Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1881-09-29


out help from above. which you can al
ways have" said her mother. al didn't
say it was fair the missionaries should
suffer. / only said they would. and you
and can't help it,"
For few days things went mCre
smoothly. Once or twice. when Fred
was so very trying that the blood rush.
ed to Ewes face, she bit her lips and
said nothing. If you think that is easy,
try it once and see.
Fred began to wonder. and then he
went to thinking. Soon Eve discovered
he not only treated her with more re-
spect, but the missionaries also. The
very night before, he inquired with great
interest, ''if they had any news from
that chap over the wa er," and added ::
4 think you girls are regular bricks to
work for him. And now she was think
ing of all this, while Bridget leaned on
the fence and called her "haythen." She,
Eve Mcdowell, an officer in a missiona-
ry society, to be mistaken for heather
by poor girl who probably had never
heard missionary sermon in her life
Surely, Ewes dear society was suffering
for her sins, and she felt it as she never
did before.
That's a good onew laughed Fred.
Just tell that young cannibal, with my
compliments, he's got a sister haythen
over here, that I'll recommend as the
best in the business for getting spunky
on short notice"
Poor Evei Her cup was full. "Ohi
Fred. blame me if you like; but don't
talk so about the missionaries" And
she sobbed in such pitiful way that
Bridget's heart was melted, and Fred
felt he had done an IIninaIilv thing.
! "Sure, honey" said ihe conscience
smitten Bridget, Its blessed haythen
ye are; and it's meself that's sorry /
called We the same. Faith, yer hearts
been broke by that naughty by tain
lye."
Bnt Eve felt her society had suffered
for her sin, and she determined to suffer
for it. So she swallowed her pride, and
going up to Fred, said. bravely: please
forgive me, Fred; and I'll try and be
more like the missionaries want us to
be-"
What do you suppose Fred did I?
Laugh and make fun of her? Not a bit
of it. He put his arms around her neck,
kissed her, and said: You're trump.
1 Eve. II LuOSc Cdu uO db
much for a fellow rs they have for you,
just count me in. Here's my last nick
sl for that darkey over i'll Africa; and
If he goes back on you. now, I've my
opinion of him."
Bridget, for once, was speechless. Ii
teaching the heather could work such
miracles, then teaching the heather was
the thing to be done. One thing she re-
solved upon. The cOokey-box should be
filled to the brim, and an extra supply
of tarts, in which the young penitents
delighted, be their reward. -
| As for Fred's nickel, the missionaries
had won it, through. Eve. He was in
measure committed to them, and he
stood by his word. Great was the Joy
of Mr.. and Mrs. Mcdowell. and who can
tell the delight of Eve, when the next
missionary meeting came round, Fred
walked in cap in hand, and announced
his intention to 90 with them.
-Got nickel invested, and l propose
to see how this thing is rum" was his
somewhat irreverent remark.
Well, he went, and listened that night
as he never did before First, because
of the nickel invested; then, because lie
couldn't helpit. There was no dullness,
no long pauses. Men in earnest talked
of what they knew and felt; and one
brave woman, who had given her all for
Jesus. whose husband a died in far
off land, in the Masters service, spoke,
not of sorrow, but Of joy, and counted
herself rich, "haying nothing, yet pos
sessing all things" 1t was not all sad.
There were stories that made the boy
laugh before the tears were dry; and
when the tears did come, he forgot to
see who was looking, forgot to be
ashamed-in fact, forgot himself. He
recognized the truth that 1t took pluck
to face the music as that little woman
did, and had the frankness to doubt if
he possessed rs much. He didn't find
at once the reason for this courage; but
he never rested till he did. He met Eve
on the stairs, on his way to bed, and,
pausing to bid her good night, he added
"CUunt me in for nickel month, for
they run that thing to my liking" AS
for Eve, looking out upon the stars, with
smile upon her face the angels were
glad to see, she said to herself: This
must be what our minister would call
my first missionary experience, and ]
like it."