Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-01
HIRAM LINDE's DxPERIMEYT.


Life is but short!
HIRAM LINDE'S DXPERIMENT.
BY SARAH p. BRIGHAM
Full many shaft at random sent
FINDS mark the archer little meant.Y
II Hiram Lynde had been an Irish
man, or an African, he would have been
amply satisfied with bis position az oar.
dener and hostler for Mark Harrington.
ESQ, which yielded him good WAGES
But he was stanch, northern Vermonter
who found it hard to realize there is a
wide social distinction between the
employer and the employe
IN the suburbs of New York, TO
be considered an upper servant, and be
forced to eat in the kitchen with Bridget
Malone and Ann McCarty, chated his
pride terribly.
Every Sunday Hiram l1arnessed a pair
OF superb black horses into costly. soft
cushioned carriage, and drove the Har.
rlngton family to church. While thew
were worshiping within, he waited out
side, or rode slowly around .he streets to
pass away the time, but was ALWAYS
promptly back, when the congregation
disposed, to take them home.
Month after month went bv. Ritter
feelings, IN the meantime, had gained
mastery in Hiram Lynde's heart and
angry mutterings were often on his lips,
which he found hard to suppress.
One inc morning he drove with the
Harrlngtons to church as usual. AS they
slowly assembled the steps, and disap-
peared within the sanctuary. a strange
light shone in his eyes, and, shaking bis
hand iercely after them he exclaimed
proud hypocrites! There they 90 to
worship God, and advertise their fine
fortune, through their velvets, silks and
'aces. They put money into the contri-
bution-box for the poor with their jew
cleo hanas; but nary farthing do they
care for the souls of one Of them. Nearly
a year I've brought them regularly to
church, but nobody has said word about
my going in. preaching is good for
them, why isn't it for me, TOO? All, I'll
try an experiment. I'll bring their fash
ionable religion out into strong lioht
or prove it all a sham. Ha! ha! YES. I
will"
Four days passed. A purpose had
ripened in Hiram's breast, AID he longed
to put it into execution.
One morning as he was wedding in Mr.
Harrington's garden, he saw Joe Phelps
leaning against the gate.
"Holloa, Joe! come here lie called
pleasantly.
Joe skipped up the gravel walk to his
side. His mother was q hard toiIino
widow, who earned a scanty livelihood
| Tor herself and six children by WASHING.
Joe's clothes were SO worn that great
patches covered his knees and elbows, and
only great skill in mending and darnino
held them together. Hiram surveyed
him closely.
'Pretty poor clothes you wear; hardly
ut Tor pauper," be remarked sneering-
ly.
"They are the best have, replied Joe.
the hot blood mounting to his face from
wounded pride.
"Want a chance to earn a new suit in
an easy way, in one hour2' asked Hiram.
Eyes, indeed answered Joe, jovfully.
Joe, I'll make you fair, square OFF,.
Next Sunday morning, if you'll wear
these same old clothes. and barefooted
just as you now are, and go into church
just after the Harringtons get in. and
take seat in their pew with then-it's
number 105-1'll give you the best suit
of summer clothes in Darrow's store.'
"Oh, you are foolin,," laughed Joe.
"Never was more serious in nv life.n
said Hiram, earnestly. Il want to morti-
fy these purse proud Christians. Iwant
to see how these big feeling people will
act, to be in row with poor boy, half
covered with patches and darns."
ooh, don't want to go into their pew
said Joe, quickly. "Tisn't using them
we'll; it's mean.''
AS you please replied Hiram, indif-
who'd jump at my offer.''
Joe reflected moment. eyes, I'll do
it." he said, decidedly. "Mother would
have to DO great deal Of washing to oct
ME a summer suit. I'll do it to save her:
but hate to awfully"
When Sunday came, Joe waited till he
saw the elegant carriage of Mark Har-
rington go by, and then followed hard
after it. He reached the church lust
after the family had entered it. Hiram
was holding the horses in front of the
steps. Giving the reins to friend stand
ing by, he and Joseph made their way
through the vestibule, up the stairs to
the inner door. Here Hiram waited, and
watched, with a chuckling heart, the bow
as he tlmorously went through the broad
asile till he came TO pew number 1O5.
Mr. Harrington was sitting at the foot.
and Joe slipped in by him, and sat down
between him and his daughter Helen.
while the faces of both showed great sur.
prise.
aThat was capitally done,'' thought
Hiram exultingly. Joe is a trump any,
where. Now the rich and poor sit side
by side, and in Gods eyes one is no bet
ter than the other"
On their way home, 1.-THE dlHn,ident
Of Joseph Phelps sitting unlimited in
their pew was gIibly discussed by the
Harringtons.
'sPoor boy" said Miss Helen, pityinslv,
lit is plain his starved soul is reaching
out for something higher, We must err
courage and helm him -