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By Marine Bellinger
(Copyright, 1UU, The UuttMerrlll OompnjJ
CHAPTER XIV.
Susan Stoddard's Prayer.
Thcro was a wldo porch, spotlessly
Bcnibbcd, along tho front of tlio
house, nnd two hydrangeas blooming
gorgeously in tubs, ono on either sldo
of tho walk. Tho housa looked new
and modern, shiny with paint and fur
nished with all tho conveniences of
fered by tho relentless progress of our
day.
Llttlo Simon had informed Agatha,
during their short drive, that Deacon
Stoddard had achieved this "resi
dence" shortly beforo his death; and
his tono implied that it was tho prido
of tho town, its real treasure. Even
to Agatha's absorbed and preoccupied
mind it presented a striking contrast
to tho old red house, which had re
ceived her so graciously Into its spa
cious comfort. Sho marveled that
anything so fresh and modish as tho
liouso beforo her could have como into
being in tho old town, it was next
10 a certainty that thcro was a model
laundry with set tubs boyond tho
kitchen, and equally sure that no old
horsehair loungo subtly invited tho
wearied traveler to rest.
A cool draft camo through tho
Bcreen door. Within, it was cleaner
than anything Asatha had ever seen.
Tho stair-rail glistened, the polished
iloors shone. A neat bouquet of sweet
peas stood exactly In tho center of a
snow-white doily, which was exactly
in tho middle of a shiny, round table.
The very door-mat was brand new;
Agatha would never have thought of
wiping her shoes on it.
Agatha's ring was answered by a
half-grown girl, who looked scared
when she saw a stranger at the d"oor.
Agatha walked into tho parlor, in
spite of tho girl's hesitation in inviting
her, and directed her to say to Mrs.
Stoddard that Miss Redmond, from tho
old red house, wished particularly to
see her. Tho girl's faco assumed an
expression of Intelligent and ecstatic
curiosity.
"Oh!" sho breathed. Then, '"She's
putting up plums, but she can coma
out In a few minutes." She could not
go without lingering to look at Agatha,
her wide-eyed gaze taking note of
her hair, her dress, her hands, her
face. As Agatha became conscious of
the Ingenuous inspection to which she
was subjected, she smiled at tho girl
one of her old, radiant, friendly
smiles
"Run now, and tell Mrs. Stoddard,
there's a good child! And sometime
you must como to see mo at the red
house; will you?"
The girl's face lighted up as if the
sun had como through a cloud. Sho
smiled at Agatha in return, with a
"Yes" under her breath. Thus are
Blaves made.
Left alone in tho cool, dim parlor,
bo orderly and spotless, Agatha had a
presentiment of the prejudice of class
and of religion against which she was
about to throw herself. Susan Stod
dard's fanaticism was not merely that
of an Individual; It represented tho
etored-up strength of hardy, con-Bciencc-drlven
generations. The Stod
dards might, build themselves houses
with model laundries, but they did not
thereby transfer their real treasure
from the incorruptible kingdom. If
they wero not ruled by aesthetic
ideals, neither wero they governed by
thoughts of worldly display. This
fragrant, clean room bespoke charac
ter and family history. Agatha found
hersolf absently looking down at a
white wax cross, ontwined with wax
ilowors, standing undor a glass on
tho center-table. It wus a strange
pleco of handicraft. Its whltonoss
wus suggostlvo of deathnot life, and
tho curving leaves and petals, through
which the vital sup once flowed, wero
boautiful no longer, now that their
day of tender freshness was so Inap
propriately prolongod. As Agatha, with
mind aloof, wondered vaguely at tho
luborious patience exhibited in the
work, her oyo caught sight of an in
scription molded In the wax pedestal:
"Brother." Her rnlnd was Bhurply
brought back from tho impersonal re
gion of speculation. What she saw
was not merely a Bcntimcntul, mis
guided uttempt at art; It was Susan
Stoddard's momorlal of her brother,
Hurcules Thayor tho man who had
so unexpectedly Influenced Agatha's
own life. To Susan Stoddard this wax
cross was tho symbol of tho compan
ionship of childhood, and of all tho
sweet and bitter Involved in tho Inex
plicable bond of blood relationship.
Agatha felt more kindly toward her
because of this mute, fantastic mo
morlal. Sho looked up almost with her
characteristic friendly smile as sho
heard slow, steady stops coming down
tho hull.
Tho eyes that returned Agatha's
look wero not smiling, though thoy did
not look unkind. Thoy gazod, with
out embarrassment, as without pride,
Into Agatha's face, as if thoy would
probe at once to the covered springs
of action, Mrs. Stoddard was a thick
set woman, rather short, looking to
ward sixty, with Iron-gray hair parted
In the middle and. drawn back la an
old-fashioned, pretty way.
It wab to the credit of Mrs. Stod
dard's breeding that she took no no
tlco of Agatha's peculiar dress, un
suited ns It was to any plnco but tho
bedroom, even In tho morning. Mrs.
Stoddard herself was neat ns n pin In
a cotton gown made for utility, not
beauty. Sho Btood for an Instant with
her clear, untroubled gnzo full upon
Agathn, then drew 'forward a chair
from Its mathematical position against
tho wall. When sho Bpoke, her volco
wns a surprise, It was so low and deep,
with a resonance llko that of tho
cello. It was not tho volco of a young
woman; It was, rather, a raro gift of
age, telling how beautiful an old worn
nn's Bpcech could be. Moreover, It
carried refinement of birth and cul
ture, a beauty of phraso and enuncia
tion, which would have marked her
with distinction anywhere.
"How do you do, Miss Redmond?"
Agatha, standing by tho table with
tho cross, mode no movement toward
the chair. Sho was not como face to
fnco with Mrs. Stoddard for tho pur
pose of social visitation, but because,
in the warfare of life, sho had been
sent to tho enemy with a message,
That, at lenst, was Agatha's point of
view. Officially, she was come to plead
with Mrs. Stoddard; personally, she
was hot and resentful at her unjust
words. Her reply to her hostess' greet
ing wan brief and hor attitude unbend
ing. "I have como to ask you, Mrs. Stod
dard," Agatha began, though to her
chagrin, she found hor volco was un
steady "I have como personally to
ask j on, Mrs. Stoddard, If you will
help us In caring for our friend, who
Is ill. Your brother, Doctor Thayer,
wishes it. It is a case of life and
death, maybe; and skilful nursing Is
difficult to find."
Agathn's hand, that rested on tho
table, was trembling by the time sho
flnlshpd her speech; sho was vividly
conscious of the panic that had come
upon her nerves at a fresh realization
of the wall of defense and rcslstanco
which sho was attempting to assail.
It spoke to her from Mrs. Stoddard's
calm, other-worldly eyes, from her
serene, deep voice.
"No, Miss Redmond, that work is
not for me."
"But p'lease, Mrs. Stoddard, will you
not reconsider your decision? It is
not for myself I ask, but for another
ono who Is suffering."
Mrs. Stoddard's gazo went past
Agatha and. rested on tho white cross
with tho inscription, "Brother." Sho
slowly shook her head, saying again,
"No, that work is not for me. Tho
Lord does not call me there."
As the two women stood there, with
the funeral cross between them, each
with her heart's burden of griefs,
convictions and resentments, each re
colled, sensitively, from the other's
touch. But life and the burden life
Imposes were too strong.
"How can you say, Mrs. Stoddard,
'that work 1b not for me, when there
is suffering you can relieve, slcknes3
that you can cure? I am asking a hard
thing, I know; but wo will help to
tnnko It as easy as possible for you,
and we are In great need."
"Should the servants of the Lord
falter In doing his work?" Mrs. Stod
dard's voice Intoned reverently, while
sho looked at Agatha with her sincere
eyes. "No. Ho gives strength to
perform his commands. But sickness
and sorrow and death are on every
hard; to some It is appointed for a mo
ment's trial, to others It Is tho wages
of sin. Wo can not alter the Lord's
decrees."
Agatha stared at the rapt speaker
with amazed eyes, and presently tho
anger she had felt at Doctor Thayer's
words rose again within her breast,
doubly strong. The doctor had given
but a feeblo version of the judgment;
hero was the real voice hurling anathe
ma, as did tho prophets of old. But
even as she listened, she gathered all
hor forco to combat this sword of
the spirit which had bo suddenly risen
against her.
"You aro a hard and unjust woman,
to talk of the 'wages of sin.' What
do you know of my life, or of him
who is sick over at tho red house?
Who aro you, to sit In judgment upon
us?"
"I am tho humblest of his servants,"
replied Susan Stoddard, and there was
no shadow of hypocrisy In hor tones.
She went on, almost sorrowfully:
"Hut wo are sent to servo and obey.
'Keep ye sepnrato and apart from tho
chlldron of this world,' Is his com
mandment, and I have no choice but
to obey. Besides," and she looked up
fearlessly Into Agatha's face, ."wo do
know about you. It Is spoken of by
all how you follow a wicked and
worldly profession. You can't touch
pitch and not bo defiled. The temple
must bo purged and emptied of world
llness beforo Christ can como In."
Agatha was baffled by tho very sim
plicity and directness of Mrs. Stod
dard's words, even though sho felt her
own texts might easily bo turned
against her. But she had no heart for
argument, even If It would lead her
to verbal triumph over hor compan
ion. Instinctively sho felt that not
thus was Mrs. Stoddard to be wdh.
"Whatever you may think about mo
or about my profession, Mrs. Stod
dard," sho Bald, "you must bellovo
mo when I Bay that Mr. Hambloton
is free from your censure nnd worthy
of your slnccrest praise. He Is not
an opera singer of that I am con
vinced "
Susan Stoddard hero Interpolated a
stern "Don't you, know?'
"Listen, Mrs. Stoddard!" cried
Agatha In desperation. "When tho
yacht, tho Jeanno D'Arc, began to sink,
thero wns panic and fear everywhere.
While I was climbing down Into one
of the Bmaller boats, the rope broke,
and I fell Into the water. I should have
drowned, then and there. If lt,b,ad not
Life Saver
In a letter from Branch
land, W. Va Mrs. Eliza
beth Chapman says: "1
suffered from womanly
troubles nearly five years.
All the doctors in tne coun
ty did me no good. I took
Cardui, and now I am en
tirely well. I feel like a
new woman. Cardui savdd
my lifel All who suffer
from womanly trouble
should give Cardui a trial."
E61
Take
The Woman's Tonic
50 years of proof have
convinced those who tested
it, that Cardui quickly re
lieves aches and pains due.
to womanly weakness, and
helps nature to build up
weak women to health and
strength. Thousands of
women have found Cardui
to be a real life saver.
Why not test it for your
case? Take Cardui todayl
IFrm
, h.i 1 - --
been for tnis manr tor nil tne rest 01
the ship's load Jumped Into the boats
and rowed nway to save themselves.
He helped mo to como ashore, after I
had become exhausted by swimming.
He Is. Ill and near to death, because
ho risked his life to save mine. Is not
that a heaven-Inspired act?"
Mrs. Stoddard's eyes glistened nt
Agatha's tale, which had at last got
behind the older woman's armor. But
her next attack took a form that Aga
tha had not foreseen. In her reverent
voice, so suited to exhortation, sho de
manded:
"And what will you do with your
life, now that you have been saved by
the hand of God? Will you dedicate it
to him, whoso child you are?"
Agatha, chafing in her heart, paused
a moment beforo sho answered:
"My life has not been without Its
tests of "faith and of conscience, Mrs.
Stoddard; and who of us does not
wish, with tho deepest yearning, to
know tho right and to do It?"
"Knowledge comes from the Lord,"
came Mrs. Stoddard's words, llko an
nntipbonal response In tho litany.
"My way has been different from
yours; and It is a way that would bo
difficult for you to understand, possi
bly. But you shall not condemn mo
without reason."
"Aro you going to marry that man
you have been living with these many
days'" was the next stern inquiry.
A stinging blush a blush of anger
and outraged pride as much as of
modesty surged up over Agatha's
face. Sho was silent a moment, and
In that moment learned what it was
to control anger.
"I have not been 'living with' this
man, in any sense of tho term, Mrs.
Stoddard. I will say this once for all
to you, though I never would, In any
other conceivable situation, reply to
such an Implication. You havo no
right to say or think such things."
"Wickedness must be rebuked of tho
Lord," Intoned Mrs. Stoddard.
"Aro you his mouthpiece?" said Aga
tha scornfully. But Sho was rebuked
for her scorn by Mrs. Stoddard's look.
Her eyes rested on Agatha's faco with
pleading and patience, as If sho wero
a world mother, agonizing for tho sal
vation of her children.
"It is his command to pluck tho
brand from the burning," said Susan
Stoddard. "Ungodly example is a Bin,
and earthly love often a snaro for
youthful feet."
As Agatha listened to Mrs. Stod
dard's ctrango plea, tho Instinct with
in her which, from tho first moment of
tho interview, had recoiled from this
fanatical but Intensely spiritual wom
an, found Its way, as It wero, into tho
light. Such was tho power of her sin
cerity, that, in spite of the extraor
dinary character of tho Interview, Aga
tha's heart throtbed with a now com
prehension which was almost love. Sho
stepped closer to Susan Stoddard, her
tall figure 4 overtopping tho other'1!
sturdy ono, andjkook ono of hor strong
work-tardoned hands,
"Mia. Stoddard, this man has never
spoken n word of love to me But If
I ever marry, It will bo a man llko
him 11 plain, hlgh-hoarted gentleman.
Thero! You havo a woman's secret.
And now como with me, and help us
to save a lifo. You cannot, you must
not, refuso mo now."
TJio subtlo changes of the mind are
hard to traco and aro often obscuro
oven to tho oyd of science; but every
day those changes mako or mar our
joy. Susan Stoddard looked for a long
mluuto up Into tho vivid faco bending
over hers, whilo her spirit, even as
Agatha's had dono, piorcod tho hodgo
which separated them, and compro
bonded something of tho goodness In
tho other's soul. Finally she laid her
other hand over Agatha's, enclosing
it In a Btrong clasp. Then, with a
certain pathetic pride in her submis
sion, she said:
"I have been wrong, Agatha; I will
come." Agatha's grateful eyes dwelt
on hers, but the strain of the Inter
view was beginning to count. She
mMB. ttotfM m tne cmur time Mrs. tote
dnrd had offered nt the beginning of
their meeting, and covered her eyes
with one hand. The elder woman kept
the other.
"We will not go to our task aleno,"
she said, "wo wjll ask God's-hclp, The
prayer of faith1 shall heal the sick."
Then falling to her knees by Agatha's
sldo, with rapt, lifted face and closed
eyes, sho made hor confession and her
petition to the Lord. Her ringing volco
Intoned the phrases of tho Blblo as If
they had been music and boro tho bur
den of her deepest soul. Sho said sho
had been sinful In Imputing un
llghtcousncss to others, and Hint nhn
had been blinded by her own wilful
ness. Sho prayed for tho stranger
within her Rates, for the sink mnn nvor
yonder, and imnlorcd God's bloaslnir on
jtha work of her hands; and praise
Ehoillfl hn in ihn T.nrd A mnn
"And now, Anglo," bIio Bald prac
tically, as sho roso to hor feet, ad
dressing tho girl who Instantly ap
peared from around tho doorwav. "co
(nnd tell Llttlo Simon to drive up to
tho horse-block. Agntha, you go homo
and rest, and I'll get hitched up and
be over there almost ns soon as you
are. Anglo will help mo get tho Ice
bag nnd oil tho other things, In enso
you might not havo them handy. Como,
Agatha!"
I But they pausod yet a moment,
stopping as if by a common instinct to
look at tho white cross. Susan Stod
dard gazed down. on it with a grief in
her eyes that was the more heart
breaking because It was Inarticulate.
I Agntha remembered tho doctor's
words, nnd understood something of
tho friction that cbuld exist between
this evangelistic sister and tho finer,
more intellectual brother.
"I've never been Inside tho old red
house since ho died," Bald Mrs. Stod
durd. "I'm porry!" cried Agatha. "It Is
hard for you to come thero, I know:"
"Ho maketh tho rough places plain,"
chanted Susan Stoddard. "Hercules
was a good brother and a good man!"
Agatha laid her arm about tho older
woman's shoulder, and thus was led
out to IJttlo Simon's buggy. Susan
helped her In, and Agatha leaned
back, with closed eyes, indifferent to
the beauty of early afternoon on a
cool summer's day. Llttlo Simon let
her ride in quiet, but landed her in tho
dust on tho opposite sldo of tho road
from tho lilac bushes.
"Those trees!" said Doctor Thay
er's voice, as ho came out to meet her.
"How did you mako out with Susan?"
"She? coming," said Agatha. "Is
your patient any hotter?"
"I don't think he's any worse," an
swered the doctor dubiously, "but I'm
glad Susan's coming. I'd bo glad to
know how you got round her."
Agatha paused a moment beforo re
plying, "I wrestled with her."
The doctor smiled grimly. "I've
known tho wrestling to come out tho
other vay."
"I can believe that!" said Agatha.
"Well, it's 'fairly to your credit!"
And perhaps this was as near pralso
as his Now England speech over came.
CHAPTER XV.
Echoes From the City.
Sallie Kingsbury, unused to psycho
logical analysis, could not havo ex
plained why Mr. Hand was so ob
jectionable to her. Ho was no relative
of the family, sho had discovered that;
and, accustomed as sho was to tho old
fashioned gentility of a thrifty New
England town, Instinct told her that
he could not possibly bo one of Its
varied products. He might have como
from anywhere; ho talked so little that
he waB suspicious on that ground
alone; and when he did speak, thero
was no accent at all that Salllo could
lay hold of. "Useful as ho was just
now in taking care of that poor young
man up-stalrs, ho nevertheless In
spired In tkat breast a most unholy
irritation. Her attitudo was that of a
housemaid pursuing tho cat with tho
broom.
Mr. Hand was not greatly troubled
by Sallie's tendency to swoop him out
of tho way, but whenever ho took any
notice of her ho wa3 moro than a
match for her. On tho afternoon fol
lowing Agatha's visit to Mrs. Stoddard,
ho appeared to show somo slight ob
jection to being treated llko tho cat.
Ho ato his luncheon In tho kitchen
a largo, delightful room while Aleck
Van Camp stayed with James. Hand
was stirring broth over tho stove, now
and then giving a sharp oyo to Sallie's
preparation of her now mistress'
luncheon.
"You haven't put any salt or pepper
on mndomolsollo's tray, Salllo," said
ho, as tho maid was about to start up
stairs. "Miss Salllo, I Bhould prefer, Mr.
Hand," 8ho requested In a mournful
tono of resignation. "And Miss Red
mond don't take any pepper on her
algs; I watched her yesterday."
"Well, sho may want some today,
just tho same," Insisted Mr. Hand in ft
lordly manner, putting a thin silver
boat, filled wjth Bait, ami a cheap pink
glass popper-shaker side by side on
the tray, Salllo brushed Hand away
In disgust.
"That doesn't go with the best bII
ver salt-cellar; that's tho kitchen pop
por. And, you can say Miss Salllo, If
you please.
"No, JiiBt "Mile, If you ploaso! I'vo
taken a great fancy to you, Salllo, and
I don't llko to bo bo formal," argued
Hand. "Besides, I llko your name;
and I'll carry tho tray to tho top of
tho stairs for you, If you'll bo good."
"I wouldn't trouble you for the
world, Mr, Hand," she tossed back.
"You'd stumble and break Parson
Thayer's beat china that I've washed
for seventeen years and only broke
the handle of one eup. She wouldn't
drink her coffee this morning outer
the seeond-hMt cubs: went to the but
tery Mtore BrenKrant and picked otit
wunner the best set, and poured her
self a cup. She said It wan Inspiring,
but I call it wasteful and me with
extra work all day!"
Sallie disappeared, leaving a drib
bling trail of good-natured complaint
behind hor. Mr. Hand continued mak
ing broth at which ho was as expert
as he was at tho lover or the launch
cnglno. Ho strained and seasoned,
and regarded two floating islands of
oily substance with disapproval.
While ho was working Sallie Joined
him again nt tho Btovo, her Important
nnd injured manner all to tho front.
"ffnys she'll tnko nnother alg," she
explained. "Only took one yesterday,
and then I had two all cooked."
"What did I tell you?" Jeered Hand,
"You didn't tell mo anything about
algs, not that I recollect," Salllo re
plied tartly.
"Well, tho principle's tho samo," as
serted Hand. After a moment his
countcnanco assumed a crafty and Jo
coso expression, which would have
put even Salllo on her guard if sho
had looked up In tlmo'to sco It "You
won't have so much extra work when
mademoiselle's mnld arrives," ho said
slyly. "Sho'll wait on mademoiselle
and attend to her tray when Bho
wants ono, and you won't havo to do
anything' for mademoiselle nt all."
Salllo became slowly transfixed In
n spread-eaglo attitude, with tho half
of a thin white egg-shell held up In
each hand.
"A mnld! When's she coming?"
"Ought to bo hero now, sho's had
tlmo enough. But women never can
get round without wasting a lot of
tlmo." Salllo's glanco must havo
brought him to his senses, for ho ndd
ed hastily: 9 "City women, I mean."
"Hml Sho won't touch Parson
Thayer's china not If I know my
self!" Sallie disappeared with, Miss
Redmond's second egg. When sho re
turned, sho delivered a message to
the effect that Miss Redmond wished
to seo Mr. Hand when ho had finished
his luncheon. Ho was off instantly,
calling: "Watch that broth, Salllo!"
It was a different Hand, however,
who entered Miss Redmond's room a
moment later. His half impudent
manner changed to distant respect,
tinged with a sort of personal adora
tion. Agatha felt It, though It was
too intangible to bo taken notice of,
either far rebuke or reward. Agatha
was sitting in a rocking-chair by tho
window, sipping her tea out of tho
best tea-cup, her tray on a stand in
front of her. Sho looked excited and
flushed, but her eyes were tired.
"Can I do anything for you,
Mademoiselle?" Hand Inquired cour
teously. "Yes, please," answered Agatha, and
paused a moment, as if to recall her
thoughts In order. Hand was very
presentable, in negligee shirt which
Sallla must havo washed whilo he
was asleep. He was one of those peo
ple who look best in their working or
sporting clothes, ruddy, clean and
strong. Ho would havo dwindled ab
solutely Into tho commonplace In Sun
day clothes, if ho was ever so rash as
to have any.
"I wish to talk with you a little,"
said Agatha. "Wo haven't had much
opportunity of talking, so far; and
perhaps it is tlmo that wo understand
each other a llttlo better."
"'As mademoiselle wishes," con
ceded Hand.
"In tho first place," Agatha went
on, "I must tell you that Mrs. Stod
dard is coming to help nurso Mr. Ham
bleton. You havo been very good to
Btay with us bo long; and if you will
stay on, I shall bo glad. But Doctor
Thayer thinks you should have help,
and so do I. Especially for tho next
few days."
"That is entirely agreeable to me,
Mademoiselle."
"Will you tell' mo what what re
muneration you were receiving as
chauffeur?"
"Pardon mo, but that is unneces
sary, Mademoiselle. If you will allow
mo to stay hero, either taking caro of
Mr. Hambleton or in any outdoor
work, for a week or as long as you
may need mo, I Bhall consider myBelf
repaid."
Agatha was Bllont while she but
tered a last bit of toast. Hand's reti
cence and evident secrotivonoss wero
baffling. Sho had no intontlon of let
ting tho point of wages go by In tho
way Hand' Indicated, but nftor delib
eration sho dropped It for tho mo
ment, in order to take up another
matter.
"I was wondering," she began again,
"how you happened to escape from
tho Jeanno D'Arc alono In a rowboat,
and what your connection with Mon
sieur Chatelard was. .Will you tell
mo?"
A perfectly vacant look came into
Hand's face. Ho might have been
deaf and dumb.
At last Agatha bogan again. "I am
grateful, exceedingly grateful, Mr.
Hand, for all that you have, dono for
us since that catastrophe, but I can't
havo any mystory about people. That
Is absurd. Did you leavo tho Jeanno
D'Arc when tho others did when I
foil Into tho water?"
This tlmo Hand consented to an
swer. "No, Madomoisollo; I did not
know you had fallen into tho water
until I brought you ashore in the
morning."
"Then how did you got off?"
"Well, it was rather queer. "The
men wero all tired out working at tho
pumps, and Monsieur Chatelard or
dered a seaman named Dazlnet and
me to relleve-two of them. He Bald
he would call us when the boats were
lowered, as the yacht was then get
ting pretty shaky. Bazlnet, and I
worked a long time; and when finally
we got on deck, thinking the Jeanne
D'Aro was nearly done for. the beats
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CHURCH DIRECTI
Cloverport Churches
Baptist Church
Itaptlit Surdity School. P:M n. m.
i.iKiiiTont, ciMMTinicmicnr. rmyer
Wednesday iMu.m. llHtitUt Aid
Society nit eta Monday utter Second Aui
perv month. Mm. A. Il.Pklllmiiti. I'rai
Pr1 nchinR evpry Hundny nt HsOO a. m.
:;wp. m. hot. k. u. uourcii raMor.
prnctico every Wednesday nlRlit Bftr
muDiing.
JletliodiACChurch
MrtlicxlIstPunOiiy School. POi. m.
icui 11, ruuu 111 iiiuir'M . I ii;.iiiii '
HumlH.v nt fin. m, tintf 7:.10p. rn. Iter.
niMKiT, iijiur. 1-rnycr meeunK ve
(Iht, 7:30 p. m. Kpworth I.cbkuo, re
orvloo Sunday M p, mi buMnew hh
fl. f......., n a. nlnltl ...Ii ... , XI I A
UIBb A.ulrUijr llipill. mill lUi'Ulll. 1'livn
Mnttl.M 111... lt.A.lfln.,1 l.illn.l A l.l Ci
uniiiu iiuiiii ii3iu.iiv. uiiuirs 4111. rw
rnc'etd firs' Monday each month Mw. ,
rusfc (..iKiil'luvb. 1 rt'siut'Jiw unuics ni
ary Society mret Second Sunday In
iiiuiiwi. mrs virK" iMJiiunpe, iiv
Hhf.lr nrni'Hm I'rlrinv nlelit. 7 -SI A. H
ray. Director.
Presbyterian Church
I'resliyterlnn Sunday School Otib a.
Conrad Hltini 1. Sunerlntendent. l'rea
.4
vl
L I
pvery Tlilrd Sunday. Her, Adair. Mln
Prayer mectli k TutfdHy. 7:S0)i. m. u
Aid Soviet- meets Wednedny nfler '
Suidny every month. Mrs Clias. Sutter
President.
Catholic Church
Kit st Rundiiv of pnch month. Mnss.?pr
and lltnedlctlori, 0:00 a. ni.. otlitr tlire
ttuys ntiotiaa ra un weeK uaya wo,
10:1." a ra On week day iMmt '
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