6
IN PEACE. <
1
A Martyr's Tomb In the Catacombt. }
•In peace," one wrote above ihee through
his tears,
While overhead Home thundered death 1
and doom: (
The fading line for eighteen hundred years ]
Hu faced the darkness marshaled round
Uiy tomb.
In i»ace. Through stormy ways thy spirit (
came
Unto the silence of thine haven here; 1
In peace thou sleepest, whom the flood or j
flame ,
Swept home to rest beyond the reach of
fear.
<
In peace. The sudden sound of trumpet >
call,
The swarm of savage hordes by land and '
sea. i
The crash of kingdoms swaying to their .
fall,
The rending earth have all been peace to '
thee.
In peace. Before the patience graven there
Our faithless lips grow dumb, our faint 1
hearts bow. ]
•God give us strength like thine the strife j
to bear,
And peace beyond the strife to flnd as
thou!
—Mabel Earle, In Youth's Companion.
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BORN TO SERVE
By Charles N. Sheldon,
Author of"IN HIS STEPS," "JOHN KING'S
QUESTION CLASS," "EDWARD
BLAKE,' 1 Etc.
(Copj right, 11W0, by Charleti M. Shuldou.)
CHAPTER VIII.—CONTINUED.
There was a little embarrassment at
the first greeting with the Wards, but
it soon passed off and in a few mo
ments the young minister was chat
ting delightfully. His happiness was
on his face and in his manner. He
■had never looked so noble or so hand
come, Barbara's heart said to herself,
almost wondering whether it was all
a dream from which she would soon
be rudely awakened. But it was no
dream like that. Her heart sang as
she began to realize its reality.
"O, by the way," Mr. Ward said sud
denly, turning to his wife, "Martha,
how about that rule that we made
long ago, that the hired girl should re
ceive her company in the kitchen?
Why did I goto all the expense of
furnishing that new kitchen if the girl
fs going to sit here in the parlor?"
Mr. Morton jumped to his feet, and
walked over to Barbara.
"Come, Barbara," he said, with a
touch of humor that equaled the occa
sion. "Come out into the kitchen
where we belong. This is no place for
us."
Barbara rose, blushing and laugh-
Ing.
"Yes, I see. Just an excuse to get
rid of us," Mr. Ward said, as the lovers
walked out.
"We want to live up to the rule of
the house," Mr. Morton retorted.
They went out into the room where
Barbara had spent so many hours of
hard toil and, when they were alone,
the minister said: "Dear, do you
know, this room is a sacred spot to
me? I have thought of you as being
here more than anywhere else."
"If I had known that," Barbara said,
gently, and she no longer avoided the
loving brown eyes that looked down
at her, "it would have lightened a good
many weary hours. I feel ashamed
now To think of the quantities of tears
I have shed in this little room."
"The thought that your life has
out in service here, Barbara, is
a beautiful thought to me. What a
wonderful thing it is to be of use in
the world! I thank God my mother
brought me up to reverence the labor
of the hand in honest toil. There is
nothing more sacred in all of human
life."
Then they talked of their love for
each other, and were really startled
•when the door suddenly opened and
Mr. Ward called out from the entry:
"Gas and coal come high this winter.
You can draw your own inference."
They rose, laughing, and came back
into the parlor, where Mrs. Ward
apologized for Mr. Ward's interrup
tion.
"Don't say a word, Mrs. Ward,"
Morton said, gayly. "I shall soon have
Barbara all to myself."
"How aoon?"
"I don't know quite." Mr. Morton
looked at Barbara.
"There will be mourning in this
'household when she goes," Mrs. Ward
replied. "I never expect to have an
other girl like Barbara."
"I'm sorry for you, but j'ou can't ex
pect me to feel any sorrow for my
«elf."
"Yes, that's it," Mr. Ward putin,
Ironically. "You preachers are al
ways talking about sacrifice, and giv
ing up, and all that. I notice that,
when it comes to a personal applica
tion, you are just as grasping after
tb.e best there is as anybody."
"Of course," said Morton, cheerful
ly, looking at Barbara.
"He Is going to suffer for it,
though," Barbara came to the rescue
of Mr. Ward. "He may lose his church
just as you arc going to lose me."
"I don't think so," Mortan answered,
calmly. "But if I do—" He did not
finish, but his look at Barbara spoke
volumes. It said that he had found
(something which would compensate
for any earthly loss.
When Morton had gone, Barbara
slipped up to her room. Her happi
ness was too great to be talked about.
The thought of what her lover, her
"'lover," she repeated, had said about
•ervice, about the Image of herself
dally in that kitchen, made her trem
ble. She had tried to accustom herself
to the thought of Christ's teaching
about service. Her study of the dif
ferent passages in the Bible referring
to servants had given her new life on
the subject. It had all grown sweeter
and more noble as she went on. And,
now that her life had been caught
up into this other life, a newer and
clearer revelation of labor and miit
istry had come to her. Never had Bar
bara offered a truer prayer of thanks
giving than the -vjn that flowed out
of her heart to God to-night. Never
had the depth and beauty of human |
service meant so much to her as now, 1
when human love, the love sanctioned
by Jesus and made holy by His bene
diction, had begun to translate com
mon things into divine terms.
In her Bible-reading that night she
found a passage in the sixth chapter
of Second Corinthians that pleased
her very much. It did not belong
first of all to the service of a house
servant; yet Barbara felt quite sure,
as she read, that, if Paul had been
questioned about it, he would have
said that the teaching applied just as
well to house-ministration as to min
istration anywhere else. This is the
passage which she read: "Giving no
occasion of stumbling in anything,
that our ministration be not blamed;
but in everything commending our
selves, as ministers of God, in much
patience, in afflictions, in necessities,
in distresses, in strifes, in imprison- I
ments, in tumults, hi labors, in
watchings, in fastings; in pureness,
in knowledge, in long-suffering, in
kindness, in the Holy Ghost, in love
unfeigned, in the word of truth, in
the power of God; by the armor of
righteousness on the right hand and
on the left, by glory and dishonor, by
evil report and good report; as de
ceivers, and yet true; as unknown,
and yet well known; as dying, and
behold we live; as chastened, and not
killed; as sorrowful, yet always re
joicing; as poor, yet making many
rich; as having nothing, and yet pos
sessing all things."
"Have I been a 'minister qf God?'
How often I have complained and
shed tears over little things as I
have tried to minister to the needs
of this house! Surely at its very
worst I have not endured the hard
ships that Paul speaks of.l know
he is speaking of preachers, probably,
of missionaries of the cross. But I
am sure he means that anyone who
'ministers' to the real needs of life
is a 'minister of God.' And, if I have
really been a minister of God, how
little I have realized its meaning!"
"Help me, my Father," Barbara
breathed her prayer, "help me in the
thankfulness for the great joy of my
life to live as a servant of Thine.
Through all these possible hardships
may I learn to keep close to Thee.
Help me to bless other lives and give
them encouragement and a true
thought of iministry. It is all so
wonderful, my Father! Thou hast
led me in ways so unforeseen by my
poor selfishness. It is all too won
derful to me. Oh Thou Great but lov
ing God, I thank Thee. In the name
of Him who has redeemed me.
Amen."
It was the next day that Barbara
had a call from Mrs. Vane.
The old lady had met Mr. Morton;
and, reading his happiness in his
whole person, she asked him bluntly
to tell her all about it.
"My dear," she cried as she kissed
Barbara on both cheeks and shed a
tear out of her sharp eyes, softened
by her love for Barbara, "I congratu
late you both! It is wonderful; but I
I knew all the time that he loved you
- ———— " -
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"GAS AND COAL, °OME HIGH THIS
WINTER."
and would have you and I knew that
you would give yourself to him. It
is all as it should be. The Marble
Square church is a great institution,
but it is not so great as love. I want
you to be married at my house. Mor
ton is one of my boys. I knew him
as a child, and i love him as a son."
"I don't think mother would allow
me togo away from her, even to
you," Barbara answered, smiling and
blushing until she looked like a pic
ture, Mrs. Vane and Mrs. Ward both
thought as they stood looking at her.
"We have arranged to be married at
' mother's."
"That's best; yes, that's best!"
The old lady nodded approvingly.
"No church display, no show, no
. cheap or vulgar flaunting of self on
the occasion of the most sacred ex
i perience in a girl's life. I always said
Ralph Morton deserved the best
i woman on earth for a wife and he's
: getting her. The good God bless you
! both!" And the impulsive old lady
I kissed Barbara again; and, when Bar
> bara went back to her work she re
mained some time with Mrs. Ward,
talking over the great event; for it
• was truly great to Barbara and Mor
• ton and his friends, and indeed to all
" Marble Square parish.
t For, when the news of the minis
f ter's engagement beeame known in
■ Crawford, as it did in a very short
112 time, because he made no secret of it,
r there was consternation in Marble
- Square church and in society gener
f ally.
i "Is it true?" Mrs. Rice solemnly
p asked Mrs. Wilson the first time they
, met after the news became known,
t "is it really true that Mr. Morton is
1 going to marry Mrs. Ward's hired
- girl? It is simply awful. Itcannotbe."
"I'm afraid it is," Mrs. Wilson an
- swered, clasping her hands with a
t tragic gesture as if some terrible ca-
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1901.
lamity had taken place. "I had the
information direct from Mrs. Vane,
who had it direct from Mr. Morton
himself."
"It will break up Marble Square
church, that is all!" Mrs. Rice said,
decidedly. "A thing like that is too
serious a social departure for even
Mr. Morton to make. As much as
people like and admire him, not even
his great talents can excuse such a
great social blunder."
"They say," Mrs. Wilson suggested
in a hesitating manner, "that the girl
is really well educated, and not just
an ordinary hired girl. You know
Mrs. Ward lias told us something
about her going out to service in or
der to help other girls realize its dig
nity and —and so forth."
"It makes no difference!" Mrs. Rice
replied sharply. "She is known as a
hired girl. The idea of being obliged .
to look up to her as our minister's
wife! Will you submit to that?"
"Supposing she prones worthy of
her place?" Mrs. Wilson suggested,
feebly.
"It's out of the question!" Mrs.
Rice answered, positively. "The
whole thing is awfully unfortunate
for Marble Square. If Mr. Morton
had only chosen some girl of good
social rank, Miss Dillingham, for ex
ample. But, as it is, 1 for one—"
Mrs. Rice did not finish what
seemed like a threat, but scores of
other women in Marble Square felt
and spoke just as she did, and the
outlook for a great disturbance in
the parish was very good.
When Sunday came, Barbara pre
pared to attend service. She had not
been for several Sundays, not since
the time of the scene at the Endeav
or society. Mrs. Ward wondered at
her lack of nervousness. There was
a self-possession about Barbara, now
that she had committed her future
to the young minister, that Mrs.
Ward admired. She began to have a
real respect for her in addition to
her affection.
When Barbara went down the aisle
with the family and entered the Ward
pew with the rest, it is safe to say
that every eye in Marble Square
church was directed toward her.
What people saw, very many of them
to their great surprise, was a lovely
face, free from affectation or super
ficial prettiness, without bashful con
sciousness of her prominent position.
Every woman in the house could not
help acknowledging: "She looks like
a lady." Love had done much for Bar
bara. It is a wonderful power to dig
nify and bless.
There were hundreds of people in
Marble Square church that morning
who had just come from the perusal
of one of Crawford's most sensational
Sunday papers, which with a cruelty
that was actually Satanic, and a
coarseness that was actually criminal,
had printed what it called, in startling
headlines: "A Spicy Tale of a Hired
Girl and a Preacher. The Rev. Mr.
Morton, of the Fashionable Marble
Square Church, to Wed a Hired Girl.
Full Particulars of the Engagement.
I With Snap-Shots of the Parties."
There were two columns of descrip
tion that were worthy of authorship
from the lowest pit, accompanied with
I what purported to be reliable pictures
| of the two lovers. And it was from the
I perusal of all this horrible invasion
of every sacred and tender private
feeling that the human heart holds
i dear, that most of the men and worn-
I en had come into church that morning
to add to the sensation by almost as
heartless and cruel a scrutiny of Bar
bara and Mr. Morton.
Barabara did not know all of this;
but, even if she had, her love was so
pure and great that it is doubtful
whether anything could have obscured
her perfect happiness. When her
lover rose up to preach, she never felt
more pride in him, or more confidence
in his powers.
He fully justified all her expecta
tions. Unlike Barbara, he knew quite
fully all the venom and vileness of the
paper in question. On his way to
church, grinning newsboys had flaunt
ed the pages in his face and shouted
their contents in his ears. From all
that, he had gone into his room, and
after the sustaining prayer that had
refreshed and quieted his soul he had
Pfone out to face the people. But he
had first faced God. He was not in the
least afraid of the people after that.
It is doubtful whether Marble
Square church had ever heard such
preaching before. It is doubtful
whether Morton had ever before had
such a vision or delivered such a mes
sage. The spell of his power was on
all the great congregation. Hearts
that had come to criticise, to sneer, to
ridicule, were touched by his words.
Members of his parish who after read
ing the paper had fully made up their
minds to sever all connection with the
church changed their minds during
the wonderfully sweet and helpful
praj'er that followed the sermon.
Ah, Barbara and Ralph! The Spirit
of God is greater than all the evil of
men. If victory comes out of all this
suffering for you, it will be due to
God's power over the selfish, thought
less, cruel children of men.
When the service was over, BaTbara
quietly went out with Mrs. Ward. In
the vestibule they were met by Mrs.
Dillingham, who had come out of the
other door from a side aisle.
With scores of people noting what
was said and done the majestic old
lady greeted Barbara with a courteous
and even kindly greeting that was un
mistakable and created a genuine sen
sation, for no family in all Marble
Square church had higher connections
than the Dillinghams.
"My dear Miss Clark," Mrs. Dilling
ham had said, "your mother was kind
enough to return my call. You have
not been so good. Will you come and
see me soon?"
"Indeed I will, Mrs. Dillingham, if
you have forgiven my neglect of your
invitation so far."
"I'll forgive anything in a Dilling
, ham. You don't forget you're one of
• »us, as I have said before."
She swept out of the vestibule
grandly, holding her head a little high
er than usual, and Barbara blessed the
nobility in her that was unspoiled by
all her riches and social rank. Prob
ably nothing that occurred that morn
ing made a deeper impression social
ly. The old lady had not said a word
about the engagement. She had too
much delicacy and good taste. But it j
was just as plain as if she had wel
comed Barbara as her minister's wife
that she accepted the situation with
out a thoijght of remonstrance and
was prepared to act loyally towards
Mr. Morton, respecting his choice and
even ready to defend it before any and
all of her influential acquaintances.
Miss Dillingham was at the other '
end of the vestibule while her mother j
was talking to Barbara. She did not j
approach Barbara, and, so far as could I
•be seen, did not even look at her dur
ing the service. Her proud, handsome
face was directed, however, with a
fixed and painful gaze upon the
preacher through all the service. If
at the close Alice Dillingham calmly
shut the door of her own heart over
its dream of romance in which the tal
ented preacher of Marble Square
had begun to be adored, it may be that
Barbara fully understood it; and in
avoidance of her by the one who had
lost what Barbara had gained, Bar
bara saw no cause for personal ill will.
When the heart aches, there are times
when it must ache alone, and riches
and beauty are no security and no
con.fort.
The weeks that followed this event
ful Sunday were crowded with inci
dents and meaning for Barbara. She
remained nearly a month with Mrs.
Ward, until help had been secured,
and then with mutual sorrow the
women parted, Barbara going home to
make preparation, with her mother's
help, for her marriage.
"If you aren't suited with the situa
tion you've found, you can come back
to us any time," Sir. Ward said, as his
wife kissed Barbara and made no at
tempt to hide lier sorrow plainly
shown by the tears on her face.
"Thank you," responded Barbara,
laughing through her tears, for it
was a real grief for her togo; "I am
afraid I shall never come back. But,
if you will come and see us, I will
promise to bake some of your favor
ite dishes for you."
She waved her hand to them as
they both came to the door and bade
her an affectionate farewell and
soon turned the corner, with a grave
consciousness that one very impor
tant chapter in her life had come to a
close and a new one had begun.
[To Be Continued.l
A STORY OF DOG LOGIC.
Small "Ynller" Canine Fixurra Oat
a Scheme for Overcoming
a Kuttlexnake.
In August, 1844, 1 was a boy of 15,
working with my father on the farm
in northern Illinois, says a writer in
the Los Angeles Times. One afternoon
he had justelimbed on a load of straw
he had been pitching up to me, when
I heard a rattlesnake on the ground
near by. After looking about a few
minutes, we discerned him in the stub
ble, about 20 feet away, just coiling,
ready for defense or attack. In those
early days it was considered almost
a religious duty to dispatch every ven
omous creature of that kind, so plenti
ful were they on the prairies. 1 was
about to get down from the load for
that purpose, when 1 thought of the
little dog Penny. He was a slender
little fellow of the proverbial "yaller
dog" species, but had a great reputa
tion as a snake killer. So I whistled
for Penny, who came running, in
cheerful response, from the house.
Being directed and hissed on, he soon
discovered the snake, still darting out
his tongue and giving forth warning
with his tail. We had « fine view from
th.e load.
Penny approached cautiously, first
on this side, then on that, till he had
gone round the snake several times,
always finding him ready for a fatal
blow in any direction. Suddenly he
stopped still, and turned his head to
one side in serious contemplation. I
think if he had a finger he would
have scratched his head just back of
his right ear in search of an idea.
After a few moments' reflection, his
plan seeimed formed. He steppedback
a step or two, made a bound forward,
towards the snake, and snapped at it
with liis teeth, coming very close to
it but not touching it; then bounded
back as quick as a flash. The snake
struck out his full length, and very
fiercely, but he was not quick enough.
Penny had dodged himn. The snake,
of course, was now straightened out;
and the dog, springing so quick you
could hard'.y see him, caught it in the
midde of the body, and, giving it one
quick, violent shake, dropped it on the
ground, completely stunned, so that
it was only a moment's work to seize
it again and shake It into many pieces.
Kve'n Apple.
A fruit supposed to bear the mark
of Eve's teeth is •one of the many bot
anical curiosities of Ceylon. The tree
on which it grows is known by the
significant name of"the forbidden
fruit," or "Eve's apple-tree." The blos
som has a very pleasant scent, but the
really remarkable feature of the tree,
the one to which it •owes its name, is
the fruit. It is beautiful and hangs
from the tree in a peculiar manner.
Orange on the outside and deep crim
son within, each fruit has the appear
ance of having had a piece bitten out
of it. This fact, together with its
poisonous quality, led the Moham
medanstorepresentitsks the forbidden
fruit of the Garden of Eden, and to
warn men against its noxious proper
ties. The mark upon the fruit is at
tributed to Eve. Why the bite of
Adam did not also leave its mark is
not known, but as only one piece
seems to be missing, its loss is ascribed
I to the wornaa- —YoaTh's Companion.
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'This is Thanksgiving Day,
Otherwise plain 44 Thanksgiving," s~ v -- )
The '"day when it behooves us to be grateful,
Anyway,
Whether because we're living, s
Or that we have a plateful,
Together with a cup that's r &verflowing >3
And lots of stuff in our-.respective . banks. ll bSi
We should.'give thanks, - "" ~ r/ ?
Our bosoms should be glowing _
With pious feelings of deep obligation,
As per proclamation.
Our lot should satisfy us this one day, dog gone it !
Though someone may have got
A mortgage on it. ,
We should feel / '• cry'
That there are other days/ wlien ••'w**
And kick
Because our bread may not be thick •
Or as thickly «-> "*v s>
As we could wish. We know ClZ_> '"*•
Also
That things may not come our way quite as quickly £*7
As we would like to see them hike 1 .Jf
To us adown fair Fortune's flowery pike. j /-
But therefore should we rend our garb and curse y
Our luck
And pluck
The care' blanched hirsute substance from our head
With forceful yanks t
Rather, this day give thanks I
That everything is not a darned sight worse. «-
Tomorrow v
We may give free expression to our sgrtyjw
And our just indignation p.- —7 {/' 'ft)
Concerning all our grievance's, to wit «/\ ( /C.~X
Taxation, WM I
Duns, bores, the weather/^.j) 0 \/ |'jr A— \
Together
With the undreamed df ( flummox in the pit 'f[ I
When wheat dropped six before we took a tumblej,
We may grumble /JJ (/miMitl|lK\
Consistently for four and' eighteen score k //■ AV ■ *%\
Days in the year to come, > )/f '' V v/ '\ V
But this one day, at,least, \f M -
w- a-ra^<.iMß
Things to be thankful for 1 lUllllr
And feast »\Uh) ■ V "
On every season hallowed comestible - //'J-", Jk •
With added' gratitude X\- '• '•
If what we've chewed 1*" ."V - 1
Don't turn out seriously indigestible.'V,;« .
Bfc glad
Your business, after all, is not .
Let Providence be praised
Though the small salary
Has not been raised. y.
Don't grieve '
But let your bosom throb \
With thankfulness that you
Give thanks for wife and children dear, •
You have no wife • ! "J
Maintain your super-labia! stnjOTre^tjff^^^^^''
There are advantages in single;ftll |\\lh / T % '\.
If you have w»l.h . .» • - XV. 'SM| Wf>\
This is the time to show appreciation* *•,
Of the glad fact ;
As if you really felt some slight elofjbn
Not to declare vou'd give it all • vlwjz'J-
For youth and health *
And appetite to relish pork and
And likewise, if your means _• . > '4j>'
Are small .
You can console yourself with the reflgyjjo?^|fr K^
That there is 'not, • "• — —
As far as anybody can_ descry^w^^'""*^'' ""j:"" 1.
Of stuck-up, purse-proud, aristocracy
About you, and your res&f '''
Is not disturbed by anxiousschemmg
Method of dodging you ktuj>w/^
That you have got to pay, and let 1 ' it
At that and bse yourself in happ^'
And sot ~xTV-, i
To .fern ;?$ ■
That we arc duly
Heap high—the festive board/with all;'the fixinqa i
And mixings, i
The turkey and the
Cranberry sauce, / ,
The oyster soup and
Then gather round the fai*;Uy H' .V r ' ——-«>,
Leaving some members out N
For pleasant conversational—dissection-' •. : • '/fy
They'll talk of you,
Eat and be merry.Jsee the football dame, Tn
Conclude that - J
Fortune has not confined herself toA/spanks
And--though it may have the (appear anceof repetition, yet it«
Can't be impressed on you too often—give thanks. ,-Vv *^'
KEMHETT F. HA'R'RIS. .
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