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THE ROCK ISLAND AHGUS. SATURDAY. SKl'TRMBKlt iz, im.
CaprrUht. IBIS, by
Kttc Doug-la Witffin
Th Deacon's Waterloo.
MASON'S welcome to
still was unexpectedly
much heartier than it
would bare been six mouths
before, when sbe regarded Mrs. Boyn
ton ns little lefs than a harmless luna
tic, of no use as a neighbor, and when
he knew nothing more of Ivory than
sbe could gather by bis occasional
drive or walk past ber door with a
Irory made himself quickly at home
and helped the old lady to get a room
ready for Waltstill before he drove
back for a look at bis mother and then
on to carry out his impetuous and ro
mantic scheme of routing: out the town
clerk and announcing bis intended
Waitstlll slept like the shepherd boy
la "The Pilgrim's Frogress." with the
"herb called heart's ease" in her bos
om. She opened her eyes next morn
ing from the depths of Mrs. Mn son's
best feather bed and looked wonder
lngly about tbe room, with all its un
accustomed snrroundlngs. She beard
the rattle of fire irons and tbe clatter
of dishes below, tbe first time in all
ber woman's life that preparations for
breakfast had ever greeted ber ears
when she had not been an active par
ticipator in tuem.
She lay quite still for a quarter of
an hour, tired in body and mind, but
incredibly happy in spirit, marrcliii-'
at the changes wrought in ber during
the day precedins. tbe most eventful
one in ber history.
Tbe lmas? of Ivory bad been all
through tlw niIit in the foreground of
ber dreams :is.d in h-r moments of
wakefulness. bot: m;:de blissful by tbe
beaven of anticipation that dawned
upon ber. Was ever man so wise, so
tender and gentle, so tnnir. so com
prehending? What mattered tbe ab
sence of worldly good, tile proouce of
care and anxiety, when a woman had
a steady hand to bold, a steadfast
heart to trust, a man who would lure j
her and stand by ber. whateVr lM-f. ll?
Then lb? face of Dory's mother!
would nirini into Hie mental picture:
the pale face, as white as the pillow
it lav upon; the f.oe r.-lih :ts aureol
of ashen i:air. and I lit wistful
eyes that lgf.l of ;:d and her cl.il-
(iren some peace In-fore they cluscd on .
The vision of ber sister was a Joyful j
one. and bi-r ln-art was at peace about !
her. the plucky little princess who bad j
blazed the way out of the ogre's castle, i
She saw rattv clearly as a
fine lady, in velvets aiud satins and
furs, bewitching everybody by Iter say
spirits, ber piquant vivacity, and the .
loving heart that lay underneath all ,er according to common report, had
the nonsense and gave it warmth and , ,e or ,iru. t,usi,i dollars stowed
co,or- lawav in the banks, sri the situation
Tbe remembrance of ber father alone r-ou',j be as mp!e as possible under
on tbe hilltop did indeed trouble W? if- ! ordi.iry circumstances. It was as
still. Self reproach. In the true :.ense e;)v ft) tnrn 1t OIH. ,., .k,., s
of the word, she did not. could uot, . anot!.r W,..n ile was a nor,,,,,! uu-
I man Ix-ing. but Deacon Baxter was a
When she was thankfully eating ber . llifrt.r,,r)t proposition,
breakfast with Mrs. Mason a little. .., w11(ler h,v !I1;. ,le-s ,ikHj ,
later and waiting for Ivory to call for Uve sho thought. glancing at him
them Iwth and take them to me nrn-
ton farm, she little knew what was f
going on at her old borne In these very
hours, when, to tell the truth, she j
woiim nave jikco. io sup in. n.-iu n hit j
possible, wash the morning uisnes,
fkiui the cream, no ...e e,K .mi..,-
Inc. make Her ratr.er s nc-u aim sup
out again into t:e dear shelter of love
that awaited her.
The deacun had passed a good part
of the nigNt in srhetniiig and contriv
ing, at-d v hen he drank Lis self made
cup of muddy coffee at " ) K i.ec
morn ing he had formed several plans
that were to tie immediately frustrat
ed, bad be known it. by the exasperat
ing and suspicious nature of the ladies
Involved in them.
At S be had left the house, started
.Bill Morrill at the store and was on
tbe mad In search of vengeance and a j
bonsekeelMT. Old Mrs. Atkins of Deer-
wander sniffed at the wages offered.
Miss Fcters of Tnion Falls, an aged
spinster with wenk lungs, bad the im
pertinence to tell bim that fcho feared
be couldn't stand the cold In bis
bouse: she bad beard he was very par
tk-ular about the amount of wood that I
was burned. There was not another
free woman within eight miles, nnd
the deacon was chafing under the mor
tification of being continually obliged
to state tbe reasons of hi needing a
housekeeper. The only bope, it seem
ed, lay In going to Saco and hiring a
stranger, a plan not at all to his lik
ing, as It was sore to Involve him ln
Muttering threats against tbe uni
verse In general, be drove borne by
way at M Milken's mills, thinking of
th tmfed ben, the onrnlltM cow. the
cnwbl dishes, tbe ancharued cream
and. above all. of bis uncbastened
daughters, bis rage increasing with ev
ery tep until it was nearly at tbe
white beat of the night before.
A long stretch of bill brought the
tired old ware to a slow walk and en
abled tbe deacon to see tbe Widow
Tillman clipping the geraniums that
'I II lK. V-VJT7rrf
of 5unnybrook Farm"
stood In tin cans on the shelf of her
Now, Foxwell Baxter had never been
Tillage Lothario at any age nor fre
quented the society of such. Ofte
years, indeed, be bad frequented no so
ciety of any kind, so that he bad miss
ed, for instance. Abel Day's descrip
tion of the Widow Tillman as a "reg'
lar syreen.!' though be vaguely remem
bered that some of the Baptist sisters
bad questioned the authenticity of her
conversion by their young and attrac
tive minister. Sbe made a pleasant
picture at the window. She was a free
woman. She was a comparative new
comer to tbe village, and ber mind bad
not been poisoned with feminine gos
sipin a word, she was a distinctly
hopeful subject and. acting on a blind
and sudden impulse, be turned into tbe
yard, flung the reins over tbe mare's
neck and knocked at the back door.
"Her character's no worse than mine
by now if Aunt Abby Cole's on the
road." be thought grimly, "an" if tbe
Wilsons see my sleigh inside of a wid
der's fence so much the better. 1111
give 'em a jog. Good mornin". Mis'
Tillman." he said to the smiling lady.
"I'll come to the p'int at once. My
youngest daughter has married Mark
Wilson against my will an' gone away
from town, an tbe older uue's chosen
a husband still less to my likin". Do
vou want to come and bousekeep Tor
j "1 surmised something - was going
; on." returned Mrs. Tillman. "1 saw
1'atty aud Mark drive away early this
morning, with Mr. and Mrs. Wilson
wrapping the girl up and putting a hot
soapstone in tbe sleigh and considuble
. '. , . ... I
kissing and bugging thrown in.
This knowledge added fuel to the
Came that wax burning fiercely iu the
"Well, how about the housekeeping"
be asked, trying not to show bis eager-
i .H ., ..n i
in the enterprise iu which he found j
himself indulging. I
"Im verv comfortable here." the ladv i
responded art full v. "and 1 don't knows ;
i C!ire , make anv change, thank you. I
i dj.io-t like the village iiiu.li at !irt. i
.,ft,.r lii-ln" in larirer ola.es. but now !
ym u uuainted it kind of gains on me." !
I Her rer.lv was cureiuiiy irameii. ior
hr miml worked with great raniditv.
jmd 'nhe was mistress of the viruatioti
almost as soon as she sa tb leacoii
alighting from his sleigh. He .'as not
,i,e ,)rt f a ,., .o be a casual caller.
...,i n mniuier bespoke an urgent er- !
rall,j ;le U;j pcusiou of a ,
., i, .., .., .,,! ..u,,.. that sum :
i.-.r livioi wns nrin-iirioiis.
coat.s. ami she had never known want.
for she was a master band ut dealing
wi,n tlle ,,IK,site Svx. Deacon l:.-ix
coverlJy cct of tbe taii of ntr eVe.
,, k., ,iri
. ona , LN ffl . :
I refuse to bousekeep
get a better ofTer. 1
. , i
wonder if I could manage him if I got
rd ratier ,jke to s(.t ln the ,.as.
ter pew at the orthodox meeting bouse i
. , , ,
erg nnve kuuuijcu uio since x couie
Not a vestige of these Incendiary
thoughts showed in ber comely coun
tenance. "I'd make the wages fair." urged the
deacon, looking round the clean kitch
en, with be breakfast table Fitting
near the tunny window and the odor
of corneil beef nnd cabbage issuing
temptingly from a boiling pot on the
tire. "I Dope she ain't a great meat
eater." he thought, "but it's too soon
to cress that bridge yet-awhile."
"I've no doubt of it." said the wid
ow, wondering if ber voice rang true,
"but I've got n tension, aud why
should I leave this cozy little home?
Would I better myself any that's flie
1"Vn? ind of lonesome here.
mat s tne only reason i u cousiuer a
"No necJ o bein lonesome down to
I tbe Falls." said the deacon. "And I'm
in on' out all day, between tbe barn
an' tbe store."
This, indeed, was not a pleasant pros
pect, but Jane Tillman had faced worse
ones In ber time.
"I'm no band at any work outside
tbe boose." sbe observed, a a If reflect
ing. "I can truthfully say I'm a good
cook and have a great faculty for mak
ing a little gi a long ways." (She
considered this a master stroke, and.
In fact, it was. for the deacon's mouth
absolutely watered at this apparently
unconscious comprehension of his d!
position.) "But I'm no band nt any
chorea in the barn or abed." sbe con
tinued. "My husband would never al
low me to do that I.Ind of work."
rrhaps I could Kit a boy to help
out I've tieen kind o' thlnkln' o that
lately. What wages would you exiect
if I paid a boy for the rough work?"
asked the deacon tremulously.
"Well, to tell the truth. I don't quit
fancy the Idea of taking wages. Judge
Plcklnsoi wants me to go to Alfred
and hous Veep for him and named $12
month. It's good pay. and I haven't
said 'No Hnt my rent I small here.
I'm my own mistress, and I don't feel
like giving up my privileges."
"Twelve dollars a month!" lie bad
never thought of approaching that sum.
and he saw the heap of unwashed
dishes growing day by day and the
cream souring on the milk pans. Sud
denly an idea sprang full born Into the
deacon's mind. (Jed Morrill's "Old
Irlver" roust bare been close at band!)
Would Jane Tillman marry him? No
woman in tbe three Tillages would be
more-obnoxious to his daughters; that
in Itself was a distinct gain. She was
a fine, robust figure of a woman in her
early forties, and he thought, after all.
that tbe hollow chested, spindle shank
ed kind were more expensive to feed
on the whole than their better padded
sisters. lie bad never bad any diffi
culty in managing wives and thought
himself quite equal to one more bout,
even at sixty-five, though be had Just
tbe faintest suspicion that tbe high
color on Mrs. Tillman's prominent cheek
tiones. tbe vigor shown in the coarse
black hair and handsome eyebrows,
might make this task a little more dif
ficult than bis previous ones.
"If you'd like to bare a home o' your
own 'thout pay-in rent, you've only
got to say the word an I'll make you
Mis' Baxter," said tbe deacon.
"There'll be nobody to interfere with
you. an" a handsome legacy If I die
first, for none o my few savin's Is go
in' to my daughters, I can promise
The deacon threw out this tempting
bait advisedly, for at this moment be
would have poured bis board into the
lap of any woman who would help
him to avenge his fancied wrongs.
This was information Indeed! The
"few savings" alluded to amounted to
some thousands, Jane Tillman knew.
Had she not better burn her ships be
hind her. take the risks and have faith
In ber own powers? Sbe was getting
along in years, and her charms of per
son were lessening with every day that
passed over her head. If the deacon's
queer ways grew too queer, she
thought, an appeal to the doctor and
the minister might provide a way of
escape and a neat little income to boot.
So, on the whole, the marriage, though
much against her natural inclinations,
seemed to be providentially arranged.
If Jane Tillman became Mrs. Baxter
she intended to get the whip hand and
keep it. but nothing was further from
lier Intention than to make the deacon
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was not her disposition, and so. when
the deluded man left her house, he had
made more concessions in a single
hour than in all the former years of
Ills future spouse was to write out a
i:tt t rnner ror nis signature: jnsi a
".v little paper to be kept quite
Private and confidential between them-
selves, stating that she was to do no
""rK outside or the house: mat nor
Pension was to be her own: that sbe
' have ..- in cash on the first of
every month in lieu of wages, and that
Ia r:IS of llis death occurring first she ,
was to Inve a third of his estate, and
the whole of It if at the time of his
decease he was still pleased with bis
bargain. The only points in this con
tract that the deacon really under
stood were that he was paying only $."i
a intuitu Tor a nouseueeper to whom a
Jhre had olTYrcd $VJ: that, as he had
esi'fcted to pay at least ?S. he could
get a boy for the remaining $3. and
so be none the worse in pocket: elso.
tlKit if he could keep bis daughters
from eettini: his money, be didn't care
t a hang who bud It. as be bated the
whole human race with entire impar
tiality. If Jane Tillman didn't behave
herself be bad pleasing visions of con
verting most of bis fortune into cash
and having it dropped off the bridge
some djrk night, wuen the doctor bad
given him up and proved to his satis
faction that death would occur in tbe
All this being harmoniously settled,
the deacon drove away and caused
I:e announcement of
i:.'irri:u;e to be posted directly 1
111. 14. OL Ikilllllll JtllLI IIUO l.O LI
A "spite match," the community in
general called the deacon's marriage,
ni l many a man and many a woman.
ti uk r A.pvt i hit Mm n m iftntr nnViKck'ni
' " " - Z " Z
bouse, felt that in JMue Tillman Dea
con Baxter had met his Waterloo.
T the Tery moment that Deacon.
aster was starting out on
s quest for a housekeeper.
atty and Mark drove into
tbe Mason dooryard. and the sisters
flew into each other's arms. The dress
that Mark bad bought for Fatty was
tbe usual charming and unsuitable of
fering of a man's spontaneous affec
tion, being of dark violet cloth with a
wadded cape lined with satin.
Wait-still in her plain linsey-woolsey
was entranced with Fatty's beauty
and elegance, aud the two girls had a
few minutes of sisterly talk, of Inter
change of radiant hopes and confi
dences lrf-fore Mark tore them apart,
their checks wet with happy tears.
As the Masou house faded from view
Fatty waved her mufT until the last
moment, turned In ber seat aud said:
"Mark, dear, do you think your fa
ther would care if I spent the twenty
dollar gold piece be gave me for Wait
btlll? She will be married in a fort
night, and if my father does not give
ber the few things she owns she will
go to bi-r husband more 111 provided
even than I was. 1 have so much,
dear Mark, and she so little.''
"It'a your ovn wedding present to
nse as you wish," Mark answered,
"and It'a exactly like you to give it
away. Uu abend and spend it if you
want to. I can always earn enough to
keep yoo without anybody's help."
Mark, after cracking the whip
valngloriouslyt kissed hi wife Just
over the violet ribbons, and. with
sleigh 1h?1Is jingling, they sped over
tbe snow toward what seemed Fara
dise to them, the New Hampshire vil
lage where they had been married
aud where their new life would begin.
So n few days later Waltstlll receiv
ed a great parcel which relieved her
of many feminine anxieties, nnd she
began to shape and cut and stltcb dor
Ing all the hours she bad to herself
They were not innny, for every da
she trudged to the Itoynton farm uu.
began with youthful enthusiasm tin
household tasks that were so soon t
be hers by right.
"Don't waste too much time aim
strength here, my dearest," said Ivory
"Do you suppose for a moment 1 shall
keep you long on this lonely farm? I
am ready for admission to the bar or I
am fitted to teach in tbe best school In
New Kngland. Nothing has beld me
here but my mother, and in her pres
ent condition of mind we can safely
take her anywhere. We will never
live where. there are so many memo
ries nnd associations to sadden and
hamper us, but go where the best op
portunity offers aud as soon as may
be. My wife will be a pearl or great
price."' he added fondly, "and 1 Intend
to provide a right setting for her!"
Ivory was right, Waltstlll Baxter
was Indeed a jewel of a woman. She
had little knowledge but much wis
dom, and after all knowledge stands
for the leaves on a tree nnd wisdom
for the fruit. There was Infinite rich
ness in the girl, a richness that had
been growing and ripening through the
years that sbe thought so gray and
Those lonely tasks, too hard for a
girl's bands, those unrewarded drndg
erles. those days of faithful labor in
and out of doors, those evenings of
self sacrifice over the mending basket,
the quiet avoidance of all that might
vex her father's crusty temper, her pa
tience with his miserly exactions, the
hourly holding back of the hasty word
all these bad played their part: all
these had been somehow welded into
a strong, sunny, steady life wisdom,
there Is no better name for rt, and so
she had unconsciously the best of all
harvests to bring up dower to a hus
band who was worthy of her.
These were quietly happy days at
the farm, for Mrs. Boynton took a new
if transient hold upon life that de
ceived even tbe doctor. Rodman was
nearly as ardent a lover as Ivory, hov
ering about Waltstlll and exclaiming:
"You never stay to supper, and it's so
lonesome evenings without you! Will
it never be time for you to come and
live with us. Waity, dear? The days
crawl so slowly!" At which Ivory
would laugh, push him away and draw
Waltstlll nearer to his own side, say
ing. "If yon nre in a hurry, yon young
cormorant, what do you think of me?
"We can never tvait two more days.
Rod: let ns kidnap her! Let ns take
the old bobsled and run over to New
Hampshire where one can be married
the minute one feels like it. We
could do it between sunrise and moon-"
rise and be at home for a late supper.
Would she be too tired to bake tbe
biscuits for us. do you think? What
do you say. Rod, will yon be best
man?" And there would be youthful,
unaccustomed laughter floating out
from the kitchen or living.room. bring
ing a smile of content to Lois Boyn
ton's face as she lay propped up In bed
with her open Bible beside her. "lie
binds up the broken hearted." she
whispered to herself. "He gives ubto
"Our littl brother
never in the
them a garland for ashes, the oil of
joy for mourning, the garment of praise
for the spirit of heaviness."
. . . .
The quiet wedding was over. There
bad been neither feasting nor' Gnery,
nor presents nor bridal Journey, only a
homecoming that meant as deep and
sacred a Joy, as fervent gratitude as
any four hearts ever contained -in all
the world. But tbe laughter ceased,
though the happiness flowed silently
underneath, almost forgotten In the
sudden sorrow that overenroe them,
for it fell out that Lois Boynton bad
only waited as It were for the mar
riage and could stay no longer.
There are two heavens
Both made of love one. inconceivable
KVn by the other, so divine U l:
The other, far on this aide of the starA
By men called home.
And these two heavens met over at
Hoynton'a during these cold, white,
glistening December days.
Ils Boynton found hers first After
a windy moonlit night a morning
dawned ln which a hush seemed to be
on the earth. The cattle huddled to
gether in the farmyards and tbe fowla
shrank into their feathers. The sky
was gray, and suddenly the white
heralds came floating down like scouts
seeking for paths and camping plnces.
Waltstlll turned Mrs. Boynton'a bed
so that she could look out of the win
dow. Slope after slope, daszling In
white crut, rose one upon another uud
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vanished ns they slipped away into tbe
dark green of the pine forests.
there fell from out the skies
A feathery whiteness over all the land:
A strange, soft, spotless something, pure
It could not be called a storm, for there
had been no wind since sunrise, no
whirling fury, no drifting, only a still,
steady, solemn fall of crystal flakes,
hour after hour, hour after hour.
Mrs. Bo'ynton's book of hooks was
open on the bed, and her finger mark-
ril a passage in her favorite Bible
"Here It is. daughter." she whisper
ed. "I have found It, In the same
chapter where the morning stars sing
together and the sons of God shout for
joy. The Lord speaks to Job out of
tbe whirlwind and says. Hast thou
entered Into the treasures of tbe snow,
or hast tbou seen the treasures of the
baiir Sit near me. Waltstlll. and look
out on tbe hills. 'Hast tbou entered
Into tbe treasures of the snow?' . No,
not yet, but please God I shall, jnd
Into many other treasures soon," and
sbe closed her eyes.
AH day long the air ways were filled
with the glittering army of the snow-
i flakes, ail day long the snow grew
deeper and deeper on the ground, and
on tbe breath of some wbite winged
wonder that passed Lois Boynton's
window ber white soul forsook its
"earth lot" and took flight at last
They watched beside her, but never
knew tbe moment of her going. Fler
face was so like an angel's In its shin
ing serenity that the few who loved
ber best could not look upon ber with
anything but-reverent Joy. On earth
she bad known nothing but the "bro
ken arcs," but in henven she would
find the "perfect round." There at last
on the other side of the stars, she could
remember right, poor Lois Boynton!
For weeks afterward the village was
shrouded in snow ns It bad never been
before within memory, but Id every
happy household the borne life deepen
ed day by day. Tbe books came out in
the long evenings; the grandslres told
old tales nnder tbe Inspiration of the
hearth fire; the children gathered on
their wooden stools to roast apples and
pop corn, nnd hearts came closer to
gether thau .when summer called tbe
housemates to wander here and there
In fields and woods and beside the
Over at Boyntona. when the snow
was whirling and the wind bowling
round the chimneys of the high gabled
old farmhouse, when every window
had Its frame of ermine nnd fringe of
Icicles and the sleet rattled furiously
against the glass, then ivory would
throw a great back log on tbe bank of
coals between the flredogs. the kettle
wbuld legin to sing and the cat come
from some snag corner to curl and
purr on the braided hearth rug.
School was In session, and Ivory and
Rod had their textbooks of an evening.
UUI I'll, mini urn nnu viinnc J", IV,
sjudy when there was a sweet woman
but. oh, what a new and strange joy to
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sitting near with her workbasket a
woman wearing a shining braid of hair
as if it were a coronet; a woman of
rlear eyes and tender lips, one who
could feel as well as think, one who
could be a man's comrade as well as
his dear love! Truly the second heav
en, the one on "this side- of tbe stars,
by men called home," was very present
over at Boyntons'.
Sometimes tbe broad seated old hair
cloth sofa would be drawn in front of
tbe fire, and Ivory, laying bis pipe and
bis Greek grammar on the table, would
tike some lighter book nnd open it on
his knee. Waltstlll would lift her eyes
from ber sewing to meet her husband's
glance that spoke longing for ber closer
companionship and. gladly leaving ber
work and slipping Into the place by bis
side, sbe would put ber elbow on bis
shoulder and rend with bim.
Once Rod from his place at a table
on tbe other side of tbe room looked
and looked at them with a kind of In
stinct beyond his years and finally
crept up to Waitstlll and, putting an
arm through hers, nestled his curly
head on her shoulder, with tbe quaint
charm and grace that belonged to bim.
It was a young and beautiful shoul
der, Waltstill's. and there had always
been and would always be a gracious
curve in it where a child's head might
He in comfort Presently with a shy
pressure,- Rod whispered: "Shall I sit
In the other room, Waltstlll and Ivory?
Am I in the way?'
Ivory looked np from his book
quietly shaking his head, while Wait
still put ber arm around tbe boy and
drew him closer.
"Onr litt'e brother Is never in the
way," she said, as she kissed him.
On midsummer evenings the win
dows of the old farmhouse over at
Boynton's gleam with unaccustomed
lights and voices bneak the stillness,
lessening tbe gloom of the long, grass
grown lane of Lois Boynton's watch
ing in days gone by. On sunny morn
ings there is a merry babel of cliil
ings mere is a merry naoei or cuu-
dren's chatter, mingled with gentle
maternal warnings, for this is a new
brood of young things, nnd the river
Is calling them as It hns called all the
others who ever enme within the cir
cle of Its magic. The fragile hare
bells banging their blue heads from
the crevices of the rocks: the brilliant
columbines swaying to. and. fro ci
their tall stalks; the patches of gleam
In- n nil in shallow nine beckoning
little bare1 feet to come nnd trend
tuem: the glint of silver minnows dart
ing hither and thither in some still
pool; the tempestuous Journey of some
weather beaten log. fishting Its tin;
downstream here Is life In nbiiud.-inec.
luring the child to share its risks and
When Wnltstiirs boya and Tatty's
girls tome back to the farm they play
by S:u-o water as their, mothers and
their fathers did before t'.iein. The
r.iths through the pine woods along
the river's . brink are trodden smooth
- '" .... .........
hJ their restless, wandering, feet- TUeit
and the Maid
eager, curious eyes search tbe wj
sides for adventure, hot their babWt
and laughter are oftenest heard f
the ruins of an old house hldtei ij
great trees. The stones of the ctllir.
all overgrown with blackberry vtnA
are still there, and a fragment of tt
brick chimney,, where swaUowe baiH
their nests from year to year. A fr
derness of weeds, tall and luxorinC
springs up to hide the stone over wte
Jacob Cochrane stepped daily
he issued from his door, and thapol
lshed stick with which three-year
. . . . raav ha ISBlf
i arty Deaw a. umw -from
the very chair In which k
expounding the Bible accordiii t W
own vision. The thickets of n
clover and red tipped grasses, of
ing ferns and young alder bosba W
all of ugliness that belongs to tie as
serted spot and serve as a miston
forest In whose shade the yoonsS
foreshadow the future at their pltfJJ
borne building and honsekeepb
a far corner, altogether concetw
from the passerby, there ia
treasure, a wonderful reb"J,2
green leaves shining with hewa
vigor. When the July aon k turW
the hayfields yellow the children P
the bushes ln the leafy corner ana
tie Waitstlll Boynton stepe
in to gather one splendid rose, r1" ,
ther and mother."
Jacob Cochrane's heart. wltB i"
faults and frailties, has Ion .
peace. On a chill, dreary n!s"
November all that was mortal w
was raised from its unhonored rw
place, not far from tbe mine of
abode, and borne by three
clples far away to another atti
gravestones were replaced. wca
ward. deep, deep In the earttt. p
sod laid back upon tbem- "
man thenceforward could B ir
place of the prophet s transient D
amid the sceues of his first sn
triumphant ministry. . WV
"It is a sad story. Jacob Coc"
..!.i t her husband
- her cw""
she first discovered lh M
j had chosen the s r
I Phiy. "and yet. i voir. . rf d
vuiiM." " . htMrw
blooius "aud blooms in the r"'"
man's house, ami pe:ur
in the world hp hns left
that matches the rose.
.... , . r t AndoSt
nr. v. isuani u.i-r 'i tf
i 90 Pt-r cent of h'.rnan beins
i some c-xtert tuberculous
A Missouri Farm and
,i n.r on v .i('t:
vttii"ilt miervsi or '' i.i.vrT. Z.
.niin irin i-ailwav tare i.-' utt
ments stop t" of d'atB- V W
pV.oar.rn. and full "format
for cash and Af.y.VB5;
Kltlier 1 or 3 a r, i y""' ,1
town l ts and 3"" hai J" i-l.uoo-Kcre
orchard '"'"l"J Zw'?
canning factories am lull ?",ci-
ti K. Mimwer. i. . u..
as City, M