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AFTER LONG TEARS.
This fat her forgot his injured pride.
When old Gilbert was informed that
Nicholas would be coming home in a
few days he exclaimed, -with triumphant
"I knowed hit! Bless Glory!"
"Hukkom you knowed hit?" sneered
Glory-Ann. "Is you tiyin' ter niek out
you 13 Solomon en' de prophets?"
"What 1 done tell you. Misy?" pur
sued old Gilbert, serenely indifferent to
this taunt. "Put yo' 'pendenco in ilawsc
G n'ral Fletcher."
"lie had nothing to do with it!" cried
iasy indignantly. "Brer Nicholas wrote
o' h.s own accord; lie said never a- word
of your 'ilawse Gm'ral Fletcher.' I won't
Id indebted io Gipt. Fletcher. We've
xetirned all he did for Brer Nicholas,
ani there's an end of him."
Is dasso?" said old Gilbert regretfully.
"VIII well! Tubbe sho!"
Hukkom you is so sot beginst do
tson all of a suddent?" Glorj-Ann re
nhbtrated. "Timet I is hei q1 you say
Coit-y can'frmek wafllos littcn fur him
tat, en' now you talk lak ho wuz good
rl.mce! You is jes' ez onsartin ez a
ce, Missy; dat you is."'
I wish 1 were a child," Missy sighed,
Ji a vague, unwilling apprehension of
t truth of her Aunt Elvira's declara
i that the old joy could never come
in. As the day for her brother's re
t drew near she had discovered in
lelf, to her sorrow and confusion, an
plicable slirinkhig from that long
fed mooting, a feverLsh eagerness to
the- agony of j:y over and done
her anriety to ellnafnato as much as
Jble of tho cioment of pain and cm
assmert that ,ho could not but feel
Wl upon this firt meeting, she cs
d to coar her father to his best be
er. "You will not look stem, my
irV she mtivated, with 2. smile that
Cgled to express a confidence she did
ioeL "For tho oil lime is over; for
j forget the past.'
,0 colonel frowned impatiently; but
Jlo time ago this same inordinate
Ifred haddeolared thai to forget was
. havo written Nicholas to como
,e; I havo mado no conditions," he
), a little coldly. "I never do things
lalvcy, and I shall not behave in a
jner unbecoming a Thorne."
'Lsy sighed and wiid no more.
; was a dark anxl ttorniy night when
hulas rode away from Thorne Hill,
ing, buoyant, ard nt, defiant; ho re-
ned on a bright h 'ring day, broken,
;tn-d and saddened. And he came
t alone; he brought with him not onl
s wife and child and the rcdoubtabk
jxanna he brought with him also
ie shadows of tho long, cad years of ab-
i.co and estrangement. They wrapt
Sm a jout as with a mantle; ihey made
,ie.nselves -i?iilo in Hs hair, prema-
ureiy gray; in tno acep lines rnnc nrara-
d his handsome face, in the sadness of
11s eyes, in his drooping figure, and in
.lie carelessness with which ho wore his
jhabby, threadbare clothes. Missy would
never have known him, and the shock of
finding him so changed went nigh to
break her heart.
It w ai a meeting in which sorrow in
evitably' outweighed joy. The colonel
'would have preferred to see his son finst
alone, but his pride and his shyness made
him shrink from exacting this; and when
ihe carriage that brought Nicholas drove
to the door he stood or. the piazza erect,
composed, wuli Mi-s Elvira trembling on
one p.Jo of him and Winifred trembling
on the other, while old Gilbert and Glory
Ann, in jealous rivalry, maintained a re
spectful distance in tho rear. But at the
sight of Nroholas, as he came up the
Ettps, thisfrtdier forgot his injured pride,
his anger, hu'Uisapuointed hopes: ho re
in., mbered only that-this, his son who
was lost, was found again, and he took
the exil? in his arm-.
And there was a great silence, broken
at last by old Gilbert's devout ejacula
tion, "Praise be ter Glory!'" for which
Clcry-Ann rebuked him with a vigorous
thrust of her el Dow, and t'ne inquiry:
"Is you plum forgot do manners you till:
suay fum Thorne Hill?"
Doia, beautiful still, with a certain
majestic grace, in spito of her poor and
faded dress, stood apart, proudly shy;
for at this supreme moment no ono
thought of her or the boy. whomagiunt,
grim giantess held In her arms with an
air of determined propiietorsliip.
To Missy her brother looked like a
stranger, but whn he turned to her she
threw herself into his ai-ms with a pas
sionate burst of tears that had, alas! lit
tle kinship with joy. This was not the
brother she had lost. The past was never
The colonel gave his eon's wife a more
gracious welcome than Missy had dared
to hope, and ho took his little grandson
in his arms and kissed and blessed him;
but for Iioxanna White his only greeting
vas a stiff bow.
Tim 3 had made his mark upon this
rigorous omazon since the dsyahcat
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she still carried her head high, and the
fire in her eyes was not quenched.
Plainly, in spite of time, hero was the
same Iioxanna, unterriiied and uncom
promising. When Missy would fain
have found a likeness to her brother in
the little boy, "He's tho bawn image of
his grandfather, Job Furnival!" Eoxanna
But thi'3 declaration, made for the col
onel's discomfiture, failed of its effect, so
far, at least, as ho was concerned, for he
had taken himself away.
It was soon manifest, however, that
CoL Thorne was not vulnerable to Rox
anna's thrusts; he had the air of looking
over and beyond her into space, and to a
certain extent he ignored her. Not that
he held her devotion to Nicholas cheap.
He had deoired, indeed, to make some
substantial acknowledgment of her ser
vices to his son. but when he spoke of
U1L3, in a privato interview, not long
after Nicholas' return, Roxannatook fire.
"Pay mo?" she shrieked. "Is that yo'
meanin'? Yon can't pay me! The war
ain't cleaned you out entire. Col. Thorne,
but you can't never give yo' son an' yo'
grandson mo'n what I've give 'em. They
an' Dosia together 1 ave had the heart
outen my body; what kin pay me fur
that but thevselves? I spoke my mind
once pretty free, Col. Thorne, which hit
done me good; an' lm boun' ter speak
hit free some mo'. Don't you go ter be
lieve hit wa3 all Nick's grit what hilt
him back from you so long; he ain't
never got yo' letters, 'causa I kep 'em
"Woman!" exclaimed tho colonel,
choking with indignation.
"Yes, I'm a woman," returned Rox
anna, with composure. "That's how
como my heart ached an' burned fur
Nick an" Bosia when you flung 'em off.
I tuk 'em fur mine, j a' I'm got a grip on
'em what can't bo shook a-loose. Whai
they go, thar I go; Avhar they stay, thai
"But, Lor' A'mighty bless yo' soul,
Col. Thome, I ain't ' iyin' up no grudge
beginst you 'long o' hat's past an' gone.
I've toted my load 'long o' Nick Thorne,
an' I mek no doubt you've toted yourn.
Accounts is squared now; jtou let 'em
stay squared. Hit's a po' business ter br
openin' new trade with trouble; I ain't
no objections ter fto stayin' here 'long o'
you all, fur I don't e- no idlo bread no
whar. An' bein' yon'ro a bawn gentle-
man, you got no occasion, as I kin see
ter set mo a-drift (bein' how I ain't yo'
son," she added mentally).
The colonel had no desiro to set Rox
anna adrift; he acq -isced in her pres
ence with dignity, il not with cordiality;
and, happily, she did not prove so un
comionaojq aiemont in iu mmseuuxa ,
J.B.M tH.yu jc-. . . 01 .x, iu v- .
plaining the situation to tho friends of
the family, was accu-omed to say, with
: neat little air of commendation, that
Roxanna Whito "knew her place;"' but
Roxanna stated tho case somewhat dif
ferently. "I ain't claimin' ter belong ter tho
Thorno family," she said; "all I ask 'em
is. gimme space ter mjself, an' lemme
havo tho raisin' o' that chile, an' I'm sat
isfied." "An' what manners is she fitten ter
teach Mawse Nick's boy?'' Glory-Ann de
manded, in dudgeon. "Po' white trash!
Lawd, how times is changed!"
"Sho allers wuks ter do right," said
old Gilbert, charitab'-'.
"Dat ain't gwan r 'der her quality, is
hit?"' retorted Glory-Ann.
"No, hit ain't," old Gilbert admitted.
"But lack o' bein' cmality ain't gwan
bender her ft.ni gittin' ter hebben, ez I
kin see." '
"Hit's dis yeth what I'm discussm',"
said Giorv-Ann, with supremo disdain.
"I got somethin' on my mind ter tell
you, Winifred Thorne," said Roxanna
White, rnyetcrisusl; "an' p'raps you'll
thank mo, an' p'r'ap you won't; but I'm
boun' ter open my mouth in 'cordance ,
with my lights."
-Anouc wnatr Wlnirred asked, with
more amusement than curiosity.
They were sitting under the scupper-
rfryrr n-rl-ir,,. TjrllDCrt fliorfl foa llMln t-r T
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danger of interruption, and yet Roxanna
looked around cautiously to make suro !
t.htcw wns no oni near.
"Lxlile sstr. (his fnsnd of mine is no
stranger to you "
"S'pose you know," said she. in a
tragic whisper, with a bony finger on
Winifred's arm, "as how the colonel
was a-writin' an' a-pesterin' constant
after Nick, all ter get him home agin,
after ho done turned him adrift?"
"Yes, I know," said Winifred, reluct
antly. She did not wish to epeak of the
"Lawd, you needn't git riled." said
Roxanna. "I ain't riled, not now; but
them days I hadn't got my cawnsent ter
tek up my rcost on this Thorne Hill, an'
I was on the watch cawntmuaL so ez
never one ' them pesterin' letters- o' the
colonel didn't come inter Nick Thome's
"YiuwicTadriwisfed waanj.?rcrigj 1
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Winifred, tip in" the vehemence of hor
"No, I ain't wicked," said Miss White,
complacently. "Management ain't wick
edness; an' I'd a squar right ter manage,
seem' ez I'd picked Nick up. I was dead
sot beginst him comin' home; but how
you reckin I como ter change my mind?"'
"You repentsd, I hope," said Wini
"No, I didn'. You seddown an' lemme
tell you. E2 nigh ez I ken mek out, hit
was a Yankee."
"I said a Yankee. Lawd, they've been
plenty onough of late! I knowed him
fur a Yankee that rniuuto he opened his
mouth; they can't talk nach'ral, like
us foutherners. Thi3 Yankee was a-hunt-in'
Nick Thome," pursued Roxanna, sig
nificantly. "P'raps you know somethin'
"I know nothing whatever about it,"
said Winifred, btiffiy.
"Weli," Roxanna continued, "I was
skairt ter ask what fur he was a-huntiu'
of Nick; but I kep' my eyes skint, an' I
found out he was preachin' ter git Nick
ter mek hit up with the colonel, an' then
I was riled! I had brung Nick ter my
way o' thinkin' that he could live an' die
'thouten his kin, an' I didn't want no
Yankeo rceddlm' with my business.
Mo'over, I s'picioned the colonel sont
"No such thing!" Winifred contradict
"No; I foun' out mighty soon ez hit
warn't the colonel," Roxanna said, and
paused; but her listener sat with averted
countonance, and would give no sign;
whereupon Roxanna boldly declared,
"Hit was you!"
"That is not true!" cried Winifred.
"Bless yo' soul, no!" returned Rox
anna, compactly. "No need ter git riled.
He ain't said so; but Lawd, child, hit
don't always need word o' mouth ter git
vo' arrands done; an' when that air gab
gifted Yankee argyfied with Nick Thorne
that vou held yo' heart sot on gittin' yo"
brother home agin, I give in, an' con
fessed them letters, an' I told Nick ter
write home, pintly, which I hadn't ex
pected ter do nothin' of the sort."
11 she expected any show of gratitude,
she was doomed to disappointment.
"Do yon mean to tell mo,'' said Wini
fred, indignantly, "that my brother
would not have written without your
"No," said Miss White, with sober de
cision; "I ain't no sich a fool ez ter un
dertake ter tell befo'hand what the on
sartin sons o' Adam mought or moughtn'
do; but this I kin tell, an' lain'tdoubtin'
ter say hit: Ef ever that circulatin' Yan
kee gits back ter Thorne Hill, hit won
bo ter argyfy with me, nor yit with Nic
Thorne, though hit mought be with the
colonel p'r"ap3." And she cackled
"He will never come again!" Winifred
declared, with burning cheeks.
"Some is easy got rid of an' some aint,"
said Miss White, sententiously. "I ain't
blind, an' in these six months what I've
been ter Thorne Hill I'vo seen ono what
,t comin, backnot in a hurry PauI
Herry ain't. I know the looks of them
kind. I don't set up ter be a prophet,
bat hit weights mo heavy ter give you
this warnin', Winifred Thorne when ho
comes, that friend o' yourn ," and Rox
anna stretched out her hard and bonv
haml rJaK jjd'g lltt fingofe, I
flunnn nothin' 'hnnfc von
dunno nothin' 'bout you. but hit's eoin'
ter be onpkasin' ter tho colonel."
"He is not ccmig agam," "Winifred
insisted. "We don't want him." And
she drew her hand o'-t of Miss Roxanna's
sympathizing clasp r nd went away in a
tumult of painful emotions. Sho con
coiu'essed to none, hardly evon to her
self, that her brother's return had not
brought back the old joy of her child
hood. "Brer Nicholas" was at home
again, but she wa lonely still; come
tlung was lacking, she knew not what,
or would not seek to know.
Yet, as the uneventful days went by,
and .eason gavo plrce to season, Wini
fred, if sho was n glad with the old
joy that once she hpcl for, in her broth
er's return, had begun to find a sweet
content. She undertcod at last that her
aident soul had demanded more than
was possible 'muer the circumstances,
and sho no longer expected from Nich
olas tho al)solute devotion sho had given
him. Sho had learned tho sobering les
fcon that life, oven Jh" most securely or
dered life, is subject to the inexorable
law of change.
Lottie, the cousin she loved best, was
living in a distant town; Paul Herry,
who had declared himself heart broken
at his pretty cousin's obduracy, was
married now, and settled in Savannah,
where Bess Herry spent much of her
timc and all this had como to pass with-
in two yeare after Nicholas' r-turn. Yet,
though Winifred's life 111 these days was
"ol Kr. neiuier was it uuu; iur no iuo
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filled with duties. Thi3
sacred truth had Winifred learned from j
her old aunt in New ork, and she had
the wisdom now to make to herself many
sweet, small duties that kept ner nanus
busy and her heart at rest. Hardly a
day passed that she lid not visit old Gil
bert and Mom Bee with some little offer
ing a practice that excited Roxanna
White's -ehenient disapproval. "Them
two old free niggers," she was wont to
declare, "will devour the colonel's sub
stance, lessen that girl marries somebody
I what kin moderate her. But hit'll rile
J the colonel the day she makes her choice."
J The trees were bare for the second
I time since Nicholas' home coming, when
Winifred went out, ono afternoon, to
visit Mom Bee. Tho wintry sun was
reddening the west when shecame back;
the air was crisp md invigorating, and
she prolonged her walk through the
grove, where sho sat on tho horse block
to await her brei.her's return from town,
just as she had done, many a time, when
a child. Tne happiness of those blessed
days seemed, all at onoe, to come again,
and she sang aloud for joy.
Soon Nicholas rode in at the great gat,
and he was not alone: it needed but a
glance to reveal that her brother's com
panion was John Fletcher, and in an in
stant the joy that had inspired her light
aearted song became a dead thing, and
a wild, tyrannical exultation took its
place. "Why did he coaio ajain?" she
sighed, trembling. "I was content."
She rose up, pale but composed, as the
horses halted and their riders dismounted;
but it was a cold little hand and t'ne ghost
of a smile that she gave John Fletcher
when Nicholas said:
"Little sister, this friend of mine is no
stranger to you. I fourd him just in
time to snatch bim from Mr?. Thtndore
Scon. TLoma.Kil! is the oniy plao for
John FlctaiierSvhen he comes south, eh,
"I,skaS.hope-foT a irslconae in-tyour
4rojat!Seiatajet'lf . saidJoteC. FJe&cfaer.
with, his grave smile; and Winifred,
hardly comprehending, as yet, that she
was not dreaming, assured him that her
father, her aunt, every one, would be
glad to see him.
Col. Thorne had a courteous, if some
what startled, welcome for his guest of
two winters agone; but Miss Elvira's
greeting savored of the question:
Como you ia peace or come you in tot f
But Roxanna White was jubilant over
the fulfillment of her prophecy. "Wha'
did I tell you, Winifred Thorns?' she
Baid, triumphantly. "Now you heed
what I say; many an' many's the time
Tve seen hit; Love has got Sorrer fur
hifs shadder; but I'm yit ter sea thet
spitin' of love can lessen the shadderv"
To Dosia she said: "I been a-preacbin'
grit ter Winifred Thorne in morial ex
pectation of this same happenin'. Fur
hifil rile the colonel."
And she laughed with settled satisfaction.
FOft wixifhsd's sake.
"Yes," said fFinifrw' and she ptxt
hand tn again.
"Do you know why I came hack?" said
John Fletcher abruptly one morninc,
when he chanced to find lnmself alone
They were in that rigidly arranged
parlor, with tho s?me table between them
across which he had stretched his hand,
that sho would not see, two years before.
Winifred looked up, but before she
could frame a reply he went on, hurried
ly: "You know I did not have an oppor
tunity to say good-by."
"Ah, then, you caicobccktosay good
by?" exclaimed Winifred.
"To say good-by, if that bo your pleas
ure," he answered gravely; "but to say
something else first. I came to confess
myself a coward."'
Winifred looked at him in suiprise.
"When I saw you last," he went on,
impetuously, "in thi very room, beside
this very table, I let a me:e uplifting of
your hand impose silenco upon mo,
though I had a right to speak the rigl 5
of every man with a heart to feel. I was
a coward not to tell you then what I have
como to tell you Imow. Alien though
you deem me, I lo- 'jou: wore you to
proclaim a thousand tiuies th.it the war
is not over, stiH, j.tul i love you.
T Winifred r- ned her face axvupv
"Between you and me thore is a great
gulf fixed," she faltered.
"I love you," he repeated, and came
and stood beside her chair. "I love you
with a love that can bridge over any
"You forget you forget!" she sigh
ed; but her voice died away; sho coula
not say again that the war was not over.
"I do not forget; I told you that I
should novcr forget Col. Thome's un
compromising daughter. Whether you
wish it or not you are all the world
Winifred uttered a little cry and raised
her hand, as if in protest; but John
Fletcher did not chooco now to obey that
gesture; he clasped hir hand in both his
own and Winifred did not take it away.
She said to herse' t'aat all this availed
nothing thcrt they must part, must
surely part presently must say good-by
forever, since all the world, on her side
and on hL, would be against their union;
but she would not deny this little mo
ment its fleeting happiness. Sho shiv
ered, but she did not take away her
How had it coi.ue to pass that this
man, but a little while ago a stranger,
should stand between hor and all that '
she held dearest father brother home? J
How had he kindled in htr passionate
and devoted heart a tenderness that
dwarfed every affection she had known?
She had not been willing tc lovo him, she I
had struggled hard against it; but she '
did lovo him, alas! "U hy had he not j
staved awav? And vet. thoueh her heart l
should break in parting from him now, j
aU her lif loQg sbe sh(mld rejoice
be glad Uiat ho did that
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moment at least had been her own in :
which to enjoy her empire. Come what '
might, this moment at least was here, i
now and forever, and she bowed her !
head upon the two hands that clasped I
hers and cried out, with passionate la- j
"If you knew how I have hated you'' ,
"That makes no difference, if you love ,
me now!" John Fletcher declared, wil.h I
an exultant smile.
"I have not wished to love you," Win- ,
if red said, as she lifted her head, and
withdrew her hand.
"Must I say good-by then forever?"
She turned her face away, and there
was a long silence. John Fletcher wait
ed; he desired that Winifred should
make her own decision. At last, "I can
not help it," she exclaimed. It was not
a radiant face that sh turned toward
him, but John Fletcher knew that he
need not say good-by. "I never should
have hated you so if I had not loved
She turned vary pale and bowed her
head on the arm of her chair. She had
braved the shadow that wait3 on Love,
and she was ready to defy Sorrow for
Love's dear sake, but Love's glad eyes
she could not meet.
John Fletcher bent over her with a
smile ineffable, and laid his hand upon
her head. "Dearest, look up," hs whis
pered. "Do you think I cannot under
stand? Some muse be the first to clasp
hands across the bitterness of these sad
days; why not you and If
"Yes," said Winifred, and she -put her
hand in his nj-air
Just then -just then
He stood within tnrefct oftbia
andsstarexii -aESpetsiaed- "What does
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"It means that I love your daughter,
CoL Thorne," John Fletcher said, on-treatingly.
Winifred stood up. ' 'And I love nira ," J
she said, in a lovr but distinct tone. She
met her fathers angry eyes unflinch
ingly, though, ths color surged over
cheeks and brew at the boldness of her
The colonel regarded her an instant
with a stony stare. "You are a fool!
You are a child !" he exclaim sd. furiously.
"No, my father,"' said Winifred; "I
am not a foci; I am not a child."
The colonel softened. "My little daugh
ter," he said, with a tremulous smile,
"thi3 isailncncense: a patsing fancy; I
am not angry with you."
"It is no passing fancy," said Wini
fred. John Fletcher essaysd to speak, but
the colonel would not lvrar him.
"IngrataP ho storomd. "Would to
God you had died with a rebel bullet
in your traitorous heart, or perished out
there on the roadside, befcro ycu came
under my roof to ro1 me of my child."
Winifred threw Lercelf upon her fa
ther's breast ana no io:uea tus arms
"Oh, no! no!"' she crieti "Bless him!
Bless him, oh, my f.-.ther! You know not
what you owe to him; for it was in car
ing so much for him tlici I learned "how
well I love you, my father!"'
"Do net tell me that, Winifred. Let
him leave my sight my house."
"But hear me first, Col. Thorne," John
Fletcher entreated. "I have a right to
, , ,
"I will not near you, sir! Nothing you
can say will atone. Winifred, I order
you to tell him to ge "'
"No," said Wini ed, in a low but
steady voice. "If you Fgnd him awav
vou will l mrrvfnrovcr '
"Whap You threaten me!" said the
"No, no. I love my dear father now
too well to threaten him," Winifred an
swered, and the tears rose to her eyes.
"Wheedling is worse!" tho oolone'
bur3t forth, with unabated anger. I e
still held his arms around her, but this
was rather to assert his right against
"But if vou send him away Wini
"You would dare to follow him?" the
colonel interrupted fiercely, as ho loos
ened his clasp of her slight form.
This was near being a word too much
for a spirit as keen and unyielding as hs
own, Winifred's fae was deadly white,
but not from fear, when she replied, in a
voice that did not falter, and with a look
that did not waver
"Whether I would follow him or not
there would be a difference, and you
would feel it. You would be sorry."
"Don't reiterate this sentimental trash
to me, Winifred!" cried the colonel, and
in his angr. impatience hs tlirew her
from him. He did not mean to be rough,
but he forgot, for the moment, that she
was lame; but John Fletcher did n
forget it, and so it came to puss that
CoL Thorno threw his daughter straight
into her lover's arms!
There was an instant's pause and in
that instant Winifred's augrv father saw
j that his cause was lost
For Winifred's beautiful head rested
against John Fletchers heart; its tumult
uous throbs half frightened h-er, but his
strong arms held her. She wa3 very
pale and her eyes were closed, but sho
smiled with supreme contont.
"Is she hurt?" the colonel asked, in a
tone of horror.
Winifred opened licr eyes and laughed.
"No, not hurt," she said, and the color
came again to her face. She stretched
o'jt her arms as her father 'ncnt over
hv-r, and clasped him around the neck.
"Nothing can make me lovo you less,
dear father," sho wispercd. "The more J
I lovo him, the more must I loro you."
The colonel sighed and turned away.
He could not bring himself, all at once,
to yield consent.
"Well! well! rubbe sho!" moralized old
Gilbert. "When wo gits ole hit ain't no
use wrastlin' beginGt de headincss o'
young folkses. ilawstcr, he triel hit,
en' ho wrastied pow'ful. He had less o'
de grace o' givin' in den airo man ever I
see; yit he is gwan "bout now wid ono chilo
married ter dam er. he ain't chooscned,
en' Missy done promused t?r a Yankee
what fit beginBt the souf. En' de curi
ouscst xxrt is, hit rarely doan seem ter
mek no speshnl difFnnce, de is all nettled
down ter be satirfipd wid ono Voder. (
De mo' I studies de mo' hit Io pear ter mo
dc worl' is mcsTy cade fur dem what j
comes after we is dade en' gawn. What
you relrin, Glcrr-Ann?" ho asked, affa- !
"I doan rekin nothin'," returned Glory
Ann, ungraciously; "I keeps my thoughts j
Dafs my notion o' man- .
"Well! well!" tho old man raid, wrth a
subdued chuckle. "I gwan ax llissy.
Her manners aint so -puppndiklar.'t ;
"Dot boy Shake dot boy Soaked he
mournfully repeated as a friend inked hlxx
if he wa3 no longer in b5dneaa la St. Louis.
"Jake ia your son?"
"Yes, my son; myiciet."
"What did Jake do?"
"Ybell, I goes oop to Qiicago to we my
alstcr, who vhas dead. Shake vhas left to
run der astore. PccaacM vhaa & leedle nnt,
und Shake plans 3ot he vklll raakaa diver
sion. I bch'ef it vhas a diversion, but my
head ache to hard I vLae not suro."
"Yes it was prohablT & diversion."
'WhelL he goes down cellar, und starts a
leedle lire not mooch, but sh-wt enough
to bring out der ondncs und a crowd, und
smoke up der good. It vhas for a great
fire ale, you know gcocji kLjjbtiy dam
aged feeftcen dollar suita for five 'great
est bonanza for warding peoples e&fci
known in St. Louis."
"But he ris too much Cre. und avhaj
goes der house, der clothing, und der pecs
ness." "But you were tasuredf"
"So help nie gracious, but dr po'Scia
ran ond at neon, und Shake mLtts dot di
version at 5 o'clock in der afternoon .' AH
vnaa gose oop all except a detrrahtatioa
to go to work und build oop aaew. 1 Tha
shust starting fa KnsH rnay again.
ifaybe you Ilia me to sell ycu a "tetter suit
dan you haf on for four doDar ill wool,
well made, indijja dye, trad computed to
stand in any climaieJ" New YcatSan.
Xrter TUj Svtetcs
Anussioa&ry refliasru to oxp5x &v con
verted eutori chjaf oa ti grousZxbat he
bad two wrres- In a ftsc days tSa cinaf
again posed as a -zXiislK-'oT tKJaar p
markxg t3at he hs 2Fpc5d of ssss"wifa
and everything cosa wiestlij" Aisiltriph-
"What-did yotdo.wni isacVKTKZ3ZZKG.: raa
L2HX& xtT&nL 4JTfc"arnrpiJi: -.i txs3&v!3it& rR-raSi
yfT7zrriiUMtxf-fS ,SeaJ2.serhbDffi&TKant i "
EVOLUTION M THE BUILDING OF
HOUSES OF WORSHIP.
The Places TTkcr Our Grandfathers At
tended Service Compared frith, tlio Edi
fices of Today Tnlmasn'a Xerr Taber
aaelo. tCopyrisfct by Amlcan Press JtssocistiasJ
'f.-r s-. ;tiit
rrnsT church, orrtronn, coicrr.
. modem ch-rch cdince is an erolu-
Snnf0 jyovohrtion in
the popular conception of what a church Is.
j The old t: e raettine house, of which n
j admirable tvpe 13 seen in tho First church
of Guilford, Conn., waa & place whore the
nock met weekly to secure spiritual j
trengtheninff. The modem church vdi-1
" f Ia niany mssaaccr cue nuataroi
Ylch diy tecreusing-cte center for
daily, almost hourly, gatherings that hae
for their objec: spiritual oulturs and men
tal, physical and social betterment.
Our fxst-grandfatlisrs and our grand
fathers, when they departsd from tie sec
ond sfATYiec on the Sabbath, did not expect
to enter hc sanctuary a jjain for seven daya.
Our fathers made an advance over this n .d
went to a midweek lecture or prayer
meeting. Now there is hardly an evening
when some members of the church going
family are not present at a gathering iuthe
For a long time there was no decided de
velopment either in church life or archi
tecture. The oblong or bquare structure,
TUK BflOOME STnEBT TABEHKACTC
witli its one esscmbly room, served the
necessary parpjso adequately. Here and
there a church added a nn tiller apartment
for tlio veakljr lcuro or prayer meeting.
Dnt generally speaking tha "plant" con
sisted of one rcim.
With the advent of the Sunday school
came new needs. Neither utilising the
ono room for both services nor tlio holding
of the Sunday school in the baxment mufc
the requirementw. Ttn chnrches bogan to
build ckapuiA, either attached to or de
tached from the main building. In these
the Sunday schools fonnd homes, aa did the
prayci' meetinfi. ana occaiionaUy provision
was mode for the paieor s study.
But it was nat until the n ikzation of the
fact came that tho cnurch in ta be not only
the spiritual nut tno mental, bo-ual uad
physical culture center of innneDee in tlio
commnnity and that too overy day in the i
week that society began to evolve rapidly
toward the form found most acxopiibla to
aASEJGsrr vllx BRocrua eritcrr tadek-
Basinass men questioned tba wixdom ot
pattintf cnorraarw maa in & "slant" that
was only proauctiB one day kx the week.
I Othera said. Why nat bare church par-
j lors where the ebarch faunly czat raest oo- '
: casioncii7 why nak the Jcrx7mefi
travel fror- a dixisct ps-venffl to hi
, work' rThy not fornlah bam a borno ixt
door to tao taurch cr under ffe very roof
Why not attract tho rounz peopls into the
church by Jsaoceu? rRxra-aad w?oleonje I
reading? XTTsj net (sM in cjty churches
1 surrounded by wip utrner teach the
multitude thattwil isnnohltnadl "clean- !
, lineAS next to Godfine ;
In answc to taess qaestjua tbo typical
raodara church ka eavas. Th Is built not
for fthow and erclcarre ce on Bza&cj, but
for every day needs. Is hafcaSractfre read- '
ing rooms, a grninsahtEi cad baths possi
bly, pRrkrta, a kkchea 'wish paatrtwj and
j aU the cuilcary utezrfDK, nasi, crockrsy
and table ware necaszry fe fdaniue4.
tude Uader the eame roof and II not
there then m a parish hoasn adjoialnc i
live tho pastor and his tca-dstanta.
Of course, the great proportion of each
churches is to be tcund ia the larser cities
and Urrrzsi, &nd as yet form a vttry email
fraction ef the cirurcoes of tha country,
but enough exist to nerre aa p4onftcrs aod
n.l7TTV tn the evolution of an Ht8
fitted for the work cf the ideal dvzzzh.
xn raairy raincr jwtr.Se-1& taodrrs. aott
of worakzp nVm from Cao old. Taez tne
down at his pespfe. "Svrx-h&iBsHz ociaa '
a broad platf am, Vat cSgitSy 2exsied
above his hearnra, end XsSkn "siA xhtrau
Then the choir wo S5uS&- joCsA )n e
loft in tba iii2Tbei!3da3cws3fsaon.
?Tow-sfcLgsrx and orscn ar? pZ.cad hnrn
thekndisacek-Srfi3 tbew-eae tad-itsact
cae-axjcKSKi 23m 2pcaa9aantepr
&isS ss L 5&3 M sga k ,-:
I ' 0 -
S ' J-
Y Platarrv. H oN7nif-"
" " " .-4 -w . . r. iJy-Vl. ' i 1 1 1 lrr mi- ' MCjC-
ie."5,ti iawv - wcr v-" r
, fortable ano"to"arrnTgedrtnatT3ia dccUpanl
of the back row has as satisfactory a vis
of the preacher as the ono in front, and tag
paws belong to tha churrh, aefc to the in
dividual. Then there wesio mors cr lsra potenl
feeling that itwassJnfat fospesrd much
money in sdresiBg u placa of worship.
Now tha notka prsvaSs tbst net only it
tho Lord to swfTcssfcsped m "the beauty ol
holiness," but a f&s bolinas3 e fewty.
Thereforo tacca csid more ccstlv becomq
tha tmildiaga. tstt i. end xnorxx and mra
artistic their czLaaaLsaHL iatesaIeppcJsL
This evefertfes: i&cotaTDSar to any paj
ticslar locality. 2acrs.ar8.aafiao and ad
mirably e.-ruippad dscEEcics. in th itcrior
and west todiyri m tea-cast. Ckicoo,
Minnoapolls, Denser, St. Lacis, Ktaaoa
City havo buildincp $hs& cecnoi. surpaavxl
for external Lasmty sxlA adaplstton for
modem churca life. Tha FSrsi Bands!
riKST FIKK VLXS BftnOtfK StTUtXt TABER
Church of Cbieajcu is a fttir example of Ho
vclopment along thhi line in tfe groat wt.
In tha picture and diagram of the low I
floors of tha Brooaje Street tabarajicte.
New York city, aro seen the outlines of a
building admirably adapted for tLo work
of a modem rhuroh aatong the humblar
classes. It w?u built by Uia City Miniou
society a fw : irx&go.ata oaut a 5WU.00O.
It servuM as a Lorris for its paatoc; it has a
large and comfortable auditorium ir
rounded by cIbkh roooiK that can ba thrmm
into tho main Had jac roomt; Itbaaagync
nasium and baths In lti b.-uNuneiit which
are frewir maML and greatly appnckUed Irj
tho toilers; it has a wrll stockad litsrar
and roadlrt? raosaev and ioapectian of Ita)
rnnning seberraio-ihfiwi th.nt at ono titan
each day fouio parfof tfce chnrck la bsht;;
used for some jrxl purpose.
Still another type of mo modern dtnrah
is to be seen in the new Tftbonoclo wkklv
Lstobob:ii!tfartl Rrv. T. DWmTn!
mago, of Brookljrn. 2f. Y., aftw thn d
signcd by J B. Xaoak & Socm. of Jfttw
York city. Ifaro the 4nd ? far largo
seating CHpacitrand theutriizatiottcrrvry
inch of room. Norman in Itatyta f tirchi
toctura, t cost $130,000. planned to JtarnJah
pottta fur nearly 5,000 popl aal rtoniHot;
room for nearly a thousand nora thin
great church will tn many rwpoets bo tha
most rt3nrkaixki In the country.
niiST xxftikt ran sea, cmaico.
Rising sb(m t!M thuiM ca tl body ( Um
floor there wui be twn KJxi- mth kHftt
iii)C capacity of a.trt r 2,000 At ike lf t ef
the autiitorintn oa the groond floor there
will bo a sparimi corrulor and in tba renr
foyers, In whieh tlM people c&m. staol
who are not fortosxfer enaotrh to obtain
heat. On tint rtffhft t&ere will be a per
fectly appointoel Sunday school voom, wp
arated from the toxin Kprt.uMi& hf skl
ing doom, wnksV .wi 1- ihcowa o)ojif
enlartoas the cape? of the atKtltoriMm
l,2)hae. Ths px.c wui h 3Kfet hi
width, elliptical In uar and IS feet oeep.
Att'uU'f'. nt I- m.iprt a epaokwiB seody
' for Dr Takta ha been planned, wWlii
! &L-h hero are leckwaf roocna, tiext room.
j perlora aad aU vfeo mudtwu T.erowwstlim.
I ITi0 istooor at the ehtireti tnauri.
1 Kpryrtjvrnl be like tae trf ineot toodarn
theutren. Tbc Rtopftig floo.-.i, tee wnrnt
Kide of the rertrom. U jxrCHlterty vnm
i ctmcted aad brl21atSy decorated orznn
and the tK hae jupi&wfilgjweittaa
1 rm 'w 'trrv.
ruxv oe tne. tax hjkWs anw -tjtctax a.xJ
f-mrttr S xrwi isliimii Vetw4si Use
sad the talesxacu o tndar
A. CfilfLli.SSwc: Man.
Cirfl ru3)immmm mmiij swSBSMMcpfckB
people, but aa odd rSot m1 Insufly kanSM
qparaocif tusea. Os of fcte sdsta I evr
methroarsinSs. Lfmkk. il k mm M
zaan. taorcWy wtseti fa a4 htatswi,
asd a porfcscm of cwrrfniw, evoa fur a
taatboeiatltaaa. 2A- taany BMOCin k
yrv. called to sat St. Ljcmtim t askt a new
rsrvey of an okl tos, ontotlly rea by
hiiOAeil On Umc ton worry ha msAafrrvm
s ertaia orraw akctbe deep i the p emwl
aod rrrrTvi il p wstika lw sf&e. KTusn
be aou to tW wtb" jrH a cpad amA
rlaaed tie oii Jrtwa errand ts tmm,
and tivas eiea8d ItoS niccAf wtth snwsn
dry leavm, Utp aad a.
2vert h vyik frzf,ts p&csxrt awkoia
fsl nunnxmzesBfei of tU timmm mmjiitk fct
ud acsoert U3cr9it1mhmatemt a eaJ
rKlaclora tudtzmcaimmlmi -r-nffbt. WVa a-t
ear the prodnat his ixm 3gled trp -ft
ior, for tbirrashc5 nrootmtnmd
drwi r-jTvKBttd. tkftemtk. n voMa tsW
bow of hJttarfr- XzjwJ ao t
trzsfiC u tsf tl Attat. mwm f m
ia tn mtttmii u haadhrtk, hmL noVd ct
fe-k uMmbt&frzl fcxe-we4Kp samMmmm
x.itt-TAin. TPss is'Jm-pC.tm9Avmr
kivrvr nf, -nrtsan & -MBm" mtnmt, naosaXrf Ista
-3f -v- a
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