Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-02-17

The rope went down again. Minute
after minute passed before the signal was
given. 1t was feeble then, two faint
pulls; but the weight was double on the
rope.
He had tied on the body!" they NUT
tered Juggling away.
Two bodies-two dead bodies, as it
seemed were brought out and laid on
the grass.
Strangely enough, it was Nicholas Har-
bour who revived the first. His temper
ate lite and youth told in his favor.
When ne opened his eyes Sarah Cleyedon
was chatting his hand When he stood
up she held it still, as though she had
been his wife, and did not blush before
all the people. 1t seemed right and nat
ural in Gods sight that it should be 80.
/" Who was 1t that saved mel" he said.
The crowd drew back. The stranger
was lying on the grass, his rags covered
with clay and blood, darker pallor on
his face. But there was look which had
not been there for wears: look which
belongs to an innocent boy which he once
was.
The clergyman was seized with a great
trembling; he pushed them aside. ran
and threw himself down beside him. held
him to his breast, rubbed the cold hands.
They did not warm in his.
An hour ago he could have saved this
man, soul and body Now.
:, I'm afraid it's of no use," said Mr..
Holt.
"The poor fellow has given his life for
you. Nicholas drew back to make wav
for the physician.
He stood under the cedar, Sarah spoke
to him and touchedhim but he did notsee
or hear her. The blood of his brother
cried against him from the ground. He
remembered Jack when they were at
choel together. What warm hearted
gallant little chap he was! How he
fought all his battles for him! All the
years between were wiped out. He
thought OF one day when til cir mother
took them home on a half-holiday How
happy they were; how they hung about
her; and when they fell asleep how she
was kneeling by their bed, her arms
about them both. The very last thing,
they heard her whisper: " Ny boys-my
boys" He knew now that he could
have saved his brother, and did not.
There was a sudden stir about the
PROSTATE body. Old Mr. Holt uttered
fervant "Thank God."
''Do you feel better now, my dear sir?v
asked Dr. Peters.
/ Mr.. Harbour kneeled down beside
hlm. "Jack!' he cried, "Jackn'
Jack opened his eyes and shook his
head. "Never mind me- he muttered.
Don't disgrace yourself with these people,
Nick
Mr.. Harbour glanced around quickly.
1t was disgrace, damming and lasting. It
was TO acknowledge his convict father:
to give up Sarah, the life which he had
planned, for the hourly, steady compan-
ionship of this man. But his face glowed
with the old love of his youth.
'sThis is my brother, gentlemen" he
said-my mothers son.
There was moment of startled 81
lence. Sir said Mr.. Holt, 'tYour broth
er is a brave man." They had all some
thing hearty and cordial to say. Jack
was the hero of Kerr's Ford
"Bless my SOUL sir! said the old gen
tleman, drawing Nicholas aside, present
ly, II understand your trouble. My boy
Tom is precisely in the same case. 1
cured him. No better man now in De-
troit. Sober, God fearing
Cured him-.--how?"
"Kept beside him night and dav. New
er let him touch drop of the accursed
stuff. Oh, it can be done! And of course
it's your duty--a much nearer duty than
the people of Kerr's Ford''
The way suddenly seemed easy and
plain enough to him. For two years he
followed it, needs not to say with what
pain and prayers, and sometimes utter
hopelessness. His chief helper was
Sarah Clevedon. He had thought poor,
drunken Jack would be the bar between
them; he proved the strongest bond to
bring them together She recognized as
nobody else did, the man he once was
and yet might be, and Jack, when with
this gracious, simple woman, woke to his
old self again.
Rose-windows, and caste, and social
position slipped strangely out of the
clergyman's sight during these two years
OF work for his brother and for God; and
when, at the end of them, he asked Sarah
to be his wife, he did not even remember
his convict father, nor any other consider
>'SA'AA SAAt%AA AA1uI ivy AofCA OuC t1uoLuCI
There Is no more sincere man in the
ministry now than Nicholas Harbour, as
the people at Coalport ard Kerr's Ford
will testify. His brother Jack comes to
pay him yearly visit He is in bust
ness, a free handed, merry fellow, who
will never be rich, people say But his
cure is thorough. He joins in all Of
Sarah's admiration and exaltation of her
husband
nicholas is like st. Augustine, she said
to him, the other day. 81 was afraid once
he would be spoiled by the world. But
you came just in time to save him, Jack"
s'save him2 St. Augustine? I cannot
understand you," exclaime the puzzled
Jack. Nor does her husband quite solve
her meaning.-Re6ecca Harding Dauis,
in Sunday Afternoon for February.