Jasper County Democrat, Volume 17, Number 65, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 November 1914 — Page 7

The Hollow of Her Hand

By GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON

Aathor of “GrMusixrk' * "Truxton King,” etc.

Illustrations by Ellsworth Young

CHAPTER XXII. i t 1 • \ denunciation. On the third day after' the singular trial of Hetty Castleton in Sara’s library, young Mrs. Wrandall’s motor drew up in front of a lofty office building in lower Broadway; its owner stepped down from the limousine and entered the building. A few moments later she walked briskly into the splendid offices of Wrandall & Co., private bankers and* steamship-own-ers. The clerks in the outer offices stared for a moment in significant surprise, and then bowed respectfully to the beautiful silent partner in the great concern. It was the first time she had been seen in the offices since the tragic event that had served to make her a member of the firm. A boy at the information desk, somewhat impressed by her beauty and the trim elegance of her long black broad-tail coat, to say nothing of the dark eyes that shone through the narrow veil, forgot the dignity of his office and went so far as to politely ask her who she wanted to see and “what name, please." The senior clerk rushed forward and transfixed the new boy with a glare. “A new boy, Mrs. Wrandall,” he made haste to explain. To the new boy's surprise, the visitor was conducted with much bowing and scraping into the private offices, where no one ventured except by special edict pf the powers. “Who was It?” he asked, in some awe, of a veteran stenographer who 1 oajne up and jsneered at him.

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ir Challis WrandaTT, you little' simpleton,” said she, and for once he failed to snap back. It is of record that for nearly two whole days, he was polite to every visitor whb apßjcoached him and was generally worth his salt. Sara found herself in the close little room that once had been her hubband’s, but was now scrupulously held In reserve for her own use. Rather a waste of space, she felt as she looked about the office. The clerk dusted an easy chair and threw' open the long desk near the window. “We are very glad to see you here, madam,” he said. “This room hasn’t

"What’s This?" He Demanded, Sharply.

been used jnucta, as you may observe. Is there anything I can do for you?” She continued her critical survey of the room. Nothing had been changed since the days w'hen she used to visit her husband here on occasions of rare social importance: such as calling to take him out to luncheon, or to see that he got safely home on rainy afternoons. The big picture of a steamship still hung on the wall across the room. Her own photograph, in a silver* frame stood in one of the recesses of the desk. She observed that there was a clean'white blotter there, too; but the ink wells appeared to be empty, if Bhe was to judge by the look of chagrin on the clerk’s face as he inspected them. Photographs of polo scenes in which Wrandall w r as a prominent figure, hung about the walls, with two or three pictures of his favorite ponies, and one of a ragged gipsy girl with wonderful eyes, carrying a monkey in a crude w'ooden cage strapped to her back. On closer observation one would have recognized Sara’s peculiarly gipsy-like features In the face of the girl, and then one would have noticed the caption written in red ink at the bottom of the photograph: “The Trumbell’s Fancy Dress Ball, January, 10, ’O7. Sara as Gipsy Mab." With a start, Sara came out of her painful reverie. She passed her hand over her eyes, and seemed thereby to put the polite senior clerk back into the picture once more. “No, thank you. Is Mr. Redmond Wrandall down this afternoon?” “He came In not ten minutes ago. Mr. Leslie Wrandall Is also here. Shall I tell Mr. Wrandall you wish to see him?” “You may tell him that I am here, if you please,” she said. "I am very sorry about the Ink wells, madam,” murmured the clerk. “We —we were not expecting —” “Pray don’t let It disturb you, Mr. Bancroft. I shall not use them today.” “They will be properly filled by tomorrow.” “Thank you.” He disappeared She relaxed in the familiar, comfortable old leather-cush-ioned chair, and cloßed her eyes. There was a sharp little line between them, but it was hidden by the veil. The door opened slowly and Redmond Wrandall came into the room. She i rose at once. , “This Is—er—an unexpected pleasure, Sara,” he said perplexed and ill-at-ease. He stopped just Inside the door he had been careful to close behind him, and did not offer her his hand. “I came down to attend to some business, air. Wrandall,” she said. he repeated, staring. She took note of the tired, haggard look in his eyes, and the tightly compressed lips. “I intend to dispose of my entire interest in Wrandall & Co.,’’ she announced calmly. He took a step forward, plainly startled by the declaration. “What’s this?” he demanded sharp,y ‘ , “We may as well speak plainly, Mr. Wrandall.” she said. “You do not care to have me remain a member of the firm, nor do I blame you for feeling as you do about it. A year ago you ofTered to buy me out —or off, as I took it to be at the time. I had reasons then for not selling out to you. Today I am ready either to buy or to sell.” “You —you amaze me," he exclaimed. “Does you ofTer of last December still stand?” “I—l think we would better have Leslie In, Sara. This it .most unexpected. I don’t quite feel up to—" "Have Leslie In by all means," she ■aid, resuming her seat. He hesitated a moment, opened his (TO BE CONTINUED )

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Bessie and Her Thanksgiving Pies

LITTLE Bessie Gray looked up from her story book with a sigh, and 4 as she looked up she caught the reflection of her face in a mirror over the table and sighed again. “Oh. dear! If I. were only slender and graceful and a grown up young lady or a princess and lived in a palace and bad heaps of money and could carry bunches of flowers to sick people! But here I am, nothing but Bes sie Gray—short, stout and homely, with a broad face and a wide mouth and not exactly poor, but then I have to work rather hard for a little girl, and as for the troubles of this world, somehow I don’t feel so badly about them as I ought to, or else the people around here don’t have any to speak of.” “Now’s your chance,” said a little squeaking voice. Where did it come from? There was nothing in sight but a heap of pumpkins on a board just outside the window and a little colored girl passing the garden fence, scantily clad and shivering In the cold November sunshine. All that Bessie knew of her was that her name was Poppy, and she belonged to a faifiily that were very shiftless, it appeared, from their unwillingness to v'ork and their ignorant ways of doing the little they could do.

But it could not be this little girl who spoke. She was hurrying on without turning a glance toward the house, eager, no doubt, to reach her miserable shelter from the cold. Bessie’s curiosity was fully aroused. She went out and stood upon the doorstep. The colored child was out of sight, and everything was still but the wind, and that hardly whispered through the lea Hess boughs of the pear trees. But there was the voice, close to her now. “Help me down,” it said. And Bessie’s mouth opened wider than ever as she saw the topmost pumpkin of the pile at her side moving itself without aid of hands. She took hold of its stem, and, although it was one of the heaviest of the lot, she scarcely felt its weight at aIL

“Carry me in,” said the voice again pautingly. Bessie had not believed ber own ears until uow. A pumpkin talking! That was more wonderful than Aesop's fables, truly. But why shouldn’t it speak as well as the brambles and oak trees and brass kettles? So she turned the great thing over upon its side and rolled it, or, rather, let it roll itself, up the steps into the kitchen. * “Cook me,” said the little, panting, squeaking voice again. “Cook me.” Just then her moth’fer came in. “Mother, may I make some pumpkin pies?” said Bessie. “Well, I don’t care,” was the answer of the busy woman. “None of us seems to be so very fond of them, but yon can make them if you’ll only promise to get somebody to eat them.” But the pumpkin began to squeak impatiently: “Cut me up! Cut me up!” And Bessie obeyed without more ado. Determined to have her pies as nice as they could be made, she poured out her milk, stirred in spice and sweetening and made the crust light, wondering while she rolled it out who would eat the pies when they were done. But the pumpkin told her as it boiled in the kettle —no longer with that lowsqueak, but with a deep, musical rumble, as if laughing with joy over its own fate —“Black Poppy’s people; black Poppy’s people.” And why shouldn’t a pumpkin rejoice in the sacrifice of its own life for a benevolent purpose? And Bessie herself, when she carried the pies to Poppy’s wretched home, having first set one aside in the cupboard that her mother might see that she could bake pies worth anybody’s eating, looked almost beautiful witji the excitement of doing a kindly deed. Her sun browned hands and stout arms were just fitted for the beautiful work they had been doing, and she had as much reason to be proud of them as any lady of her delicate fingers, for certainly those are the prettiest hands that do most willingly the work they were made for. And black Poppy’s people could not have received one of the graceful ministering spirits of the story books with more eloquent gratitude than they did the homely little girl and her heavy basket of pies. Indeed, to those half starved beings she was a vision of loveliness. a real angel of mercy!—-New York Press.

One Thanksgiving on July 4.

According to Gabriel Furman, “Govt erndr Peter Stuyvesant made a communication to the church (Reformed Dutch) of Brooklyn, on Long Island, on the last day of June, 1063, directing the 4th day of July following to be observed as a day of thanksgiving, because among other things the English had been defeated in their attempt to take possession of the whole of Long Island by the timely arrival of a Dutch fleet of armed ships in the Bay of New Amsterdam, New York.”

Fast Instead of Feast.

Thanksgiving day, 1860, was a memorable event in the United States. From many a pulpit that day fell a warning that abnegation before God was more fit than the usual enjoyments ol the day. So widely did this impression prevail that President Buchanan was appealed to by associations and various persons to appoint a special day of fasting and prayer to avert the dreaded coming of civil war. . He yielded to the request, and Friday, Jan. 4. 1861. was set apart to that purpose.

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BIBt£>STUDT'ON 6T. PETER SIFTED LIKE WHEAT. Mark 14:27-31, 53, 54, 66-72.—Nov. 15. “I* him that ihinketh he itandeth, take heed test he fall.’’—! Corinthians 10:0. CODAT’S lesson deals with the special sifting which came to SL Peter at the time of ouf Lord’s death, and of which ho was forewarned by Jesus, flaying, “Simon, behold Satan bath desired to hare you, that he may sift you as wheat; but I hare prayed for you. that your faith fail not.” St Peter’s courage was his weak point Notwithstanding all that Jesus had said to warn him, he realized no fear. Hence he did comparatively little watching and praying, and his very self-confidence led his undoing for a time. Hia Hour Had Como. Temptations come in an insidious form. We cannot imagine that at the time when St Peter cut off the ear of the high priest’s servant he had any sympathy with the thought of denying our Lord. But circumstances and conditions had changed. The Master was taken prisoner. Whatever power He had previously exercised whereby He walked away from His enemies, and they could not take Him because His “hour had not yet come.” that power He evidently was not exercising now His hour

had come. To see his Master apparently without friends in Heaven, delivered over to His enemies and led from one tribunal to the other, had a paralyzing effect upon St Peter. Ells courage oozed out St John had such an acquaint-

ance with some one connected with the palace that he was permitted to enter the court and bring St Peter with him; but they had separated. St Peter was in the courtyard. It was cold, and he approached an open brazier to warm himself, in the light of the court surrounded by the gossiping servants of the palace, be was keenly scrutinized by one of the maids, who said, “Thou art also a disciple of the Nazarene.” Stunned by the Identification and wondering to what it might lead, St. Peter promptly denied that be had any knowledge of Jesus. Then he moved awny to another part of the court where the shadows were deeper and tbe people fewer. But again he was recognized as a Galilean, and accused of being one of Jesus’ disciples. Again he denied. The third time he was approached with the same charge that he was one of Jesus’ disciples and a^ Galilean, and that his speech betrayed him. Again, with cursing, he denied that be knew his Master. The Master’s Words Fulfilled. Terrible! we say. And surely St Peter felt afterward that it was terrible; for just at that time, the early morning, came the beginning of cqpkcrowing, and he remembered the Master's words, that Satan had desired to sift him as wheat; and that before the cock crew, he would have denied his Master three times. The whole matter came upon him with crushing force; and, wrapping his cloak about bis head, be hastened* away into tbe darkness, weeping bitterly; for jdst about the time that the cock crew, Jesus was led forth not far from him; and as he looked at Jesus, the Master lifted up his eyes and looked at St. Peter. It was a glance full of sympathy, not of anger; but it went straight to the heart of SL Peter. SL Peter's crime was nothing like that of Judas; he bad merely sought

St. Peter’s Denial.

condemned to be crucified; that, remembering how once he had denied his Master, he felt that it would be too great an honor to share exactly the same death; and that at his own request he was crucified head downward. The Lesson to All Christians. Our Golden Text voices to all Christians the lesson of SL Peter's experiences—" Let him that thlnketb he standeth, take heed lest he fall." When we are weak in our own estimation and, full of faith, cling tenaciously to the Arm of the Lord, then we are really strong in the might which God supplies through His Son, our Lord Jesus. Another le'sson is that however different the experiences of God’s people, all who fall into line for the great promotion to the First Resurrection must expect to endure severe siftings, testings, provings, of their love for the Lord, their love for the Truth, their love for the brethren, and of their loyalty to all these. ~ Let us never forget that these siftings are permitted, not because the Lord wishes us to be sifted out, nor because He has no interest in us, but because only those who can stand siftings, trials and tests, are fit for places in the Kingdom—places of responsibility and trust -

St. Peter Voicing Allegiance.

to protect himself. He had not sought to injure or even to risk the injury of his Master. The thoroughness of St. Pe t e r’s repentance is abundantly testified by his subsequent loyalty even unto death. Tradition has it that he was

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