The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-04-24

hnw, IL got lost; l always thought he
carried 1t away, or threw 1t into the fire.
He won't talk to you, sir. He won't
have your books. He's very bad tenn
pered man, sometimes, and I'm afraid
he'll do you harm. o sir, wish you
would go away"
But, instead of showing any alarm or
anxiety at Mrs. Jones' account OF her
husband, the stranger commenced open
ing his valise, from which he soon pro-
duced plainly bound copy of the Bible.
How long since you were marriedp"
asked the colporteur, as he opened the
Bible, and commenced turning over the
leaves.
Twelve years come next May, sir"
was answered.
How long is IL since you lost the
TESTAMENT"
" Most eleven years"
Do you go to church2"
ITO church |" The woman looked
surprised at the question. Dear sakes
mol haven't been inside of church
since was married.
Wouldn 7 you like to go p'
"What 'ud be the usep 1 wouldn't
say church 10 Dick for the world"
Then you haven't read the Bible
yourself, nor heard anybody else read it,
since you lost the TestamentY"
"No sir"
"You shall have that blessed privilege
once again in your life," said the stran-
ger, raising the book towards his eyes,
and making preparation to read.
"Indeed, sir, Pm afraid. I'm looking
for my husband every minute" inter
posed the woman. "He's always said
he'd kick the first Bible seller out of his
house that dared to cross his door. And
he'll DO it. He's very wicked and pas
sionate sometimes. Do sir, please go
away. If had any money I'd take the
Bible and hide it from him; but have
not. Please don't stay any longer. Don't
begin to read. If he comes in and finds
you reading, he'll be mad enough to kill
you"
But, for all this, the colporteur sat un-
moved AS the woman ceased speaking
he commenced reading to her the beau
tiful chapter from our Lords sermon on
the mount, beginning with" take heed
that we do not your aims before men to
be seen of them otherwise We have no
reward of your Father which is in heav-
en-" AS he proceeded in low, rever-
entail voice, the woman's agitation grad
ually subsidized, and she leaned forward,
listening more and more intently, until
all thoughts and feelings were absorbed
in the holy words that were filling her
ears. When the colporteur finished the
chapter, he raised his eyes to the face of
the woman, and saw that it was wet
with tears. At that instant form
darkened the door. 1t was the form of
Dick Jones.
"Ha ~ he exclaimed, in a harsh
voice. "Who's this9 Who are you ?"
Comprehending, now the scene before
him, Jones began swearing awfully, at
the same time ordering the stranger to
leave his house, threatening to kick him
from the door if he didn't move in
stantly. The fearful wife stepped be-
tween her husband and the object of his
wrath; but he swept her aside roughly,
and with curses.
"Go, before fling you into the road"
And the strong man, every iron muscle
tense with anger, stood towering above
the strangers slender form, likean eagle
above its helpless prey,
How calm and fearless the stranger
sat, his mild, deep, almost spiritual eyes,
fixed on those of his mad assailant.
'Bless the Lord, o my soul, and for
get not all his benefits"
Low, yet thrilling was the voice in
which these words found almost sponta-
neous utterance. He had taken no fore
thought as to what he should say. Hith-
er he had come at the prompting of duty
and now, when raging lion was in his
path, he shrunk not back in terror, but
resting in a divine power, moved steadi-
ly onward.
"Clear out from here, sayl" The
voice of Dick Jones was angry still +;
yet something of the evil purpose was
gone.
"The Lord is my light and my saliva
ton; whom shall fear9 The Lord is
my strength and my life; of whom shall
/ be afraidp"
Neither loud nor in seIf-confidence
was this spoken; else would it not have