Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 2, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 July 1883 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

AUNT DINAH'S HYMN.

De sinner see the mote In de Christian eye, He cant aee de beam In the own Be bad better go home an' keep the tow

An' let cfod*s chilen alone. I'm gwlne borne ter glory, u? Gwlne to de shlnln' town,

Gwlne to tcli my story, -5 An' wear de golden crown*. ,',y

De sinner find fault wld be knows not what Oant pot nnttln' better In de place Bat goer seek In' on de solitary path,

An' git aboard de ole ship o' Grace, For de lightnin' it am flashin', lightnin'

Tbe thunder load do roll De mitey wave am daabln'. Oh, sinner, save youi soul!

Dey

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But t&

y're lackln' ob de Christian mind. Dont tarn to Satan callin',

But tak de belpin' band, Twill s'port yoa in yoartoilin' 'Long wld de chosen band.

De had better keep time to de music ob de

An^jine in de singln' wid de band, An' try mitey bard to be among de fast Dat am poshin' for de ptomised land,.

Where de boly lamps am burning', Where de saints in glory stand To meet the soul retarnin'

Home to de happy land.

For de Gospel's train am com In' on fast— Hinner, get er ticket while yer kin It's crowded wld de saints an' will push on past

If you dont harry ap an' git in. I'm gwlne home to glory, To Canaan's happy land.

I'm swine to tell my story, An* wid de blessed stand. —[August Chronicle.

Faithful and True.

MOTHER'S 10UCHING STORY OF HER BOY.

"The yonng man you met at the sate, r? Yen, that 1m my son—mv boy Jack. ••You noticed the scare on his lace,sir, and thought, maybe, that they spoiled featured meant to be handsome? "Ah, sir! that was because you did not know! Why, those red marks make him more beautiful to me now than when, a baby my arms, with yellow curls and lauging eyes and a skin like a rose-leaf, the people hurrying in and out of the trains would turn to look and smile at him, and praise him to each other, speaking low, maybe, but not too low fur a mother's quick, proud ears to hear. "For we lived in a little house close by the station, and when I heard the whistle of his father's train, 1 used to snatch the boy from his cradle, or off the floor, whore ne sat with his little playthingaJand run down to the farther end of the long depot, where the engine always halted, to get the smile and loving word that my heart lived on all day. "Not the least bit afraid was tbe baby of all the whistlingand clanging of bells, and groaning of the wheels ana puffing of the steam. He would laugh and spring so in my arms that I could scarcely hold him. till his father would roach down sometimes and lift him up in the engine cab and kiss him for one precious moment, and then toss him down to me again. "When he grew a little older, he was never playing uorse or soldiers, like tbe other Uttle fellows around it was always a railroad train that he was driving. All the smoothest trips out of my billets of kindling wood went to build tracks over the kitchen door, hither and thither, crossiug and reorossing each other. '"Ilop't move my switch, mother dear!" he usod to cry out to me. 'You'll wreck my train, for sure!' "So 1 had to go softly about my work, with scarce a place sometimes to set my foot. And all the chairs in the house would bo rangod for care, the big rocker, with the tea-bell tied to its back, for tbe engine: and there be would sit perched up by the hour together, making believe attond the valves and sboutiug to the fireman. "1 shall never forget the first time his father took him to ride on the engine. Jack had begged over and over to go, but his fathor always bade him to wait till ho was older. 80 I had said: "'Don't toa*e fathor any more, Jack, dear,' and like the true little heart he was, he had not said another word about it for a matter of six months or more. "But that day such a wishful look came into his face, and he pulled himself up tall and straight, and said quite softly, hi» voice trembling a little,' Father, do you think I am grown enough now?* "Looking at him, I saw two tears in his pretty eyes. I think his father saw them, too. for he turned to mo in a hurrv,anu said he: "•We meet the up train at Langton, Marv, and Will Brown will bring the little chap back all straight, I know. What do vou sav?'

sir?

Wbat could I aay but jrfls? At supper time he was back again, but he could not eat. His eyes were like stare, and there was a hot, red spot on each cheek, so that I feared he would be 111. And I had thought he would never b© done talking, but no# he said scarce a word. "•What was it like, Jackie?' 1 asked hitn. *0. mother!' he said, *it wasn't like anvthtng!' He sat for a minute thinking, then he said, 'unless it waa likethat vou rwid last Sunday.' 'And what was that, Jaek?' I asked, for I had quite forgotten. •••Don't you know, mother. "The wing* of the wind!"' "That was not his last ride on the engine by many times, for, as he grew older, his father would take him on Saturday*, or other half-holiday®. He was

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erfeetly trusty and obedient. I believe would have his right band cut off sooner than have meddled with anything hot he knew every valve and so new and guage, and watched every turn of his father's hand, and learned the signals ail along the line, so that my husband said to me more than once: *1 believe in my heart, Mary, that If I waa to best ruck dead on the engine, Jack could ran her through without a break!' "He was In school, and teaming fast, but out of boars bewas always studying over books about machinery and steam. Such an odd child aa to waa, with thoughts far beyond hit yean! Sometimes, sluing here byosmtelf, I go owr in my mind the stmrfft filings be used to say to me In those day*.

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remember thai one evening be bad been reading for a long time In some book that he had got out of tbe public library bat by-and-bv he stopped and leaned hi* bead on hta hand, look! into the coals, All at once: "Mother,' said be, 'isn't it a wonderful thing that Qodeootd trust men with it?'

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ting and put my he looked up into my thing in his eyes that I "We were getting a

crowd,

heap to keep der spirits

«»«Oh, mother!' said be, with his eyea wards, I learned what shining, 'what most have it been to be that day. h«nnened! Hie »od toltett. U..och «cr«

as that?' "In a missote be spoke sgain. 'And it's never safe to forget to listen, because we cant know when he might speak, or what there might be to hear!' "I could not answer him for a choking in my throat, but I laid down my knittins and put my arm around him and into fee thai little house am?gartfen were almost paid for, and we thought that nowhere in tbe world were happier people than we, or a brighter, cosier home. My husband and I were always talking of this and that to be done for Jack as soon as tbe lsst payment should be made. But before the money was due, my husband came home sick one day. 'Don't be frightened, Mary,' he said, 'I shall be better to-morrow.' "But he only grew worse* next day, many days we thought' be must die.

face with somenever forgot, along then. The

Yet he rallied after a time—though he kept bis hacking cough—and sat up and moved about the house, and at last thought himself strong enough to take his place again. But that was too much, for at tbe eud of tbe first week he came home and fell fainting on the threshold. "'It's of no use, Mary,' he said, after he came to himself. 'I can't run the engine, and if I could, it isn't right for people's lives to be trusted to such weak bands as mine!' "He never did any regular work after that, though be lived for a year. "Consumption is a terrible disease, sir! To see one would give your heart'Bblood to save slipping, slipping away before your eyes, and yon helpless to bold him back by so much as a hair's breadth from the black gulf of death ab, sir! 1 trust you have never 'earned how bard it is! "Young as he was, Jack was my stay and comfort through the dark time. My husband had matters in bis mind that he longed to speak to me about, but I always put him off, for 1 could not bear 10 listen to anything like this going away from us. "But at last, the very day before the end came, as 1 sat by his bed, holding his hand in mine, be said, very gently but firmly: 'Mary, wife, I think you must let me speak to vou to-day "I fell to crying as if my heart would break, and be drew a pitiful sigh that went like a sword through my breast yet I could not stop the sobs. Then Jack rose up from the little stool, where be had sat so quietly that I had almost forgotten that be was there, and came and touched me. 'Mother! dear mother!' he said and as I looked I saw his face perfectly white, but there were no tears in his eyes. "'Mother!' he said again, please go away for a little while. 1 can hear what father wants to say.' "You will think me cowardly, sir, but I did as the child bade me. I left ibe door ajar and 1 could hear my husband's weak voice, though 1 could not understand the words, and then my brave boy's answer, clear and low, not a break or a tremble in tbe sweet voice. And at last Jack »airi: 'Is that all, dear father and 'Yes, I will be sure to remember it —every word!' "After it wa» all over and we bad time to look about us. we found some debts left and very little money. It was a hard thing for me, that had had for so long a strong, loving arm between me and every care, to have to think and plan how to make ends meet, when 1 could not even start evenly at the beginning. But Jack came to my help again.

Father said that you were never to work hard, dear mother, because you were never strong, but that 1 must take care of you in some way. He thought you could let out two or three rooms to lodgers, may be, and that the beet thing for me just now would be to get a trainboys place. He said the men on our road would lie sure to give me a chance for his sake.' "1 do not know that I had smiled before since his father died, but when 1 hoard hi 111 say 'our road' in that little proud tone he had, 1 caught him to my heart and laughed and ciied together. "'And I spoke, to Mr. Withers about it only yesterdav,' be went on, 'and he said that Tom ft ray is going to leave, and 1 can have his chance, and begin next week, if 1 like. What do you say dear mother j'

O, Jack!' I said, 'how can I get through the long, lonesome days without you And if anything should happen to yon, I should die •"Don't, mother!' he said gently, for the tears were iu my eyes again. But I would not heed him. 'And you to give up vour school!' 1 cried. •And all our plans for you to come to naught!' "Father thought of that, too he answered. 'But he said that the whole world belonged to the man that wa* faithful and true. And 1 promised him. You can trust me mother!' "Trust him Ah, yes! he had struck the right chord at last, and 1 lifted ni head and dried my tears. Whatever utiseen dangers I might fear for my boy would be of the body, not of ihesotii. 'Faithful and true!' I thanked God and took courage. "It was wonderful how he succeeded with the books and papers and the oth«-r things he sold. There was something in him that made him a favorite with every body. I have been told bv more than one that the sight of hia frank, haudsome face was l.ke sunshine, and that, people bought of him whether they wanted any thing or not. "Well, the years went by and be grew up, working his way from one position to another on tbe road—trusted every where. He was my own boy still, though be was so tafi and strong, with bin bright curls turned chestnut-brown, and a silken fringe shading the lips that kept their old, loving kisses for me alone. "It was not very long until be bad tbe place of enffineer.'wbicn be hand wanted so long. He bad a day off, and was doing some little things for me about the house and garden, when one of tbe depot hands came running np the path, calling for him. "'Mr. Harding wants vou instantly, Jack!'cried the man. "The Jersey express should have left the depot five minutes ago, and the engineer basjnst fallen down in a fit. C-irtis and Fitch are 1 'h off on leave, and Mr. Harding savs

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With what, Jaek, Jackr *'Wlth tbe team—tbe powwr in It, I mean! It araa a longtime before he did. But whan the right time came, and somebody listened, than be told.

great connecting wheels on the right of the engine broke. Jack seemed to live all his life over in thai one terrible instant when be saw tbe end of tbe rod swing upward. It struck tbe cab under him and dashed it into a thousand pieces, and he knew no more till a horrible agony awoke him where he had fallen senseless oa the

ei,'^Bm-ned,

Sairly

nobody left but yon that

he'll trust with tbe train.' '1 cried Jack, in a mass. 'Tbe Jersey express! And I never drove anything but a freight train "•Well! w*UT cited the man, impaHtnUy Vdon'i atop to argoe! Orders Is order*, and here's a minute and a half gone already "Jack seemed to come to himself at that, He darted one smile at me, and was (MS like a shot, drawing on his coat be ran. In less time than I take In telling It. I beard tbe signal of the oatng train and knew that my boy was isted with a task that waa used to be given only to the most intelligent and careful men In tbe service. bt him back to me that on his father*a then and after-

and almost blind, with the

flesh scalded and torn from his bauds, be remembered his engine, with its open throttle, leaping on to certain destruction He seetned to see tbe passengers inside tbe long train, as so many times iu tbe old days he had called the morning papers. "He knew how they looked and what tbev were doing—the men reading, smoking, talking of tbe election, the price of grain, or bow slockwent up last week women, with crowing, dimpled babies in their arms little children crowding to the windows, vainly trying to count the whizzing telegraph pules young, bappy couples going on wedding journeys maybe, aud others coming home who baci been long away, "He remembered that, as be hurried to his place at the front that day, a little girl with a cloud of golden hair leaned troui a car window, to give one more good-by kiss to her father 011 the platform. "Take good care oi marninf darling!" be had heard the gentleman say. "The fireman—no coward, either, was Tim Harbrook, but with wife and babes at home—let himself down from the tender and escaped. So might my Jsck have done.

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'arden path and out of the back-gate, without my will. She hurried me across the square, and. pushed me through the crowd around the hall-en-tr&QCG* "I was out of breath with nervousness add fast walking, so we sat down in a back seat. Tbe room was full. There were a great many ladies there, and on the platform sat the Superintendent and several of the Directors of the road. Everybody seemed to whispering and smiling and looking backwards towards the door, and I looked too, though I did not know why. "Then the door opened and Jack came in with Tom. I heard somebody on the other side qf me whisper,'That'she and another and another, and a rustle crept through the place, and then, all at once, such a cheer went up as I can truly say 1 never heard in all my life before—no. not even when tbe troops came home from the war. The people stood up, and the ladies waved their white handkerchiefs. "The Superintendent tried to apeak, and rapped on his little table, but all in vain, until tbe crowd had had their three times three. And through it all I watched my boy. He looked around him, dazed at first by all the tumult, and trying to know what it meant but wherever he might turn his eyes he met a hundred others smiling on bim, and a score of hands stretched out to him as he passed, and, all at once—he knew! "O, sir, 1 cannot tell you about it! How they carried him up to the front, though not on the platform—there he would uot go—how they found me out and made me sit beside him how there were speeches and hand-shaking and laughiug and crying. "And, at last, the Superintendent said that there was a little child there, the grand-daughter of the President of the road, who has been with her mother on the train that day, and that site had been selected by many grateful friends to present a little token to tbe man whosa faithful courage had saved so many lives. "Then a beautiful lady, all in soft rustling s»ilk, came up the aisle, leading the loveliest child I ever saw, with a great

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lory of golden hair arwund her bead, the picture of an angel. I felt Jack start, for it was the very child whose face had come to him in that awful moment on tbe flying engine. ••The little thing let go ber mother's hand as she came near, looking up with ahy blue eyes, and in ber small fingers was a purse of gold. Yon could see the great sob rise in my boy's throat, and tnen he lifted the girl in his arms, and stood up, holding ber straight and tall. "Bat he did not take the puree* 'No, darling!' be mid in a low tender voice, so clear that everybody beard. Then be kissed her, and lifted one long curl from ber neck. "This ts tbe only sold I want!" be aaid, and looked at the child's mother with a qtmtioo in bis eyes. "The lady nodded, and my boy look oat a little pair of scissors from his vestpocket, and cut tbe car! off gently, and put it carefully away. "And, sir, if

they bad cheered before, )wf Tbe arcbed celling

what waa it now rang and the very clashed togd "But be would not take the money— then nor afterwards. •«It la not ours! What ess we do with it? We cannot throw it away!" tbe Superintendent aaid. •••I'll teQ yoa then, str.sakl Jack, at last. 'Brakeman Jim Flaherty was killed last week. He left a sick Wife and six liuis children. Give tbe money to them!"

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TERRS TTATJTE SATO M)AY ITVTfrttmG- MAIL.

"And so they did. "Now yoa know, sir, what the scars on by boy's face mean to me*. I read in tbe red marks, 'Faithful and true!' and

I

would not have them changed for the coat-of-arms of any king on any throne! iT

The Church Debt.

A SKETCH THAT TEACHES A -.m LESSON.

The Methoaist church of New' Albion long been struggling under a load of debt. Its edifice, built in the flush times following the war, was an ambitious piece of architecture—thechufch of the future beyond a doubt, since it was much larger than the congregation—and the pews were still vacant which the sanguine builders had expected to see filled by the men whs were expected to pay off the mortgages. The Kev. Mr Thorpe, the pastor, had carried this debt now for two ye^rs. It had been the burden of his days and the nightmare of his dreams. At length he bad brought his congregation to the point of attacking it. He had made several anxious pilgrimages to the rich Methodists in neighboring cities, byt found small encouragement it was evident that the Methodists of New Albion must shoulder their own losd. Accordingly, tbe first Sunday in October was devoted to a carefully

Sebt.

he crept along tbe side

of the leaping engine, carefully and painfully be swuiig himself into bis place, and with every motion of his bands an untold agony, be reversed the engine and put on the air-brake, "Then the train stopped, snatched back from the pit's mouth, and they look my boy from his post—'faithful a "it was a long time before Jack's burns were healed. The road people came often to see him—no men could have been kinder—and every week his wages came in full "But one eveving, after be had begun to get out a little, one of bis mates came in. 'Come, Jack, old fellow, you'll be moped to death here!" he said. 'You want a change. There's a big meeting of tjie roadfolksover at the hall to-night. I'm just on my way. Come along!' "'What sort of a meeting ?'asked

can't say exactly—something

interesting, they_ told me, and everybody invited.' He stole a queer look at me, and I knew he wanted me to help him. So, as I really thought it might do Jack good, I said: 'Yes, Jack, go along with Tom.' 'But I'm not preseutable with this face!' said Jack. 'Pshaw, man its evening, and nobody'11 notice. Leastways, they need not!' "With a little more coaxing, Jack set off with him. I had hardly heard the gate click, when the door opened again, and Jenny Brown came in like sprite. 'Quick, quick, Mrs. Burton Put on your bonnet!' she whispered 'Where? What do you said, for I was frightened. 'To the meeting! Hurry, or we shall be late!' "She was tying my bonnet-strings under my chin, as she* spoke, and she had the house-door locked and me down tbe

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lanned effort for the payment of the Mr. Thorpe had concluded to dis pense with the services of a "finangelist' and to direct bis own forces. There was to be no regular service in the church, but the public were invited to meet at ten o'clock in the forenoon, and, by the grace of Qod, the meeting would not adjourn, Mr. Thorpe said, until the debt was paid. A collation was provided in tbe basement, so that the people might spend the day in the work.

Tbe debt amounted to thirty-two thousand dollars, and when the meeting opened in the morning, seventeen thousand dollars were at once subscribed, this amount having been secured before and by private conference with the abler contributors. The excellent start awak ened great enthusiasm, and for a time subscriptions came in rapidly, but long before noon the limit of the people's ability seemed to have beeu reached, and the list footed up only about twenty-four thousand. Mr. Tborpe kept his forces well in hand, however, and showed no signs of wavering. Exhortations and appeals were interspersed with Bingii a judicial and energetic committee did a great deal of personal work with individuals messengers were dispatched to labor with absentees. But it seemed evident that the large gifts had all been gathered in, and there was still a defi ciency of more than seven thousand that the small subscriptions yet to be obtained would by no means supply.

As Mr. Franklin, of the Congregational church, walked home after the service with his pastor, they passed the door of the Methodist church. "Let's look in a moment," said the pastor, "and see how they are getting on."

They sat down on one of the back seats and watcaed tbe prooeedings. From Mr. Thorpe's occasional remar they learned the situation of affairs, and saw that the case was probably hopeless, though the resolute leader did not for a moment assent to such a conclusion.

As they walked along, Mr. Franklin said: "Making a strong fight, aren't they "Yes." "But they will not take the fort?" "I don't know." "I do they have got to the sticking point and they will not get past it." "Pity!" said Mr. Strong, sententiously.

After a moment's thought, he added, with a new interest: "Is it lawful to pull your fellow-crea-ture out ol a pit on tbe Sabbath day?" "I should say so, especially if he was trying to get out himself." "Lawful to hitch up your horse to pull him out?" "Yes," laughed the minister. "Well, you go home and get your lunch and I'll get mine and have Major put into the buggy. I'll be around here before one o'clock, and we'll see what we can do." "All right."

It was not long before the good white horse came at a week-day pace to the door of the parsonage, and the friends were soon whirling away. "Now, we've got to be swift,"said the banker. "My first thought was to call only on some of our own people, but I am uow inclined to give some of thereat a cbance. The Episcopalians atyl the Free Baptists have a heavy debt of their own! the Adventists are not able to help much we mustenlist the others. Brinsmade must call on tbe First Church folks, Ellsworth on the Baptists,Thompson on tbe Universalists, and you and I will look out for our own."

They were stopping at Mr. Brinsmade's door, and tbe master of the house answered tbe bell. "We have set out," said Mr. Franklin, "to give the Methodists a little lift in paying their church debt. Will you go and stand in tbe vestibule of your church and waylay as many as you can of your strongest men as they go into the afternoon service and get subscriptions from them? Start the paper yourself. Then ask Dr. Phelps to take up a collection before the sermon for tbe same object. Get cash subscriptions, payable to-mor-row at my bank. Report tbeamount te roe at Mr. Strong's house by four o'clock sharp. Will you do it?" "What a steamboat you are!" said Brinsmade, laughing. "Will you do it?" said Franklin, strenuously. "No time for nonsense, old fellow!" "Yes, I'll do it." "All right. Good-byel"

And the white horse was soon flying down the street. None of the other churches had afternoon services, and all that could be done in tbem must be done by personal application to a few of tbe most prosperous members. But Mr. Franklin bad selected tbe right man as canvasser in each society, and after they had been set at work, be and his pastor returned to their own parish, which they divided between tbem, contriving before four o'clock to see a good proportion of its moat generous members. At that hour they aJ 1 met at tbe parsonage, as by agreement, bringing with tbem a much larger som than tbe moat sanguine of tbem had hoped to

^Tbey came down handsomely," said Brinsmade. "Three or four refused/o ve anything bat most of tbem bad names down before tbey knew it. It dropped on tbem so sudden like that tbey badn*t time to bant ap excuses. Tbe old doctor warmed ap to tbe business beautifully, and begged like a professional. Didn't suppose it was in him. Tbey brought in nearly four hundred dollars in tbe bases, besides all I got from individuals."

Tbe other* bad much the same story to teL. Sympathy with the Mstbndisfcs in tbeir courageous efibrs were universal and it bad found a generona expression.

Now

each of ytoa alt down and write

a sbort letter," aaid Franklin, "explain-

that the amount yon have collected

from friends in your church. naming the amount and stating where it may be called for to-morrow, and we'll go over at once and send the letters up to Brother Thorpe. I trust he te holding out yet, but ft must be pretty tongh for a man who doesn't believe in the perseverance of the saints, to hang on to such r. poor promise."

It was about half-past fear when Mr. Franklin and his friends entered the Methodist Church. The back seats were all occupied, so they stood in the space behind the pews and looked on. The church was pretty well filled, and Mr. Thorpe was still keeping up a lively fire of appeal and argument, but there were no responses, and it was plain that hope had departed from most of the solicitors. "Will you walk forward and take seats, gentlemen said one of them. "No, thank you," said Mr. Franklin. "We are only lobby members. How do you get on?" "Slowly,"

And the solicitor shook his head dolefully. "How much have you got "Only a little over twenty-live thousand." "Why don't you stop where you are?" "Then we lose everything. The greater share of the heavy subscriptions are conditional upon the raising of tbe whole debt." "Won't, your subscribers make then^ unconditional "No. We've begged them to but they are obstinate." "Pity, isn't it ?M "Yes, sir. It will be a hard blow if we fail now."

The discouraged gentleman walked away. Mr. Franklin's air had been so indifferent that be had not ventnred to ask him for anything. "Send up your letter, Brinsmade," whispered Franklin. "Get that small boy to tak£it up."

The smallest boy toddled up the aisle and banded the envelope to Mr. Thorpe, who tore it open eagerly. "Hallelujah shoutted the impetuous Methodist. "Brethreu, listen to this: 'The First Cougational Church of New Albion sends greeting to the First Methodist Church with a pledge of sixteen hundred and seventy-five dollars, to be paid to-morrow at 12 o'clock noon, by a check upon the First National Bank.' This is signed on behalf of the church by James M. Brinsmade."

Tbe reading of the letter was followed by a storm of cheers and all the usual Methodist responses, in the midBt of which the organ struck up the Doxology, and the whole congregotion rose to its feet and sang it with a tremendous energy. "Will Brother Brinsmade come forward shouted Mr. Thorpe. But before he had time to insist on this a little girl was mounting the pulpit with another envelope, which tbe pastor received with trembling bands.

This letter stated that five hundred aud fifteen dollars, the gift of a few friends in the Universalist Church, would be on deposit the next day at the same hour and place.' Over this the furore was redoubled, one enthusiastic brother mounting a seat and calling for "the second verse of the Doxology." "Better not protract the agony," said Franklin to Ellsworth. "Let us send up our notes together."

The minister, who had now for six hours been under a continuous nervous Strain, in whose heart confidence had

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iven way to anxiety, and anxiety was to change to discouragement, was so completely overcome by the contents of the other two envelopes that he sat down in his chair, and could not speak for a moment, and at length rose and half sobbed out: "Two more, brethren. One from friends in the Baptist Church, with a of nine hundred and twenty-five one from friends in the ollare, and Second Con Church, with a hundred and ten

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pomise of eighteen God bless them, every one!" This time they were all too excited to sing, but there was a volley of amens in response to the last ejaculation, and men and women all over the house were laughing and crying like children. "Give us the footing now, Brother Harrison,"said the minister, at length, to tbe treasurer, who was keeping account of the supscriptions. "Thirty thousand one hundred and filly-five dollars," was the answer. "Less than two thousand dollars more are wanted.'' Mr. Tborpe. "What do you say to that "Two hundred dollars more for me!" was the first response from one of the heaviest of tbe subscribers and then the supplementary subscriptions, large and small, came pouring in for ten minutes faster than the treasurer could record tbem. As soon as there was a short pause, he summed up the amount again, and, rising to his feet, said qultly: "Thirty-two thousand four hundred and sixty dollars—four hundred and sixty dollars for shrinkage!"

The scene that followed can only be imagined by those who know what an incubus a church debt is to a devoted congregation, and who are familiar with tbe ways in which Methodists are wont to express their feelings. "I perceive," said Mr. Thorpe, rising to his feet srter tbe tempest bad subsided, "that all these pledges are to be paid to-morrow at noon at the First National Bank. It is easy to guess who is at tbe bottom of all this business, and Isrehim now standing near the door." "No scenes for tue," whispered tbe banker to his minister. "I'm going. Make my excuses."

And he slipped out of tbe door, and walked quickly away. "Walter Franklin is tbe man," continued the parson, "and he Is leaving the house at this moment will some one bring bim back?"

But that was a vain suggestion, Mr. Franklin, as everybody knew, would not be brought back. "Mr. Franklin's pastor must answer for him then," said tbe minister and Mr. Strong walked up the aisle amid

plan of aiding tbem in tbeir difficult undertaking was conceived and set in motion by Mr. Franklin, wbo had, nevertbeloMLbeen supported in tbe heartiest manner by tbe gentlemen on whom be bad called* that the whole scheme was tbe inspiration of a moment, and tbe fruit ofa few hours' work and that be trusted that tbe result of it would be, not only tbe emancipation of tbe Methodist Church from the bondage of debt, but tbe strengthening of (be bonds of fellowship among tbe churches of New Albion. To that wiab there were many fervent responses, and after a prayer of thanksgiving by tbe pastor, and singing

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