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Author of "hn liis Steps," "Robert Hiardy's Sev
Sh o put her Ups on John
CAME to tell you,
Miss Marsh, that
Mr. Gordon is very
ill. It is doubtful"
lace and work have killed him!" ex
claimed Luella. Her face had paled at
sight of Miss Andrews. It blanched
now, and her exclamation contained a
certain tone of reproach as if the wo
man in front of her were to blame.
"And, if they have, is it not better for
im to die there after having fought
a good 'ght for humanity than to live
elsewhere and carry no burdens that
It was a question provoked by the
entire social cruelty of that world rep
resented by such women as Luella and
Mrs. Penrose. The gentle, patient, sac
rificing spirit of the blue eyed woman
who had given her whole life to lift
the human burden burst out of its ha
btual repression of feeling and swept
up and over Luella as if she were the
Incarnation of social. selfishness which
in all great cities of the wcrld seeks
ease and pleasure and luxury and de
nies all claims of brotherhood, refuses
to share its strength with the weak
and never dreams of such a thing as
personal responsibility for childhood's
ways of mankind's suffering.
It -seemed a long time that Luella
was silent After awhile she raised her
eyes to Miss Andrews.
"I am all that you think I am. And
"And yet, Miss Marsh, John Gordon
oves you. He wants to see you before
"Did he send you here?"
"No. But I know he longs to see
ou. Will you come?"
"Yes," Luella trembled. "But I am
sre he does not love me! Oh, Miss An
rews! Ihave pity on me! If I loved
him truly, would I refuse to accept his
est for me? Why do I shrinks from
"Do you expect me to answer all the
cntradictions of your heart? You have
een born into a social life that reck
ns up Its wealth in physical things. It
s also true-pardon me for saying it
ut it is true that you women of wealth
nd social activities are as a class des
itute of any real love for humanity.
Yu can feel remorse or momentary
ity. You will weep at the representa
ion of wrongs upon the stage in a
ell lighted, warmed and upholstered
heater from a comfortable seat for
hich you have paId an exorbitant
price, but you will not take the price of
hat seat and go with it yourself to
a real human sufferer, or if you do it
t is in a spasmodic effort to relieve, a
ull day or a compound with a con
cience that will not always leave you
lone in your selfishness. The broad
asic element of genuine love of hu
anity Is not known by you or women
like you. The richest, most cultured,
ost favored women in this city are as
rule destitute of real human love for
he masses. They are born without it,
hey live without it, and, may God have
ercy on them,-they will die without it
nd receive the final condemnation
poen to those who, like the rich man
n Jesus' story, have their good things
n this world, but will be shut out by
n impassable chasm from the joys of
Lazarus In the bosom of Abraham."
Again the .piii of this woman, who
hd for all those dreary years of lone
ome burden bearing felt the crushing
eight of a proud city's wealth and
ashion 'which lifted no finger to help
n proportion to its enormous responsi
ility, rose up and flowed over its life
ong repression in the presence of a
oman who had refused the great love
f a great man because she did not
ant to miss the things that Lazarus
ad to do without.
And again Luella was painfully still.
She uttered no denial; she apparently
did not resent a syllable. She simply
ooked down, folding her hands in her
lap, and Miss Andrews, gazing at her,
ould see no sign of anger or pride.
But suddenly Luella rose, and,
stretching out her hands toward her
visitor, she said, while tears were in
"All this may lge true, but you say
e Is dying. Is it the time to say all this
o me now? I love him! I do love him:
ou do not, or you would not be saying
hese things to me nowv-while he is
She came up close to Miss Andrews
and stood near her, with her hands
clinched and her whole attitude ex
pressive of the deepest feeling. "It is
no wonder John Gordon loved her,"
race Andr-ews said to heriself with a
ang at the thought of a beauty that
had been dulled by years of contact
with trouble, for LuclIa was magnifi
ent in her strong young womanhood,
and it needed only that oae human loVe
for the multitude to make her a crea
ture of boundless t?lections worthy of
the bravest, best man that ever lived
"I did not say lie was dying. He is
very ill. The issue is doubtful. But he
is perfectly conscious, and it may be
it may be-that your presence will help
"Come, then, let us go," said Luella.
On the way to Hope House Luella
asked again if John Gordon had sent
"He has spoken your name," Miss
Andrews hesitated, '"but he has not
asked to see you."
'.TheuTLam going to ee him on your
"Yes," she replied simply.
"IIe will not care to see me," Luella
spoke as if to herself, and Miss An
drews did not reply to her.
When they reached the house, Luella
was so agitated that she asked to be
left alone in the library a little while.
When she came to 'Miss Andrews and
told her she was ready, 'Miss Andrews
could not avoid almost a feeling of pity
"Is he very ill?" Luella asked.
"You must be prepared for a great
change in him," Miss Anlrews said.
When she reached Gordon's room,
Ford came to the door. He had been
nursing Gordon. When Luella entered,
Ford and 'Miss Andrews went out and
knew that as they left the room Luella
had kneeled at the side of the bed and
put her lips on John Gordon's hand.
She was not prepared for the sight of
such a change in so short a time. But
Gordon had thrown himself into the
problem of Hope House from the first
day of his residence with a whole
souled abandon that had told tremen
dously on his vitality. The daily strain
on his sympathies, the apparent hope
lessness of the effort to remove causes,
the unceasing call on heart and mind,
had burned like a fever In his life, and
when the city campaign came on he
was not at all prepared fcr its Inces
sant demand on physical and mental
resources. Nevertheless he had flung
all caution aside night after night, even
when he felt growing on him the wea
riness that, like a leaden weight, hung
on heart and brain. The collapse came
inevitably, and his condition was crit
ical. It was the old story -of driving
the machine beyond its powers and
without sufficient care for the delicate
mechanism of nerves and heart and
"John," said Luella as she kneeled
there. and he felt a tear fall on the
hand she held, "you do not doubt my
love for you, do you? Why did you not
send for me yourself ?"
"You are here, Luella. That is all I
He spoke with great effort. lie was
conscious of a weakness that made him
cling to any strong nature like a drown
ing man. His whole interview with
Luella must, be interpreted in the light
of that weakness. His mind was feel
ing vaguely for relief from a dark,
hopeless falling down into some un
reachable place where Luella could not
come. He had not strength even to re
turn the clasp of her cold fngers, and
she was terrified as she saw his help
lessness and thought he raight pass
away even during the% brie! time she
felt she ought to be there with him.
"Promise me, Luella, that you will
will-be my wife. Let us give ourselves
to the cause of childhood e:ffering-in
"Oh, I promise; yes, yes, John! Dear,
I will come here and live anywhere
anywhere-if you will not die
She clung to his hand, and he smiled.
"Will you live with me here, Luella
here in Hope House"
"Yes! Yes! For I do love you; I do
love you, John!" she cried, sobbing,
and he lay so still, so exhausted with
his effort, that she rose at once and, go
ing to the door, called for Miss An
drews 'ed Ford to come, t binking he
had fallen into the sleep that knows
no waking. 'But when they came they
saw a smile on his face a~nd a look of
peace there that was more hopeful,
Ford said, than anything yet recorded.
Even as they all three stood by him
he opened his eyes and whispered:
"Will you kiss me, Luella? I am
She leaned over and kissed his lips,
and there was a look on her face
which neither Miss Andrews nor Ford
understood until after events made it
IShe wvent back into the library and
sat there for some time, dreading to
have news brought her that he had
sunk into death. But Ford came in
after-awhile and said he was asleep,
and, while at the furthest degree of
mental and heart exhaustion, there-was
a fighting chance.
So Luella went home and the next
few weeks she passed in a suspense of
feeling that left with her an experi
ence Impossible to describe. Every day
she either went to Hope Horuse or heard
from there. When she went herself, she
did not ask to see him. The jelirium of
brain fever was on him, and he knew
no one, not even Ford. Luella shrank
from going into the room. Once she
looked in through the open door. Then
she passed along back into the library,
and tears ran down her face as she
went and sat down near the large win
dow overlooking the scene o ! the fire.
Miss Andrews came in and found her
looking out at the place. Most of the
rubbish had been removed, and half a
dozen saloons had gone up cn as many
corncrs. Tommy Randall's double
decker was unfinished, and Its incom
plete condition added to the general
dreary hIdeousness of the prospect.
Luella shuddered at it all.
"Is there any prospect of getting this
property for your proposed parky'" she
asked as Miss Andrews camne over by
"We do not know yet. You have
heard the news of Randall's conviction
in the court of special pleas? Mr.
Chambers succeeded in furnishing
proof of conspiracy, and it looks very
much ais if Randall's day was over.
The election next week will decide his
fae. It looks nowv as if the present ad-.
nlnistration would lbe defeated, and the
Reform party' elect a full ticket. In
that case the boss will have to go. He
has already disposed of several lots
around the double decker, and it looks
very much as if he was getting ready
to leave the city if the election goes
against him. It all turns *an that is
Luella looked wearily out of the win
dow. Then she turned to Miss An
"When did the doctor say the-the
crisis for Mr. Gordon would be
"In about a week." Miss A adrews an
swered gently. I1er whoh- face and
manner betrayed the nervous strain
under which she had been living. Lu
ella, who had come to know her as
once was not possible, admired and
wondered whenever this remarkable
woman was near her.
"Will the fever leave him any"-.
"I think not. Of course he will be
very weak for a long time, but he .Will
your promise." Miss Anarews aaed,
with an effort: "Forgive me, Miss
Marsh. I overheard your promise to
him. It probably saved his life."
"Do you think it did?" Luella asked
faintly: She shuddered again and
turned her eyes out of the window and
was slient a long time. Miss Andrews
possessed the quality of keeping still
and did not return to say anything
more. After awhile Luelia said, "Let
us pray God that all may be well with
him when the crisis comes."
-Yes, please God," Miss Andrews
whispered. Then she went out of the
library, and shortly after Luella went
When she came into the house, she
found Mrs. Penrose waiting to see her.
"How is Mr. Gordon?" Mrs. Penrose
asked the moment Luella stepped into
the drawing room.
Luella told her.
"Then he is not out of danger?"
"No. The crisis will come next
"Do you care very much, Luella?"
Mrs. Penrose asked somewhat careless
ly. - '
Luella did not answer.
"If he gets well, what then? Will
you marry him?"
Still Luella did not answer. Mrs.
Penrose eyed her sharply.
"You are unhappy, Luella.' Is it be
cause you are afraid he will die or"
Luella looked up.
"If lie lives, will you marry him?"
Mrs. Penrose persisted.
"I promised him that I would and
that I would live with him in Hope
House. But"- Mrs. Penrose was
watching her closely. Luella was in
need of a confessor, and she went on:
"But I cannot live there. I promised
because I thought he was dying. I was
parried away by my feelings. If I tried
to live there with him, I should be
wretched and -make his life miserable."
"So you have decided to make his
life miserable by not living witlihhn.
That's good feminine logic. For get
ting Into real dilemmas commend me
to a woman. The graceful thing for
him to do would be to die. It would
at least save you the awkward busi
ness of explaining away your promise
to him. I don't enty you your Inter
view with him if he lives. I'd sooner
go and live in Hope House. all my life."
"Don't!".,cried Luelia. She walked
up and down the room like a man,
Mrs. Penrose watching her curiously.
"Of course -you never really loved
John Gordon. If you had, no question
of Hope House would ever have risen.
Seeing you have never yet loved any
one, maybe you will allow me to pre
sent the name of a suitor."
Luella stopped in her walk and faced
Mrs. Penrose angrily. Mrs. Penrose
continued in the sweetest manner:
"Archie claims your attention. He
has wearied me with his persistent
appeals for my pleading in his behalf.
And this seems as good a time as any
to bring his claims forward. You are
not going to marry John Gordon; there
fore marry somebody. And it cannot
be denied that Archie is somebody, at
least in his own estituation. He has
money, he is no worse than a good
many other young men like him, and
he will not ask you to live in Hope
House. What more could you ask, Lu.
ella? And what more could I sa-y? It
is not every day that one has an offer
of marriage from s.uch a young man as
Archie. The occasion will never come
Mrs. Penrose spoke with a smile that
could be interpreted as meaning any
one of half a dozen things
"Stop!" cried Luella. "Never men
tion Archie Penrose's name to me again.
If he were the only man in the uni
verse, I would never marfy him!"
"And yet,'' continued Mrs. Penrose
slowly. "you throw away, like an old
shoe, the true love of a good man sim
ply because you are not willing to give
up a, few of the fleshpots of civiliza
tion. Vanity of vanities. saith the
preacher. Yet we prize these vanities
beyond the best thing in the world,
which no doubt is love.:'
"Oh, do not talk to me any more!"
cried Luella. She resumed her walk,
and Mrs. Penrose placidly resumed her
"Now that I have -done my duty by
my nephew at his request I am going
to plead the cause of John Gordon,
though he has not asked me to. Lu
ella, do you realize-what you are going
to fling out of your life If you go to
John Gordon and tell him in cold blood
that you lied to him when you prom
ised to be his wife? He is a young
man of splendid ability and spotless
character. He has chosen a career that
Is unselfish, noble and full of possibili
ties. As his wife you could share in his
struggles, but no' less also in his
triumphs. The whole social question
Is at the front in our republic. Men
who, like John Gordon, stand up for the
rights of humanity, especially the
rights of childhood, are bound to com
mand a hearing from the world, Ybu
are missing the rarest opportunitly a
woman ever had to ally herself with a
man who has something In his plan of
life worthy of effort. What will you
have to give up? A few baubles that
maki the physical life a little softer
and a few that civilized power can get
along withcut and In the most cases
be the better for not having. For these
baubles you are going to commit an act
of deliberate murder of the best feeling
a woman ever had, murder of love for
a true man. He is perfectly right to
demand that you live with him in
Hope House. You would have every
reason to despise him if he did not ask
that of you. A man who has a great
life work like that of John Gordon
could not ask any woman to share it
with him wvho did not gladly accept all
that went with it. Remember, Luella,
my married life!" Mrs. Penrose was
speaking with deep esarnestness; she
had been leaning forward, all her usual
careless, reckless manner gone com
pletely. "I married for money. I was
poor. I longed for the physical softness
of things. I need not tell you, Luella,
that my marriage was a failure so far
as love is concerned. I got the money;
I missed the love. What has it been
worth? The poorest mother in the city,
struggling with saddest poverty, but
sure of the love of her husband and
children, has been heavenly happy com
pared with me. I? I never had a
home. I had an establishment. I am
a homeless woman. I shall grow old
and die without ever having known the
earthly joy of a home. Luella, do you
choose to be one of the army of home
less women in the cities? The poor
envy our fine houses, our swell turn
outs, our luxuries, our leisure, our din
ners, our dresses, our money. They
envy hell, for that Is what It all means
when love is absent. John Gordon of
fers you heaven, Luella. You choose
the other place If you refuse him. You
are mad to refuse him, Luella. You
will live to regret it in time and eter
"Oh, do not ta"l to me any more. 'I
am miserable over It!" Luella nearly
lost all control. She threw herself
down on a couch and buried her head
in the cushions.
Mrs...Pnrea got up and lnoked atl
"I almost wish John Gordon may not
live, for your sake as well as his," she
said. Luella shuddered, and Mrs. Pen
rose after a pause went out of the
The crisisft John Gordon came on
the night .o election day. To Ford
and the others who watched by him
that nigit it seemed as if the struggle
being fough't out in the city was typi
fied by the struggle going on in John
Gordon's room. Rumors of the political
battle drifted into Hope House all day.
Both sides were confident Both sides
claimed a victory. It was righteousness
against all forms of evil that bad
grown secure and Insolent, but was
now alarmed and fighting for future
existence. Tommy Randall typified the
entire city administration. He had
used enormous sums of money. The
tenement district almost solidly voted
for him against -the friends who, like
Miss Andrews, lived to better their
condition. The whole thing illustrated
magnificently the regular social degra
dation of American civic life.
As night deepened and returns began
to come in slowly there seemed to be
no decisive indications for either side.
Ford, who had been with Gordon from
the beginning, refused to' leave, al
though he was thoroughly exhausted.
Gordon sank lower and lower. Twice
they thought he had passed on. Each
time he rallied. At 2 o'clock he was
nearer death than he had ever been.
From that time on the struggle of life
for the spirit grew stronger. When
dawn came, the doctor lifted his hand
and a grim smile expressed his satis
faction. The crisis was passed, and
John Gordon, by the grace of God, was
to live and struggle on for a few years
more before his spirit should go to God,
who gave it.
Out in Bowen street and around
Hope House the boys were crying out
special election editions. Miss An
drews and Ford could hear the words
"Victory for Reform ticket!" "Triumph
for law and order!" "Chambers elect
ed city attorney!" Ford stole down
stairs and got a paper. The little fam
ily of residents gathered in the library.
The first questions asked were about
"The doctor says he'll live. Hurrah!"
Ford cried feebly. He waved the pa
per as if that was the special news
that covered its first page with heavy
type and exclamation points. Some
one discovered Miss Andrews over by
the window with tears on her face.
Miss Hammond came up and put an
arm about her.
"Grand, isn't it?" Miss Hammond
"Yes. It did not seem possible in
the night that he could live."
"Who? Tommy Randall?" Miss
Hammond asked demurely.
Miss Andrews laughed.
"I'm rather unstrung by all this," she
"It is a good deal, isn't it? Tommy's
death and Mr. Gordon's life at the
same time. But joy never kills, does
"It has.-never killed Miss Andrews
yet," said Ford. "But I don't know
how she will stand all this. I'm afraid
It will go hard with her."
"I' will try to accustom myself to it,"
the head of the house answered, smil
ing on them all. At the breakfast ta
ble no one ever remembered to have
seen her more interesting or fascinat
John Gordon rapidly grew stronger.
When once life had claimed him, it
seemed as if all the forces of good
came to his assistance.
One day when he had become strong
enough h'e listened with the greatest ~
delight to Ford's account of the elec-r
"Chambers is going to make history
for the double decker fellows. There
ai-e over a hundred cases filedt already.
The atmosphere around :the end of
Bowen- street is of a dark blue. Tom
my Randall has skipped out for his
health and carried with him the lioodle
he was careful not to use for campaign
purposes. The property out here, In
cluding his unfinished building, has all
passed into other hands, and the3 city
is likely to take measures toward. con
demnation and* purchase. Of course
that means lots of legislation and law's
delays, and so forth, but the gang Is
out of the city halls, and Chambers and
his gold bowed sp'ectacles will move
things as rapidly as the law permits,
which to my mind Is not fast enough
to set anything afire. At the next elec
tion the city ought to make Chambers
a king and give him absolute authority
to do as he pleases for the good of the
city. But I tell' you, Gordon, you
missed a mighty good fight by being
here the week before the election."
"So did you, my dear fellow, from
what I hear of you," said Gordon af
"Oh, I had a good fight over you,"
said Ford. "There were also others.
Miss Marsh came down or sent nord
every day. We were all determined not
to let you die. But 'twas a good fight.
I'm about used up. I turn you over toI
"I'm sorry to miss you, Ford." Gor
don laughed lightly. "I've no fault to
"I understand. You simply want a
better looking nurse around. Don't
blame you," said Ford, who was un
commonly homely and not at all sensi
tive over it
"I did not say so," replied Gordon,
laughing again. He was light hearted.
The world seemed good to him. The
victory of the righteous forces in the
city, the defeat of Tommy Randall, the
prospect for the future and, above all,
the thought of Luella filled him with
oy. Life was worth living after all.
There would always be battle, but vic
tory was possible; always sorrow and
trouble, but God was not dead. Every
minute brought healing to him. When,
a few days after, Miss Andrews told
him that Miss Marsh was in the house,
he felt almost equal to his old time en
H~e was up and dressed, sitting by
his window, which overlooked the same
prospect as that commanded by the li
brary window downstairs, when Luella
stepped Into the room.
She had put off' coming to see him as
long as possible. When she had no~
more excuses to offer, she went down
to Hope House. Gordon of course
asked to see her. He was growing
strong so fast that there was no reason
why he should not see her.
She came slowly into the room, and
he started to rise and walk toward her,
but he was not equal to It and sank
back, smiling at her and not noting In
als effort the very grave look in her
"I have been. told I need ante
nurse, Luelta, but I will promise not to
He notcd her look and instantly felt
troubled by It. She had come up to
his chair and put out her hand. He.
had bent over and placed his lips on it
and felt It to be trembling and cold.
"What is the matter? You are ill."
"No; but, John"
She sat down near him and covered
efa e. .Tohn Gordon sat very still.
HI did not 'Ireakthe -silence.
"Oh, let us not-do not ask me to
you are-not strong enough. It is erue
in Ie to come to you In this way, bu
I am not able to act a part"
"What is it?" he asked quietly. Shc
looked up. Ie was gazing at her s<
gently, so lovingly, that she was deepl:
moved.. She rose and kneeled down b
him and let him put his hands ovel
"John," she exclaimed wildly, "is 1
right that I should make you unhapp:
all your life?"
"There is only one way you can d<
"Yes; but It is not the way you meat
It is the way I mean. If I should b
your wife and come here to live,
should be acting a part I am not mad
to act. It would be unfair to yot
When you began to realize the Impossi
bility of it for me, then your unhappi
ness would begin."
"Your promise"- John Gordon be
gan, while his eyes sought to dwell o:
hers and then wandered away to th
"My promise! Oh, it was given whei
I thought you were dying. You cat
not know the agony I have suffered
John, tell me you despise me. Wha
a contradiction I am to myself, to yot
"There are no contradictions in tru
love," said John Gordon gently. H
removed his hands from hers an
turned his face away. She slowly ros
and stood looking out of the window.
"It is that, that!" she exclaimed pas
sionately, pointing at the view fron
the window. "it would kill me, al
that dreary, hideous, unattractive, hor
rible bumanity, with its miserable, sor
did, mean, selfish life. To dwell wit
it, to neighbor it-I cannot-I cannot
It would be a sin for me to preten
that I could be happy in that kind o
"And yet," said John Gordon, look
ng at her with a new lbok, in whic]
pity for her predominated more tha
any feeling for hlmself-"and yet it I
the kind of humanity that the Son o
God came to save. I am sorry for yot
Luella. God help you."
She turned toward him swiftly
Something in his tone reminded he
of something Mrs. Penrose had said.
"It is too late. I was born as I am.
Then she came nearer. "Do you for
give me for bringing you this unhar
piness? Will you forget me?"
"I will forgive," he said simply.
"You will also forget in time," sh
replied after a pause. He did not an
She turned and looked bach.
swer and she walked slowly towoar
the door. There she -turned and looke
back at him, He was looking out o
the window gravely. -His face, thi
and pale, ennobled in every line b;
suffering and service, seemed to he
for a moment to be more than earthi;
in its beauty and power. She hesitatec
What she was renouncing began to b
dimly made. real to her. And yet t
lose the things
Slowly she turned her bea.' an<
opened the door, stepped out anto th
hall, shut the door and went down int
the library. With a sense of relief sil
found the .room empty arid quiet]:
went out of the archway and back tV
her father's house.
But the man that she had left hai
cried her name just as-she closed th
door. It was jnst one cry. Then h
struggled do.wn upon his knees, anm
for a time his soul beat about in th
dark for help, crying and sobbing in it
poor human weakness over what wa
gone. Finally God drew near and comn
forted him. When he got up again, h,
felt something like a sudden illumina
tion of his spirit. This woman-wa
she not right? How could two wall; tc
gether except they were agreed? Ccali
love hesitate or doubt or be uncer
tain over the future and be love? Di<
he care for a heart that must be drivex
to his by force or lured to it by pity
Was the hunger of life ever satisfiet
with the husks of reality? Up fron
the lowly place of his spirit's depres
son he rose step by step until he reste<
his affections in his growing fate tha
the, future >would satisfy him with
human love that knew no such thing a
doubt or fegr.
During the day that f?ollowed thi
growing strength that looked into thi
future with confidence he had severa
nterviews with friends who came t<
Hope House to congratulate him on hi:
recovery and talk over the work of th4
Among these callers one day was Mr
"Gordon," he said frankly after h<
had expressed his interest in the pro
posed use of the property he had turnet
ver to the settlement, "'I am acep3
sorry that you and Luclla have decided
to go your ways apart. She needs jus1
your strength. She is going to lead
ife of aimless effort"
"I is best as it is, sir," Gordon hlac
"There is no possibility of any recon
eliaton, then ?"
"No; we have not quarreled; we havt
simply understood. There can be n<
other way for her or mec."
I am sorry." Mr. Marsh sighed
"She needed you, and so do I."
He spoke wistfully. Gordon read ii
Lt a whole history of human weakness
struggling up toward light and
He put his hand into the older man's
"If riiy friendship is of any value t<
you, Mr. Marsh, you have it."
Marsh went away, and Gordon muses
over hIs future. How far would- thi
man use his wealth, his education, his
responsibilty, to help the weak anm
overcome his horror of humanity's six
and trouble because he learned to lov4
nstead of tremble?
Paul Falmouth was a welcome visit
or. He was much encouraged over th4
results of the city campaign.
"I learned my share from it," he saic
afr.. ~ving Gordopn his - eneriene<
with tmie young people's civic 10gue In
his church. "The church Is not all bad.
There Is great hope in its young life.
There is where I an going to put my
own strength and enthusiasm. I have
stopped preaching great sermons to old
people. I have begun to teach my chil
dren. I have begun to learn that the
office of the ministry is not to draw the
crowd, but to instruct a handful and
make disciples. Gordon, I see some
hopeful signs in the church of the fu
"Glad to hear it," Gordon answered
gladly. "I always believed the church
contained leaven. There is always
hope for any institution that has leav
en in it."
"The leaven of the church of this
century is its children," the minister
said and went his way, leaving Gordon
- to muse over the power of that force
that represented through all the ages
- the love of Jesus, an organization ob
scured and at times almost extinct,
' but glowing yet with an inward illumi
nation that has not forgotten the com
mands of a Master who loved the
. church and gave himself for it, that -he
might sanctify it and make of it an in
t stitution at last without spot or wrin
kle or any such thing.
Mrs. Penrose was one of Gordon's
most interesting visitors. She came in
and chatted familiarly and at times
flippantly of all things on earth and
under heaven. At last she said sud
"So Luella has got her fleshpots.
They contain bitter brew for her. Are
i you satisfied?"
"There was nothing else for her to
do," Gordon answered after a mo
"You're going to grow better for it
L She's going to grow worse. I did my
best for you."
"Thank you," Gordon answered Sim
"Archie tried again the other day. He
will never make another attempt. I
have advised him to go abroad. He
sails next month."
Gordon made no reply. Mrs. Penrose
"Why don't you and Miss Andrews"
Gordon gave her a look that stopped
"Pardon me. Go on with your good
work for the children. Let me come
down once in awhile and help. I'm
not altogether bad, Gordon. Simply
*born so. But life's a dreary sort of
a jumble to me. I made my choice.
- Goodby. Best wishes to you.".
When she was *gone, Gordon, hesitat
ingly to himself, lifted the curtain of
her future as it might be. It was a
future of contradictions. Poor, wasted'
life of an immortal spirit! How you
have missed and shall miss forever the
joys of triumphant womanhood! Poor,
pitiable creature! Homeless! Child
less! No two words In all human
speech can more deeply describe your
poverty, your loneliness!
Julius Chambers was one of the most
welcome.callers as Gordon daily grew
stronger and more buoyant
"The city is looking up," he said in
his cultured voice. "This housing prob
lem is something tremendous. It will
simply have to come to cheap trans
portation, city own the means, con
demn all this property, tear down,
build up, make subirban residence pos
sible for the poor; in short, we've got
a dozen questions in one involved in
the tenement problem. . But I'm hope
fuL The business men are getting
waked up. Best'of all, the saloon is
getting a lot of free advertising. The
cranks are right, as they have been all
the time, and we've got to come to it
wipe out the saloon, put a home in its
place, that's the only substitute worth
anything. Public entertainment halls,.
resorts, gymnasiums, libraries, parks,
*bathhouses, all that, good as 'tis, can
not equal a good home. The salvation
of the city lies in its ability to build up
1 Christian homes. That's civic reform
1 in a sentence-"
He stayed longer than Ford said was
good for Gordon. But Gordon said he
was a tonic, md when he was gone he
Sstretched himself, got up, walked
across the room exulting in bis return
-ing strength, and when Ford came in
and began to expostulate Gordon
"You don't dare let me hit you," he
said, facing Ford sturdily.
Ford looked at him critically, then
backed off to a safe distance.
"Dlon't believe I wiiI risk it with a
man who helped knock out Tommy
"Not yet," Gordon answered gently.
"We've got our lifework cut out for
us, Ford. This is only the beginning."
Miss Andrews came in. They were
in the library now, for Gordon had
been downstaies for one of his meals.
"A letter from Mrs. Captain' George
-Effinghami," she said with a smile,
handing the letter to Gordon.
It was a hearty message of good
cheer from the old lady to all the set
.lement workers, especially to Gordon,
whom it congratulated on his recovery.
-She commended the use of her money
in the campaign, and promised $'100,000
more toward the proposed park or to
ward the- education of public sentiment
for removing the saloon.
"-Let us get at soule of the causes of
-human sin and misery," she wrote. "I
am willing to give money to relieve
misery, but I would much rather re
move causes. I don't want to think the
money goes all the time for remedies.
I would like to think some of it goes to
Gordon sat by the window reading.
When he finished, he looked up, and
Miss Andrews was standing near. Ford
and the others were at the table.
"You are feeling quite well again,
"Yes; I am getting eager to go out
again. I long to be at work."
She glanced at him and buried some
thing quietly in a very deep grave be
yonid all resurrection.
"You are going to grow strong wvith
work," she said.
'"Yes." He turned his face from her
to the window. "It will be my life to
work for the people."
The city stretched out before him as
when he left his father's house, full of
human weakness, power,- struggle, de
feat, sin, selfishness. In a very positive,
but not by any means fully defined,
manner he began to feel his way with
this age old problem of humanity. lie
realized that he had by no meanse
served his apprenticeship. Please God,1
if he were granted twenty years of
vigor he would learn somethIng of the
ways of men and be used if God willed*
it to play his part manfully in the never
ceasing drama. Hie thanked heaven
that his lov-e for the people was more
sane and more passionate, too, than
ever. There was also an abiding peace
in his soul as he marshaled up for re
view all the possible forces of right
eousness in the city, sometimes sleep
ing, apathetic, indifferent, burt always
to be reckoned with. And it even stirred
his soul that the world had not yet
grown deaf to the cry of children nor
its heart become cold to the sorrows of
the poor. Hope was strong within him
as he felt his life forces nnising anew,
summ iini mto cncr . Zrkdr
rights, for a city of God -nte
And I.e stietehed out hi arms
the people he could se'e through
window, saying "Let us love one an
other and all things will be possible
Thus John Gordon 'as he resoriutel
faced his future enshrined th&e~pp
in his holy of holies as the current o
their lives bore him on, their destinle
irrevocably woven into his Own.
THE BRAVE WOLVERENE._.
Not .a Little Wolf. but a
Forest Monureh. -
Not "little wolf," ns the, ignO -
think, is the significance of wolver
but something of greater dignity
embodiment of the terrible spirit of th
wild fire of the prehistoric fore
Wondcrful in its str.ngth nnd-eonrage
a tree climber on occasion, not immense
of size, but with limbs-nd cpys great,
out of all proportion to its size, with
muzzle almost hoglike, but with geat
white fangs. the beast had still an
element of 'the grotesque in Its makeup
with its sweeping, bushy tail andhe
broad bands of yellow white upon
back and shoulders. Woe to the.small
er beast or the deer upod- which
dropped from some great low hangings
branch or before which it suddenly
peared in the dense windfalls!
Of all the continent,' the Mch1g
peninsula was the chosen habita
the wolverene, and he strugled15
before backwoodsmen drove hii
his heritage. So enduring wa'sb'
desperately courageous, that his
became a synonym for plu& an.
prowess, and proudly the peope
Michigan accept the nickname --
has been given to him. 2utng
What Is a Well DressedeHus?
"What in theatrical parlancesaw
dressed house?" said a dramate
and after a silent pause he contin
"I went the other night to ashw15
as I passed in the doorkeeper said
me, 'We have a well dressed house
night, sir.' I supposed he meant -
the audience was sporting its
clothes, but I found on look g bot
that this was not true, and-sobt
the acts I asked him. what he.
meant. He answered: 'I meant.
the house had been seated by the"f
office man very cleverly, so that-ta
anced well, and so that the facth
was not small was not perceptibl
dress a house Is to distrlblteaiet
ence all over it so It looks -full
is, as a matter of fact, far froim
so. There ure here enough.i 1.
fill about the first seven rofs
orchestra, but the house is wel
ed, and on looking at It youha
impression that it is fairly ivellf
Every ticket seller should see'to'
his house Is dressed properly.
why you 'so often fail to gecsad
far up front as you would 'ike.
Why Shakespeare Endure
What interests us In Shakes
plays is not the plays themselves, b
the (strictly irrelevant) truth- and"bea
ty that be poured into them. w
them for their matchless -
their matchless insight in li32"e
soul. "Hamlet" is for us -not
the study of a contemplative ms~tG
tracted by the necessity to be u30
doing, "Macbeth" the study f a 6b6
mind degraded by ambition, "TheMes
chant of Venice" the study -of --raif
strength against contempt and pesli
tion. Nothing to us now the ~
framework of these studies; ev --
the 'studies themselves and ithe ia~
guage in which they are set forth.
pleasure in the produetion of aSlE:
spearean play is according soley f
illuminative rightness of theei~p~u.
of the chief character or ca~ta
to the sonorous beauty with w
verse is - declaimed 'by all.-S
The Spanish Schooltec1Orh
The teacher of any land may. beojer
worked. He may suffer from the Iar
simonious policy of the powersa bO
underpaid even in) our own enhl
contry, but in- fejcointries, etan
ly not in the Uniited States, could e
a story as the -one' which followsbe
In the streets of a Spanish city5I y
the author' of "The Land oih~
a pollee officer stumbled oni the corpsee
of a ragged and emaciated paupeIa
making out his report he askedwbt
he should enter as the dead man'spc
fession. . --
"What did he die of?' asked the-m
"Starvation," replied the policeman.
"Put him down as a schoolmaster," -
replied the magistrate. .
An attack of tonsilitis can usually be
warded off by painting the inflamed
tonsil with tincture of iodine. If you ,
are unsuccessful in the attempt andth
tonsils ulcerate, swab them at oc'
with guaiacum and repeat in five orsi
hours. This I learned from 'awl
known throat specialist of St Loui
and I find I can almost always recover
without the services of my physician.
Pigeon's Mil1k Not n. Joke.
-The joke about pigeon's milk has-a
foundation in fact After the incuba
tion of the young has been completed~
the crops of the parent bird become
thicker and secrete a sort of curd, with
which the young are fed. This de
scription of nourishment Is necessary a
for them, for if the you'ng pigeons are
deprived 'of it during the first weel o
two after hatching they are sure to die.
A~s the stork sees It. -
First Stork-I just left a baby at that
Seebud Sterk-Funny things, these --
human beings ! I've just delivered three
to one woman in a tenement house, and
her husband's out of work, and they
haven't a cent--Brooklyn Life.
Customer (to grocer)-How miuch is -
your butter a pound~?
Grocer-DO you mean sweat butter,
dairy cream butter, best butier, fine
butter or butter?-Stray Stories.
The man who doesn't amount to much'
usually has his sign out-Atchison
"I have a perfect horror of marryin~
a poor man and living in a small way."
"But, darling, I shall grow."
"Ah,. but will you develop financially
as fast as I develop in social ambition?"
In No Harry.
Flbbert-Your rich uncle says he
wants to be cremated.
Gangleigh-Yes, but he is in no hurry.
about it.-Boston Transcript
The price paid to quiet 4onscience
keeps mighty few people poor.-Chica