cried a little, because she
was happy; and the rector fairly
beamed with good nature and holy
"Me busted my wabbit. Mister," re
peated the unconquerable little Acorns.
"God bless you, child," replied the rec
tor; "there are more 'wabblts' where
that one enme from and Acorns shall
And the Rev. Dr. Graham couldn't
finish writing his sermon that night for
thinking of John Waters and Mrs.
Waters and the little Waterses.
And when he slept he dreamed of the
battlefield, all covered with glorious
Easter lilies, and in the midst of them
the figure of little Acorns, hugging an
LOS ANGELES TO HAVE
ELECTRIC AUTO DISPATCH '
Company Will Put Big Freight
Trucks In Service
Los Angeles Is to have the first elec
tric auto-dlspatch In California. Fif
teen heavy truck autos are now under
construction by the Vehicle Equlpm/nt
company of New York and will be
shipped here and ready for service by
A power station and barn eighty feet
by 110 feet is now under erection at
New High and Alpine streets for tha
new California Auto-Dispatch com
Officers of the company are: Fred J.
Slebert, president; W. W. Butler, sec
retary; W. S. Pollock, vice president
and general manager.
The Nutlonal Hunk of California will
act as treasurer for the new com
pany. The offices ure located in the
The company will confine its business
to heavy truckage and has already
closed contracts with a number of the
large wholesalers of Los Angeles to do
their carylng business for them.
Mr. Pollock resigns his position as
freight agent of the Southern Paclfla
at River station to accept the man
agement of the new company. His
resignation to take effect April 30 was
made public yesterday. Mr. Pollock
has been Indenttfied with the Southern
Pacific company for the past twenty
flvß years In various capacities, having
been appointed to his present position
four years ago.
FRANCIS MURPHY WILL
CONDUCT EASTER SERVICE
Francis Murphy will conduct an
Raster gospel temperance meeting to
night In lilanchard hall. Mr. Murphy
will preside und will speak on "He Is
Following is the musical program; t
Prelude, selected, Mrs. Smltheran,
violin; Mr. Henderson, piano; quartet,
"Consider and Hear Me, O Lord," Mrs,
Roth Hamilton, soprano; Mrs, D. W,
Hudiong, contralto; Mr. Budlong,
tenor; Mr. Ki-cleuton, batts; soprano
bolo, selected, Mrs. Blanche Foster;
contralto solo, selected, Mrs. D. W,
Hudiong; quartet, "Softly Now the
Light of Pay;" offertory, piano and .
violin; soprano solo, selected, Mrs. '
Koth Hamilton. Mrs. \V. A. Arm.