The Red Cloud chief., 1881-01-20

seemed that ! was. indeed, utterly for
gotten of both God and man"
There was a paihos of dull misery ir
the tone a. well a the words witI
which he ended his story. that Touched
Harley's kindly heart and made him
long To give some crumb Of comfort
but his training had not been particular
~ in a theological line. However. hs
shook Brainaru warmly by the hand
with well, my bog, YOURS j. n pretty
hard case. but keep up q good heart.
IL see what a be done about IL. and
II TO your being forgotten that's al
nonsense. You know your mother
thinks Of you every day Of her life. and
A. Tor the Lord. why who knows but lie
sent me here to-day?' Ca remembrance
OF his sudden impulse flashing through
his mine aud giving him a pleasurable
ems of being Il sort Of committee mar
oil Providence a. il were). We don't
know for certain that He did. OF course.
but still it wouldn't do any hurt to think
so, and the Hon. Julius hurried away.
congratulating himself that his effort ia
imparting religious instruction had
been quite a brilliant success.
Returning TO his hotel what was hi-
surprise, to encounter his legislative
Trend. the member from Belmont
County, who bad run up TO look a little
alter the affairs Of State before the
meeting OF the Assembly, and Harley
lost no time in imparting TO him the
discovery he had just made that there
was n young fellow from bis county in
the Peni;entiary who really ought not
To be there.
$50 he SAYS, eh9" with a superior
smile, for the Belmont gentleman hay-
ing enjoyed the advantage of ten years
legislative experience wa inclined To
look upon new corners. like his Bytown
colleague, as unsophisticatcd, mere
chicks IN act in the ways of the world.
'Of course they are all victims Of cir
cumstanccs,' he continued, critically
balancing his cigar; ''ncver knew one
TO be guilty o! the crime for which he
was sent; in fact, 10 take their word
they are the most innocent body of men
ever collected together.
But Harley was not to be repulsed.
"Just 90 over with me and hear this
boys story for yourself
"Oh, I'll do that" was the careless
assent, Though | doubt If il will bear
examination But he. too. wastouched
by the simple story, and. urged on by
his friend. made immediate injuries
into the case. which confirmed the truth
of Fuller or Brainari's statement. and
the facts being laid before the Govern
or. Mr.. Harley had the pleasure be-
fore he left for home and Thanksgiving
OF walking down to the P~enitcntiary
with a pardon in his pocket, aud il is
doubtful If in all his full prosperous life
he had ever known many happier hours
than when young Brainard stood before
him once more a free man, his face
flushed with JOY, and his voice choked
with emotion, and putting in his h ild
the little purse that had been raised by
a few who had become interested In his
story, told him to take the next tram
for Massachusetts, and Thanksgiving.
The young man, clinging TO his hand.
exclaimed over and over again, ..Oh
Mr.. Harley, YOU don't know what this
is To me. Why, it is home and friends
and a chance in life again. Blu: how
q | ever thank You or ever repay o
for il all?'
by letting us know that you have
made Il man of yOurse,f-a sober, hon
est, honorable man."
Please God | will" was the falter-
ing nswer Il have had a bitter les
son. but it has been well learned" And
SO they Parted, the n to social pride
and position, to 4 rounding of the wears
pleasant success. made sweeter by this
truest of all charities, the charity of
helping the other To a returning akin 10
his of whom Christ taught, with the
treasures of growth and wears and op-
portunities spent and wasted, but with
the promise of n new and nobler life
opening before him. with that penitent
cry, Father | have sinned against
Heaven and in Thy sight"
An old brown farm house rested
snugly in a little hollow among the
Massachusetts hills. A quaint old
house with great chimneys, a sloping
roof and dormer windows, with tall
walnu trees swaying over it, and a
great bitter-sweet vine c~lambering over
the low caves and messy shingle roof.
It's clustering berries opening their a
let hearts under the keen frost-touches
There are clumps of great lilac and
snowberry bushes in the yard, and dry
stalks where hollyhocks and asters had
bloomed, with a few hardy marigoIds
still lingering in sunny corners. There
lie a garden at the foot of the ward, an
old-fashioned garden, with its broad
center walk down from the picket gate,
with a row of beehives under the plum
trees on one side and punches of CARA
way and anise, and fennel and dill. for
summer Sundays and winter seed-cakes
on the other, with a hedge of currant
and raspberry bushes, a spreading bar
berry In n corner, and a border of
sage and summer sayory and saffron
and p~ennyroyal. And in front of the
garden wide meadows. for the old house
stands amid its clustering barns, apart
from even the drowsy stir of the quiet
country road. with the heights of far,
blue mountainous hills lifting on the
north. and in the cas- a narrow glimpse
of the sea whose breaking surf NAV be
heard in storms or the stiffness of clear
nights. The entrance is up n shaded
grassy lane. whose gate rolling on
clumsy wooden wheels is seldom closed;
on the one side is the meadow, on the
other a stubble field of corn. and be-
yond that the orchard with interlacing
arches OF gnarled old trees. and out
from among these juice gathering roots.
bubbles a clear spring that trickles
down across the lane. into n sunken
messy trough where the horses are led
TO water and the cows love TO linger on
their way to the milking yard.
1t is Thanksgiving Day. cold and
grayly clear, with a thin pale sunshine
all the soft brown fields and russell
woods where the leaves of the oak and |
beech still cling, but the walnut trees
have long been bare. the lane is full OF |
the dry rustling leaves ofthe apple and
maple, and the thread of a brook muir
murs h~alf-ehoked by them, the bar
berrys gleam redder thaa ever among
their brown branches. as do the few un-
gathered apples swaying on high and
boughs. Ii is Thanksgiving
Day in the wide old kitchen where the
broad fireplace and brick oven stretch
behind the stove. and on the high
glisten shining brass candle
the floor white secured. and
whittier still by contrast with the heavy