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The tired sag in Ted's shoulders was
the last straw. Marian had not noticed
it before; she had not noticed any -1
tiling except Rosemary's flushed face..
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PART 'n:
Then there came into the mind of
Joseph Bishop the recollection, of a bit
of news he had heard recently, Namely,
that Mardy Graham's wife was poorly
and not expected to liver In that case,
supposing she should die about the
sante time as Bobby "did;. Mandy might
get Parson Wayne for .her funeral just
when he,•Joseph Bishop, would want
him. That would., •be intolerable.
Mardy was only a renter, shiftless; not
even considered to be strietiy honest.
He certainly ought not to be able to
set a time for tie burial of his • dead
before Joseph Bishop's , wishes had
been attended to.
With these thoughts the farmer's
instinct for forehandedness demanded
action. He smacked his stout palm
down on his stout thigh. By tripes, •
he'd go in town and see Parson Wayne;
right away, before he ea+en.aven,t for
Lottie Sanders. He'd get'Lottie on
the way back. The farm work wasn't
A Grave in Flanders.'
All night the. tall trees over head
{ti re. whispering to the stars;
Tb.eir roots are wrapped about .the
"dead, ' '
j And hide‘the hideous 'scars, • .
behind his desk and leaned tae and Jo-
seph, he seemed to tower in a"stralige 'he.'tid"e,,ot„war goEs rolling by,
and awful majesty. His voice rang
rhe legions sweep along;
out as it used to ring out in great re= -rand daily, lathe summer sky,
vivais of the past. Be pointed an ac- The birds will eing their song.-
cusing finger,` straight., as • a lance, and:
like a lance, its aceusation struck No place in this for human tears,
through to the shriveled soul of Joseph The. time for tears is done; '
Bishop. ( Traxisfigured in these awful years,,
"Yes, Joseph Bishop,” said the old The two worlds blend- in one.
parson, in terrible solemnity, if your
son Robert dies. I will preach his fun-
oral sermon. And it will be such a. This boy has visions while in life:
funeral sermon as never befoxe was Of stars in distant skies;
preached in this town—perhaps in this So death carne" in the midst of Arlie,
world, I will tell yon about it. I shall A sudden, glad surprise.
begin with his babyhood, when he was
a rail and nervous .child, made so be- He. pound the songs for which he
cause you insisted that his mother
yearned,
Should cook a big dinner and supper Hopes that had hacked desire.;
for your barn-raisig when he was His heart is resting now which burned
ten days old, and when she should still.
have been in bed. I have verified that, With such consuming fire.
story. From her breast he was suck-
led
uck
led with the weakened nerves. and low- So dowu•the ringing road we pass,
And leave him where he fell,
outrage on nature. That will be the The guardian trees the waving grass,
e 'nein - o m
L *�- pressing for the afternoon. Why not? eyed vitality that comes from such an
an to
ou on b f funeral sermon, Jos mary was there1 i -that blessed not. bother to put away the dillies. winning y The birds will love hint well.
•
What a nine weeks! The terrible!
deadly stealthiness of the disease that:
had stricken that little dancing body
to stillness! The endless fight night
and day, night and day, against the
paralysis! But she had won! The
dreams et the hospital had told her
that her love and courage had wrought
a miracle. When she heard that she
had thought she should be singing all
the rest of her life. And hero a week
later she was sobbing! She was so l
tired, SD dead, dead tired! And the
house needed cleaning, and there was
washing to do, and the endless cook-
ing and the exercises,—those blessed
excrcises through which she and Rose-
mary were fighting,—months and
months of it still before her. And
glow Ted's shoulders were sagging:
She buried her head in her arias.
"I must pull up" she said to her-
self at last. "As if dirt matters! As
if anything matters—except that,
Roser rj isn't going to be a cripple."
She lilted her tired head. A calendar
across the room hung crooked, and she
gat up to straighten it. As she did
so a date caught her attention; it was
the day before Rosemary was taken
sick, and below it in clear letters was
the text, "In everything give thanks."
In everything! Even in exhaustion.
She lead given thanks passionately the
day of the great news, but all the days
before had been one cry for Rosemary.
"St, Paul would think I have a good
deal to make up," she said with a
faint smile.
Why not begin now? It almost
seemed as if some one had spoken the
words. "Why, I can !" she stammered.
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sleep! Marian drew her chair, That was woman's work. They could
Rosemary •'
first and then Ted. Oh, God knew f h. g
for a good doctor and for everything town again on an errand. I''1•l"be back
within reach; and for a home, even if •
before milking time.
near and began to ponder. y wart for Lottie Sanders He tramped.
in to the foot of the stairs a ain, full
how grateful she was for them. Ando is •purpose.
"IYlolly " he aalled "I got to drive in
it was a dusty one, and that Ted ha.d! He - did not wait to hear what Melly.
work. Suppose with all the bills there! answered, but went back through the
was no work. And she' was grateful !rouse, ;topping only to look in the
too for Rosemary's splendid fighting pantry to see if there might be a few
spirit; and—she spied a blue mist in dozen eggs "he could take in town as
a garden; the larkspur was in bloom! he went. But there was only a scant
Oh, for beautyeverywhere and the dozen, and he frowned and let them,
alone. Molly wasn't" gathering the
dearness of people; strangers even had eggs carefully, that was plain. To -
been so kind! And little things that night he'd 'gather them himself. It
she lotted about the house, the light in, irked him to get into his light motor
the west windows afternoons— !truck empty-handed. He had taken in
It was like opening a debt and let-; a calf to the butcher on his morning's
ting the morning in. Her depression' trip Although he owned .a car, Jo-
lifted like a fog. She had tired. seph Bishop only drove on Sundays
muscles, yet,. but not a tired heart; and holidays—the motor truck was his
instead consciousness of light, of life weekly vehicle, even when, as now, he
g , had no load for it.
and of peace. She spoke in wonder: Parson Wayne was at home, and
"Why, I never realized before; it's let- he was soon admitted into the high -
ting in God—that's why Paul tells us ceiled, shaded study, book -lined and
to do it!" prim, where the old man wrote his
sermons at a desk which bad been his
A PRETTY FROCK FOR THE father's and was far .too large for him.
GROWING GIRL. :oseph Bishop looked about hint curi-
ously..It beat him how any one roan
should want so many books around.
4 And that vase of honeysuckle on the
ti desk—what foolishness! . It made him
rf'" feel superior and solid just to look at
it. No rubbish like that ever littered
up his house, inside or out.
In a very few minutes the old min-
ister came in, wiping his forehead, his
fine old face white from the exhaus-
tion of the heat, his eyes deep and
dark under shaggy brows, the one
really living thing about him. Now
these eyes were filled with compassion,
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grow into cables.
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`And the" next thing I shall tell in
that sermon is how, at five years old,
he was taught to weed the garden and
to do chores far beyond his infant
strength about the house and barn,.
at your bidding. His mother tried to
prevent it, and to shield him, :and you
threatened and •taunted her. Not until
she in turn threatened you and told
you she would go 'back to her people
did you desist, and then only par-
tially.
"But, look here, Parson—I. did all
those things at that age. A little
roughing's good for a -boy. Boys `
oughtn't to be coddled and petted."
'"Be silent, Joseph Bishop, until I
give you leave to speak. , Into this
funeral sermon for your son I shall
put the story of how he grew up a
lovely, promising boy, with a mind so
keen to learn that not even all the ob-
stacles you put in the away of his
schooling could prevent him. I shall
tell how he was always taken from
sehool early in the spring to, help
with the farm work, and how he was
never permitted to enter school in the
autumn until the last of the husking
was done. Even so, he led his classes.
I shall tell how you denied the request
of your wife and son that the school-
teacher should board with you, and In
consideration of the sura of one pal-
try dollar a week taken from his board
should give Robert the extra learning
he so craved and thirsted for. I shall
tell how you gave him no chance to go
to high school, but kept him on the
farrn, like as a slave.How his gallant
and questing spirit, still longing for
education, borrowed books from ',whom-
soever had hem, and read them in
secret, drinking up the beauty and the
1, wisdom of the world—yes, • in secret,
knowing'Well that if you found it out
sympathy.
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"supose," he began gently, in his hos we planted
beat him. Do yroughtembm
soft, clear voice that carried with it how woods plaabou flyours brought from
still the faintest thrill of its old-time' the Andbout your bare -and rigid
clarion fire, "I suppose—Brother Bish- home? how you dug them up and
op—that yur son—that Robert—" his threwftheiiz among the him How,
voice trembled and his lips worked like youngom timen to tune, you gave pickly
a woman about to cry. He held out animals that needed special
sympathetic hands. care and urged him to nurse them, '
saying they should be his own. Once
Joseph Bishop looked at him in sur- a lamb—wasn't it?—and once a. calf,
prise. The old parson must be getting and once a half-dead colt. , When he
childish to carry on this way. had faithfully fulfilled his part of the
"Why no, Parson, Bobby's not dead," contract, you sold those animals and
he said in his big rumbling voice, "but kept the money for yourself."
(To be continued.)
Tho Jew Scored.
Said a Greekto a Jew: "Have you
seen that excavations on the Acropolis
have reveai•ed wires? That proves
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Doc Pruitt says he's bound to • goin
two -three days, and I thought I'd best
come in and see you, and ask you to
hold off making arrangements for any
other funeral till I knew just when I
was going to need you."
It was a perfectly simple explana-
tion to Joseph, and he made it as
4383. Embroidered voile and or- simply as he felt it. He could not positively tlllatatny people , knew the
gandy are here combined. One could, understand the piercing and ineredu- mysteries of telegraphy."
use silk, gingham, or any of the new loss- glance that the other man bent Replied the Jew to the Greek: "Have
printed cottons. The model is also on him. The old minister walked round you seen that in excavating in Jerusa-
attractive for taffeta, and charmeuse. to his desk, and sat down, leaned his lem no wires have been found? That
The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 8, 10,' white head on his whiter hand and proves that my people knew the mys-
•
isitor' 1 gaze teries of wireless + telegraphy!"
12 and 14 years. A 12 -year size re-' still kept that deep, mqu
quires 83'u yards of 40 -inch material., on the farmer.
"Do I hear you correctly, Joseph?"
To trine with contrasting material as he asked at last. "You are telling me
illustrated requires yard 82 inches that Robert is not dead but that you
The Obedient Boy.
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wide. ( !expect him to die shortly, and that wrong spirit recently. She stared at a
Pattern mailed to any address on you wish me to see to it that me other ragged 111,61Am acrese the aisle with
receipt of 15c in silver or stamps,. by, funeral, supposing a death occurs,in uaspeakabie dnsgus•t. Then site said:
the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West the neighbohood, shall take preced "Have you a pocket handkerchief,,
• ence of his?"
Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two «Yes " said Bishop "You see I boy?"
weeks for receipt of pattern.
heard that Mardy Graham's wise was . The ragged urchin snuffed. Then he-
'� ,Pretty bad"
answered with a grin '
The old minister stili stared at him. "Yes.m, but I ain't adlopred to lend
TO CLEAN ROOT VEGETABLES. "You want me, I gather, to preach it"
Robert's funeral sermon—when the
Freshly gathered root vegetables, time arrives for it—in a way suitable Mlnard's Liniment, for coughs & Golds
such as new potatoes, young beets and to your place in the community, as
carrots, turnips and radishes, are al-, well.as to give him that tribute whit h
ways rather disagreeable .to clean and his character deserves?" "The most impo rtan thing in life .is
prepare for use. I find a small burlap I "Well, of -course he's my only boy." for a man to i niterwith man;. and the
bag a great convenience in doing the; • "Who is with im now? His mo=
work. The coarser and rougher' the! Cher"?"
material the better it works, i "Yes, Molly's there." -
Rinse off the soil with a dash oft No one else?"
water and wet the sack; then place! "No, not now; but I'm aiming to
f
the vegetables in it and shako vigor -etch Lottie Sanders as I go home, tocook and keep house till it's over."
ously. New potatoes and carrots will; "But suppose Robert should` die in
come out clean and practically free your absence, alone there with his
from their skins. Rinse in cold water; mother. ''Do you actually mean that,
and they are ready for use. After there is no other -human being within
using I turn the bag inside out and call to be near her, at an hour like
rinse it; thus .cleaned it is ready for that?"
service again next day. -L-A. M. A. ttin, the old - was •• Joseph
getting ` in his dotage. He, � Joseph
• Bishop, xtever heard so Many' fool;
IDEAL COOKIES FOR TI3E questions Still, he answered them as
best be could. I
PICNIC BASKET. "She could ring the bell and call
the men out of the fields if she really
Scotch Cookies ---For the Scotch needed anybody.. And I'll be back long
cookies;' cream three-quarters of a before sundown."
cupful of clarified beef dripping with There was a long silence in the
one cup of maple sugar and add the room, while the old mean stared' at the
beaten yolks of two eggs.and a quarter r younger one. Something in those wise
of a cup of milk. Flour onecup of old brilliant eyes held Joseph Bishop.
seeded raisins and half a cup of chop -1 n
ed as if the old- parson was 1 looIt king
ped nut meats; stir thein in, wtli the;deep, deep` into Milli, probing• him,
lightly whipped egg.whites and two',searching him, with probes of sharp
cups of -rolled oats. Sift one teaspoon `metal that cut .and- tore at some gen-
of baking soda, and half a teaspoon of ;•sitive fibre of him that had never bo -
salt with one cup and a• half i f pastry ! fore been disturbed. He twisted un -
flour, add -to the caller ingredients and, easily in his =chair, .sonething of his
roll into a thin sheet. Cut in' rounds ' gr'eat.cloalc of"self-assurance and self -
d be' in a moderateoven
esteem was cut away by those merci-
^b - And he h, alwys 'til, P
ISSUE Ne. 29—'23." F,tinarc'a t .nimetit..tar Corns and Vvarta . Wayne a littlade mana. :Ntowo,ghtata he rosarsoine
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