Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 105, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 May 1913 — Page 3

A MIRACLE PLAY

a HE Widow Darter’s house was set on a hill. It was a story-and-a-half cottage, of stucco, to which sun and wind and frost had offered their kind offices, mellowing pleasantly its original glare of white. In summer a trumpet-vine draped the ugly little piazza which Emmy’s ■“art-needle work” had helped to ■ build, and which she gud her : mother admired with simple hearts. The big burr oak and the maples hid the house from the road, but the grassy knoll in front of the house was bare, and from this van-tage-ground one could see the shallow curve of whitish-brown where the village street climbed the hill, the chimneys of the houses below, and afar off, the trains roaring through the prairies. All the village was interested in the railway, but Emmy had an especial and intimate interest because her sweetheart was the local agent He had been her sweetheart during five years, in any one of which he would have been proud and glad to marry her; yet this was the fifth year of their betrothal, and Emmy was drearily reflecting that they were no nearer the chance to spend their lives together the fifth than the first. Emmy was hanging out clothes. It was four o’clock in the afternoon, but she had just brought out the large basket and was pinning the garments to the line, while Virginia, her sister, a little girl in short skirts and a blue checked apron, helped with the less cumbrous stockings and handkerchiefs. .The child was pretty. She hats a fresh color and curly yellow hair. Emmy’s hair was black, and twisted in a braid about a shapely head.

The widow Darter sat on the piazza in a large rocking-chair. She rocked. As she rocked, she moaned piteously. At intervals she changed the sibilant 'moan into a hollow groaning sound. “Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!” wailed the widow. “Um-m! arn-m! um-m-m-m! ” The little girl flung a frown of impatience over her shoulder. "I don't see why mamma, makes such an awful racket!" she snapped. “She suffers,” said Emmy. “Well, she needn’t holler so if she ■does," cried Virginia, rebelliously. "I know she wouldn’t let me holler when I stubbed my toe. It hurt awful, too!” Emmy said nothing. “Say, are you going to the picnic with Bert tomorrow afternoon?” said the child. “No, Jinny, : I don’t see how I can. Mother’s so sick." i “Well, I told Bert I was willing to take care of mamma; and he said he’d buy me a new doll if I would. I guess :he wants you to go awful.” “Oh-h dear! Oh-h dear!" droned the sufferer on the piazza. "Well, I can’t,", said Emmy. "I wish you’d run and ask mother if she wants anything.” “I s’pose she wants you to read to her; slm says I don’t read with expression,” said the little girl. “But we’re all read out; you put off the washing to read the end of ‘A Romance of Two Worlds,' and we’ve got to wait until No. 9 comes in! Albert said he’d sent for a whooping big pile of books from Davenport; you can get ■’em at the dry-goods stores for five cents a book. And Mrs: Conner’ll bring them up, won’t she, when she cornea? She’s got to go for her board--er." Emmy nodded. Mrs. Darter .groaned more softly, a sign that she was distracted by something from her own griefs of mind or body. Jinny chattered on. “Miss Ann Bigelow told -me Mrs. Conner’s going to have a girl from the University of Chicago for a boarder this time, but she’s only coming for a week. Sibyl Edmunds knows her well. And, Emmy, she takes pictures, and she’s going to bring her ■camera.”

“Emmy! Emmy! there comes Mrs. -Conner!” screamed her mother. Her words were accompanied by the -vision of a white horse and an ancient phaeton (Which had been newly washed for the occasion) just beyond the lilac-bushes at the gate. Mrs. Conner’s comely presence Ailed the better part of the seat hut the eyes of all the Darters traveled at once to the slim girl In gray covert-cloth who sat beside her. The girl looked like hundreds of rather pretty American girls, with gray eyes and brown hair and dimples in their cheeks. Mrs. Conner had stopped the horse. She responied to Emmy’s greeting by presenting her to the girl In gray. "‘Miss Doris Keith; she’s going to the Chicago University. She knows Sibyl.” Then she fished out a package from the luggage heaped at their feet “Here's the books. That your ma on the piazza?” As if in response, a few hollow moans floated from the rocking-chair. “She seems in great pain,” said Miss Keith, sympathetically. Emmy’s fair akin reddened painfully. “No, she—she isn’t well,” she ■etammered. • Mrs. Conner coughed a dry, inexpressive cough. “I do wlkh you would step ta and

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see mother for a minute,” Emmy begged, as much with her eyes as with her voice. "I can hitch the horse if Miss Keith minds —’’ But Miss Keith did not mind; she was quite willing to hold the horse. And the horse, sagging his elderly head, appeared of no mind to move, whether “held” or no. ——-- —- “Well?” Said Mrs. Conner, when they were out of earshot. “Mother thinks she is threatened with pleurisy, and she is trying the starvation cure,” answered Emmy. “She hasn’t eaten a bite since yesterday. I’m ashamed to be so late about my washing, but I’ve been cooking things all day, trying to tempt her —” >“Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!” moaned the figure on the piazza. Mrs. Conner put her arms akimbo. She looked steadfastly at the swaying and moaning shape. Mrs. Conner was a woman who had been known to fry fresh griddle-cakes for tramps. She drew in her breath and exhaled it explosively, as one that has been shocked out of speech. “Won’t she drink a little beef tea?" “Oh-h! Oh-h! U-r-r-r! Ug-b-h-h!" shuddered the invalid. “Didn’t you know she thinks meat wicked? And milk’s robbing the cow, and eggs robbing the hen, who wants to have a family as much as we do,” said Emily, rather Incorrectly. “More’n some of us do, I guess,” retorted Mrs. Conner, “and more’n folks ought to if they ain’t prepared to do their duty by them when they’ve got ’em.” She launched a fiery glance at Mrs. Darter, who was now groaning vehemently. “Got it all turned on this afternoon, ain’t she?” “Dr. Abbie Cruller told her that it wasn’t natural to suppress ourselves. If you feel like groaning you ought to groan—”

“And she eats sech queer stuff she’s hungry most of the time," Mrs. Conner interrupted, “so I expect she groans a lot Bay. Emmy, have you ever had anybody come in and give your ma a good hard —blowing up?” The blood rushed to Emmy’s face; her eyes sank. She answered, in A confused tone: “Aunt Lida Glenn was over yesterday. I don't know what she said to mother, but mother —mother told me the one thing she wanted on earth was to have me —send Albert away and have everything ended between us, for she never wsb so insulted in her life as she had been by Albert's mother.” “Albert’s mother ain’t Albert; though I don’t blame her, Emmy, and Mrs. Glenn is a awful nice woman. But it ain’t fair to hold Albert for her opinions, right or wrong. As I said, she ain't Albert, nor Albert ain’t her,” "So I told mother," said Emmy. "I did hate to be disrespectful to her, but I told her so; and she answered that Mrs. Glenn said Albert thought so too. Then when I tried to question her she vfes in so much pain and groaned so I hadn’t the heart to bothef. She let me put hot cloths on her, and give her a Turkish bath over the alcohol-lamp; and I hoped she’d let me make her some water gruel, but she wouldn’t touch a spoonful. Mrs. Conner, you don’t suppose she —she will keep It up much longer?” Emmy’s eyes dilated with an unspoken fear as she lifted them to the kind woman before her. "She said she felt herself growing weaker this morning. I —l told her I wouldn’t go to the picnic with Bert, if she would only eat something. But she said that she couldn’t eat anything. One time —one time she went three dayß. I didn’t let the neighbors know; but I was ’most crazy, and poor little Jinny cried. She isn’t one to cry, either.” Mrs. Conner backed off the piazza —she said she guessed she must go—and left Mrs. Darter moaning and rocking.

“And to tell you the truth, Miss Keith,” —thus she ended a breathless narration to her new boarder—"l went quick, for I knew I couldn’t hold In one mlnnit longer! And how'd it help poor Emmy to have her mother quarrel with Lida Qlenn and me the same day? There’s Susy Baker making eyes at Albert Olenn, this mlnnit; and if she ain’t carrying Mrs. Olenn some of her ma's blueberry cake! Right by the Darters, too; and Emmy seeing her!" “What is the matter with Mrs. Darter?" “Well, old Dr. Potter says she’s ‘neurotic,’ if you know what that is. I call it Jest notions. What the dootors in my time called a hypo, that’s what she is! She’s always been the greatest hand to dose. Mr. Conner will have it she kep’ old Captain Darter poor buying patent medicines. And she run after every new cure-all going. It was electricity one year, and 'nother year it was blue glass, and one time I remember she had a woman come of the sort that used to call themselves bone-doctors when I was a girl and this country wasn't much settled, but now they’re osteologists, or some aech funny name, and give out they can rub everything on earth out of you. Mrs. Darter had her for a long spell, till she got pneumonia, and nigh died, and sickened of the osteologist; and I give her mustard

plasters, good strong ones, myself. All this time Emmy was engaged to Albert Glenn; but the old captain was real feeble, and Emmy wouldn’t leave him to git married. I will say Mrs. Darter was real devoted to him, though Emmy done all the night work and spared her all she could, give up her school, and spent every cent ot the money Bhe’d laid by school-teach-ing and working art embroidery for her clothes, when she’d be marriedspent every cent on her pa. Got him a wheel chair, and if ever a man set the world by bis daughter the captaid done it He liked Albert, too. I guess if captain had lived, sick’s he was, he’d have found a way so’s Emmy and .Albert could git married. But he died. Then you’d ’a’ s’posed they could marry, for his life was well insured, and they got enough for the widder to be comfortable and keep a girl. But the mlnnit he died poor Mrs. Darter got nervous prostration, and she was a nervous prostrate for a year, and they had to spend money traveling, and of course Emmy couldn’t git married. Mrs. Darter went to Hot Springs, Arkansas, and she went to a sanitarium, and last she come home saying she was cured. But on the cars she made the acquaintance of a woman—well, I don’t want to jedge—jedge not, and you won’t git jedged, you know —and I know ’tis hard for a woman to make a living, but I guess that woman was a crank, and a designing one at that But she went to Mrs. Darter’s to board, and she never _ paid no board, but she preached to Mrs. Darter ’bout how all the diseases that we have come from eating wrong things; and she said we’d got to live ’cording to nature more; and eating meat made folks fierce like the carnivorous beasts, and things seasoned with salt was bad for you, and jest plain farnlshous foods without salt —like we was chickens! —wag best for us. I don’t see how Mrs. Darter, who used to cook real well and liked to have the sewing society to tea, could stand sech sick stuff, but she did; and what’s wuss, even after the fool critter ran away and married a magnetic healer who, they do say, has another wife, even to this day Abiel Darter believes in her and goes by what she, says. And she ain’t et any fit food for so long that if she ever does git coaxed to take a wholesome bite of beef or pie her stummick is so weak of course she cayn’t stand it Strong folks can eat strong vltuals, and weak folks cayn’t Mrs. Glenn coaxed her in to a boiled dinner.one day, and poor Mrs. Darter nearly died of It Now you cayn’t git her to budge from her grass and potato diet, as Conner eails it. And as for poor Emmy, when she can git married Lord only knows!” Miss Keith had not Interrupted the story by as much as a hum of assent. She looked up with a queer smile. “Has Mrs. Darter ever tried Christian Science?”

"No, she ain’t," snorted Mrs. Conner; “we’ve been spared that. The Bigelow girls—they’re two single ladies, real nice girls, too, who live In that big brown house with a cupola and a hip-roof there, ’bout two doors up—they tried to get her into that way of thinking; they’re at everybody. And they used to go over and set with her and give her ’silent treatment,' they called it, and try to think the dyspepsia out of her; but one of ’em got a fish-bone in her throat and they had to come to me to pull it out with a pair of tweezers. That sorter dampened ’em for a while and Mrs. Darter says, ’Why didn’t you think it out?' And then Ann —she’s the oldest—says they , wasn't far enough advanced yet Mrs. Darter told ’em then they wasn't far enough advanced to doctor her. And I guess they ain’t been there sense.” "All the same,” Insisted Miss Keith, smiling, “I think Mrs. Darter needs mental healing or. Christian Science, I don’t care which.”

Emmy putter mother to bed. She gave her the soothing drops which the vanished but still reverenced healer had left—drops which she was almost certain owed their' potency to some alias of opium. In the morning Mrs. Darter came out of her drugged sleep with a deadly nausea that swathed her muscles and laid her rigid in Its limp, devil-fish clutch. The roof of her month was like leather; her head seemed to be pounded with hammers; she was burning with fever, and malign twltchingß and ltchlngs tormented her to rub her nose incessantly, when the least motion was fearsome to her. She had much more cause than ordinary to moan, and moan she did at every breath. Jinny had rushed away to a small chum the moment the dishes for her own breakfast had been washed; but Emmy couldn’t run. She drank a cup of coffee; she had no heart to eat Jinny, however, had eaten the dainty little meal that Emmy had prepared—a forlorn hope to tempt the Invalid. “Oh, my nose! my nose!" walled Mrs. Darter. “Emmy, you’ve got to leave off staring out of that window at the Glenns’, and come and soratch my nose! Ah-uh! Ah-u-h!" Emmy silently sat down by the bedside. If Albert passed the yard on his wheel, as he did every morning at half-past seven, he would not find her. Emmy had used no one knows how many devices tb always be In the yard when Albert passed, or at least, in sight by a window. Bert used to say that glimpse of Emmy "was a, bracer for the whole day." Thursday night was his night to visit her, but last night he hadn’t come. "Emmy, you ain't any account at all as a scratched" fretted her mother. “Ton scratch where It ain’t itching, and you don’t scratch where It Itches, and you’re so mincing! Rub It hard! Oh-h! why must I sulfur so? It's hard enough to have a ungrateful child without having your nose itch I"

*V- _ • y • ■ i ... Emmy adventured a sentence long lurking hn her mind, bat which she never had the courage to push out into the air: “Mother, I think, I’m sure it la the soothing drops which make your nose itch so. 'There’s opium—” = “There isn’t a grain of opium in them,” sobbed: “Ybu know I always hated opium or morphine or anything of the sort;, and doctor told me she wouldn’t give the wicked drug. That’s what Lida Glenn much as told me; much as told me, too, that I was putting on and wasn’t real sick; and I told her — oh-h-h!—l told her —if she considered me —that sort of woman she must feel awful bad to—oh-h-h! —to have her only child marry my daughter; and —l —thought —Oh-h! wuh-h-! how awful sick I am!” “You told Mrs. Glenn?” prompted Emmy, .a flame in either cheek. “I told her that —sss! sss! —I thought the sooner that engagement was broke the better it would be for —u-r-r-r!—all concerned —e-hee! ee-e! ee-e-e-e! Oh my head! my head! Oh, I got to scratch my nose again. You ain’t rubbing the right place!” “And what did Mrs. Glenn say?” asked Emmy. A ripple ran over her face, and she swallowed before she spoke. “She said you wouldn’t give Albert up, real spiteful. Ah-rr-r! Oh, I am so sick! I said you would rather than have your mother so insulted —and if you don’t I guess I’ll give up trying to live. She was so topping. Much as telling me it would be better for my own child if I died. Oh dear; oh dear! oh dear! And Albert looked as cross last night—”

"Did Albert come last night?” “Yes, he did. You needn’t jump out of the chair! I told him ybu wasn’t home, and. you had gone out to the Collins spring. He said when would you be home, and I said I didn’t know. And he went off mad. Oh-h! oh-h-h! Jinny says Carrie March says she saw him down-town riding on his bicycle with Susan Baker. O-h-h-h-h! “I guess I’ll go make, you some coffee, mother," said Emmy; "you need it" The girl’s self-control was like tinder to the woman’s fire. Mrs. Dkritip;, flared out: “You needn’t make angj coffee. I won’t drink it What’s m^re,* I won’t eat one bite until you prqjniiee me to break with Bert Glenn —not if, I starve to death! If you’re willing to let those Glenns insult me and triumph over me, I ain't willing to live to see It” Her feeble accents shrilled to a scream, as she flung out her arms with a reminiscence of the behavior of her favorite heroines in npvels. “Go, Emmeline Darter, marry him if you dare; but you will pass to the altar over your only mother’s grave!” She had a confused sense that her syntax had played her false and that she had not gotten the words precisely right; but she covered any embarrassment by sinking back and moaning. Emmy looked at her with a mounting terror in her heart. She told herself that it was impossible that her mother could carry out such a hideous threat; but she knew that mucilaginous obstinacy which had not a place firm enough for a reason to get a hold. "And. she won’t want to eat, either,” mused Emmy, wretchedly, “for that nasty medicine has made her awful sick. She’s got a fever now; that will burn away her strength. And if it comes to a choice between letting ‘my mother starve and giving up Bert, I shall have to give him up!” Emmy sprang out of her chair. The thought was like a lash on a raw wound.

She ran tp the window; It seemed to her that she couldn’t breathe; and her mother’s whimpering irritated her past patience. She knew If she spoke that she would let the bars down for her anger, and If she were angry her mother would be upset physically, and grow so much worse that she would feel like a murderer. She felt the goading of that furious petulance which torments a woman often into sacrificing herself- out of very anger. It was on her tongue to say, "I’d rather die myself than give up Bert, and you know it; and I’ll never forgive you as long as I'live, but rather than see you die before my eyes I will give him up.”

Yet at this very instant of despair a minister of grace was lifting the latch of the Darter gate, and Emmy was unconsciously eying her. The minister of grace was short of stature and very plump. She had a round, fair, freckled face, which looked the rounder for its glittering spectacles. Her hair was a yellowish gray, but she covered It with a small white sailor hat Bhd wore a neat brown and white calico frock. To escape the dew she held her skirts high; one could see that her preference was for black alpaca slippers and white cotton stockings. The minister’s name was Miss Ann Bigelow. "I really had to come!" she exclaimed so soon as she could take breath. "Have you heard about Mrs. Conner spraining her ankle?” “Emmy, open the door!” moaned Mrs. Darter from within her bed-room adjoining the parlor. Emmy opened the door, while she said: “I’m so sorry. When? How is she?” “Oh, she’s all right now!" said Miss BlgOlow. “It’s wonderful —a real miracle, I told sister. That’s what I came to tell you. She sent over for ua, and there she lay, flat on the kitchen floor. I began to treat her in my mind the minute I saw her, for I saw she was in error. AU her word was: ’Send for a doctor; it’s sprained. If it ain’t broke!’ I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to encourage her in error, and yet you know we are not advanced so far as sprains and broken bones, and It Is usual to summon a doctor; and I don’t feel I’m advanced enough myself to undertake serious

cases; Tm too weak and- timid, and I haven’t the spiritual vision. Emmy, does your mother! always groan that loud way? Is she in pain? I mean, does she think she is in pain?” ; “Yek’m,” said Emmy; "but please go on; mother is listening.” **Well. I stoodthere dazed, you may say; and just then in came Miss Keith. She’s a little slim thing, but such eyes! They seem to look you through and through! I’d have known she was a healer even if Mrs. Conner hadh’t told me the night before when she was over to our house. She stood there, just simply looking at Mrs. Conner, not saying a word for a minnit. Then she says in the kindest voice—l can’t tell you how soft and kind her voice was! —she says, ‘Have you the impression of great pain, Mrs. Conner?* And Mrs. Conner —you know how—well abruptly—she speaks, she said: ‘lmpression of pain? I only wish you had something jabbing you like a hot iron, I guess you’d be impressed. Ain’t anybody going to take off my stocking? It’s swelling every minnit!’ Miss Keith only looked at her, and lifted her hand for me and the girl to keep still. I expect she was giving her silent treatment, for in’a moment or two she said: ‘Well?’ in such an inspiring, cheerful tone; and Mrs. Conner said, ‘Why, It’s better!’ surprised as could be; and I had to clap my hands for joy. But Miss Keith told us both to go out for a while and so* we did. We waited half an hour by the clock, and that girl was the most restless being you ever saw. I had all T could to keep her quiet. Then the door opened—” Miss Bigelow made a wave of her plump hands, indicating the opening of a door, and paused with, hands and voice. Mrs. Darter had ceased to groan.

“What happened?” said Emmy. Miss Bigelow’s hands met in a clap. "Mrs. Conner came walking out with Miss Keith, that’s what happened!” she said, in a low, solemn voice. “On her sprained ankle?” cried Mrs. Darter. “On her sprained ankle, her that couldn’t move it without nearly fainting for the pain. She said it hardly pained her at all; and she’s going itlght on with her preserving this minute. I said to sister it was simply airac’lus. I can’t find a better word." “Maybe her ankle was not sprained so -badly as she thought,” Emmy suggested. “Her face was white as a sheet," said Miss Bigelow; “‘and we all know Mrs. Conner isn’t one to cry before she’s hurt, or make Jt-lnsat and we all know her prejudices about mental healing. She says she don’t believe a bit more in it than she did, ‘but,’ says she, ‘that girl’p a wonder! I wish,’ says she, ‘Mrs. Darter could have her.’ I never lisped, but I made up my mind to go and tell you right straight.” “She couldn’t do mother any good," said Emmy, wearily. At which Mrs. Darter spoke for herself in a good, round voice of contradiction. “Why couldn’t she? How does she charge, Miss Ann?” “Not one cent!” replied Ann, with a thrill of triumph; “if she’ll come, she’ll come free; but I don’t know whether she will come.” “Emmy, you go and ask Mrs. Conner to ask her tp come; ask Mrs. Conner to come too,” said Mrs. Darter, resuming her feeble voice. "I want to see if that ankle is cured. You’ll stay with me, Miss Ann?”

So, almost too quickly for her to realize the position, Emmy found herself on her way to the Conners’. A fragrant odor wafted Mrs. Conner's occupation through the open kitchen door before Emmy crossed the threshold to behold her skimming a great kettle of plum jam. "Landy, land! it’s Emmy Darter already!" she cried, with a jolly laugh. "I thought I could git that plum jam ready to take off before you’d come. I knew It wouldn’t be long when I saw Miss Ann Bigelow trotting across lots. Tour ma’s sent for Miss Keith, I guess. Well, it’s lucky Conner has the hosses hitched In the wagon, and he can take us right over. 11l call Hedwig to take off the jam, and Miss Keith—" “But, Mrs. Conner, please tell me about yourself," urged Emmy. "Bid she cure you?” , - Mrs. Conner’s left eyelid twitched in company with the left corner of her shapely mouth. "You ask me no questions, Emmy, and I'll tell you no lies; but you can make up your mind Miss Keith can cure your ma—if she’s let!” Emmy's bewilderment deepened, but she said, "Tes’m," in her docile way, and followed Mrs. Conner and Miss Keith down the walk, leaving Mr. Conner to chuckle over some unknown mirth of his own, in the wagon. Mrs. Darter, so Miss Bigelow told them, had been doting all the while Emmy was gone. Her greeting to Miss Keith was a feeble moan. But on Miss Keith’s part there was an amazing transformation. She bent her brows above eyes which shone out of them in a level, Intent gaze, Emmy recalled Miss Ann’s description, and understood it with a thrill. For a few seconds Miss Keith stood motionless, shedding that steady, unblinking gaze at the drawn face on the pillow. Mrs. Darter appeared to feel it through her eyelids; she winced, she cessed whimpering. Miss Keith smiled gently. She spoke, and her voice was like silk. “You have suffered very much!" Mrs. Darter opened her eyes; she gazed up at the eyes above her; her chin quivered and two tears slowly ran' down her cheeks—the first tears seen on her cheeks during all her lamentations. “Oh, I have," she murmured, “and nobody believes it —not my oldest friend, not my own children!" v "I believe It," said the girl; "yet It Is all a mistake.” Without turning

f - . : f-s her eyes, she made a little motion with her hands toward the door, and instantly Miss Ann marshaled the others out of the room. Mrs. Conner shut the door. In spite of herself, Emmy began to feel her nerves twitch with the excite* ment and mystery. “Oh, Mrs. Conner, ” she entreated that stanch friend, “is It possible she can cure mother?” v “Jest you keep quiet," said Mrs. Conner, “and set still. I’m going out to the kitchen to heat this beef tea." For tbe first time, Emmy observed that Mrs. Conner carried a glass jar, insufficiently wrapped in newspaper. Directly she was heard clattering among the saucepans. Miss Ann stiffened into a rigid attitude, and her face assumed a rapt expression. Emmy locked her fingers and sat stin. At this moment she was startled by a soft noise outside, and a young fellow pushed a handsome, flashed face into, the triangle between the window curtains and beckoned with a look of entreaty. Emmy’s heart jumped Into her throat It was Albert She didn’t care whether he rode with Susan Baker or not; it was Albert who loved her; she knew it If she could only go out to him! But Miss Ann shook her head and laid a mystic finger on her lips. Emmy, too, laid a finger on her lips; bat her finger trembled and her eyes swam in tears. Albert stood passive and bewildered. Tbe moments dragged on. He gasped with relief when the door opened and Miss Keith came out smiling and calling: “Mrs. Conner! Mrs. Conner! hurry up that beef tea, and make some strong coffee as soon as you can!". Then he did venture to come Into the room, essaying a general bow and smile. “I hope Aunty Darter Is better!" he stammered. Tae children of the old friends bad always given them a brevet relationship. Mrs. Darter wan “Aunty Darter" to Albert and Mrs. Glenn "Aunty Lida" to tbe Darter girls. "Mrs. Darter will be well to-mor-row,” said Miss Keith, quietly; "she is going to take some coffee— ■" "And some tout and plum jam," Interrupted Mrs. Darter herself. ‘1 know Mrs. Conner has been making jam. The times I’ve hankered after jam these last months! I’m going to eat everything I didn’t dast to—” "By degrees," said Miss Keith, "as the mental power grows stronger." “Is that Albert?" said Mrs. Darter. "Albert, lift me np while I drink that beef tea.” • —■ - ———r— Albert and Emmy held her while Mrs. Conner fed her a cap of the tea. They laughed hysterically, with tears in their eyes, as Mrs. Darter sighed weakly. "Oh, but that’s good!" while Mrs. Conner radiated satisfaction and Miss Ann rocked to and fro. announcing that It was “mirac’lus!” Mrs. Darter took her tea. She went to sleep, as Miss Keith-directed her; and she partook with relish of coffee, toast, and jam that selfsame day, so rapidly had her state Improved by evening. It was after this last meal, she being vastly strengthened by the food and drink, that she received Albert’s messages from his mother — rather, that she cut them short "No, Albert your ma shan’t hasp on feeling bad. She was right It was all In my mind. All disease is fit the mind, I guess. But 2 wasn’t putting it on—" \

"Oh, sh« known she didn't mean—" "We didn’t, either of w, Mean all we said; the truth I*, I felt so bad and so hungry I couldn’t see straight, Sfiywey; and as to Dr. Abbls Cruller, I guess your mother wasn't far out. She said I never had had * Well day since I knew that woman, add I do believe that’s so; but I’ve got a wonderful new doctor Sow; don’t charge a cent; and you tell your mother to come over and see me and stay to tea My hand’s out making blueberry cake, but I'm going to try.” But this interview was hours after Doris Keith and the Conners had driven away. Mrs. Conner gave her husband a graphic account of the "miracle." “Ann Bigelow will have it’s no less.” says she "Thing pleased me,” chuckles Conner, wrinkling his eyes out of tight in his ironic enjoyment—“thing pleased me was the way she’d go on 1)001 Miss Keith’s eyes piercing her right through, after Miss Keith had practysed them eyes on you ’n’ me all the evening, Jest from my description of that Indian doctor. Well, she dona It well; but I wish I could have semi It!" "Will Mrs. Darter keep right an and not backslide, think?" said Mrs. Conner. "I think she will," said Doris; "I hope she wilL And there’s one thing, after I’m gone (I shall bava to ran away from my reputation) yon must own up about your ankle—and me to Miss Darter and poor, trusting Miss Bigelow. She’s such a good soul! Mrs. Darter—well, you will know when it’s safe to tell Mrs. Darter." "Humph!" said Conner, "EmmyU be grateful! I guess well go slow on the Widow Darter; and aa to Ann Bigelow —" "1 do feel sneaky about her.” sighed Doris. "It’s touching, her faith. She’s a simple-hearted creature. I hate to uproot her." "Oh, you needn’t be afraid," said Conner, grinning; “she won’t be uprooted. She will say it’s jest aa much mental healing aa If yon done it in earnest And ain’t Mrs. Darter healed? shell say.” "Well," Doris mused aloud, "I dare say she’s right It certainly was a mental healing, and how far the power of the mind to heal goes none of us can say. Perhaps, after all, she la right and it is a hit of a miracle, although it was only a miracle play!"