The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-21

week, Tor tongues arc not slow OF speech IN
fuch small t0sns. And once ne had heard
Il declare, Hope Whitney's old cloak is a
disgrace 10 our church / should think, With
her wages. abe might dress BETTER
1t was just at the close OF the morning eer-
vice, sBd. not waiting to near more, hs
pssfed 70 where Hope was standing sur
rounded by bevy Of children.
Good morning, Miss Whitney" putting
out his land. Il have been looking toward
the school house with longing eyes for a
number o. weeks"
"You Med no longer lock, bat come"
Hope respor dec, gracefully. Tine children
would be deligbred'
"And Mis- Whitney, he questioned.
Would also be pleased"
Thanks"
1t was not much; bat IL answered The
sound of her voice. tue touch of her hand,
fingered with him for days
"You see," Grandmother Harris was say.
ing, they were going to take me- to the
Poor house, because in the winter Get the
rheumatic SO bad / can't work. One day,
when 1 was feeling go discouraged was 1T
to die, along came little Hope. / always
call her little Hope because have known
her so long. Why, sir, / was there when she
was born and did all I could to cheer up her
broken hearted mother. And 1 was there
didn't forget these things, though it's no
more than 1 have done for many others, aud
it's no more than Christ tells Us to do"
She paused moment. as though Lost in
thought.
bat. as l was saying little Hope heard
what was going on, and she came up through
the dreadfuIest storm to ssv that 1t shouldnt
be. And when she went away. was richer
by $50 than when she came. And il isn't the
last she's done But, bless me, promised
not TO tell where the money came from"
Have no fear" Robert Dean replied;
"your secret is SAFE"
II hope SO. And anyway feel better to
guilty to take the child's money. and she
wearing her old clothes when all the rest of
The girls were having pretty furbelows. But
she would have 1t so, and it would have
been dreadful hard to have left the old
place, as poor as il is. You can't think
about the hopes that lie down among them
old scrsggy liiacs In the yard. For wnen
planted them l bad my children with me,
dear little creatures, running about as hap
Nv az birds. But what's the use of crying?
shall have them sgsin before me-"
When she talked IL seemed to Robert Dean
that the room was full of Hopes presence.
Ii touched the synoke-s0led walls and the
plain furniture with a strange SORT of glory,
ss the brush of the artist transforms the un
slightly canvass into a thing of living beauty.
BE Was strongly moved. He could have
kDelt at that Old womsn's feet and thanked
Der for the words soc had uttered.
But he did what was Infinitely wiser. He
lstt in her hard at parting that VIII ch ke pt
her for many q day, aud, hiding his ~ away
IN bis hesrt he only said:
DO not he troubled about the future.
You shall never want while live
The Sunday evening following his sermon
~ Gal -
On filed before God and the Father is this:
To visit the fstherless and the widows IN
their ffiictioD, and to keep ones self IN.
spotted from the world
a new meaning Law behind his words,
which thrilled the hearts of hs hearers He
ad been cleaning in great field OF life, and
had come back burdened with shesve5. His
vision of life and its labor had widened-ths
worker was growing with the work.
When Hope reached tue outer door OF the
church she was aware that severe storm was
almost upon them. She hastened her steps,
but suddenly voice that set her pulses beat.
il said, close beside her:
Take my arm, Miss Whitney; the storm
CONES on rapidly
Even as be spoke the rain dashed in tor
rents Hope turned her face with little
gasp and hid 1t against his arm, as vivid
flash OF lightning illuminated the earth.
he forgot the stcrm-forgot everything but
the woman beside him and the love that
mastered him.
He stood stood still and gathered her to
his heart with swift, passionate movement.
"Oh, Hope, IL l may always shelter you
Can you trust me, dear?"
can not tell you her answer for the
winds blew her low words away from all ears
save his own. But this much I can tell you,
that when Msytime hung her blossoms
upon tree and vine, there was a
Wedding in that little church one sun. filled
day. And amid all the envyings and
regrets and Iejoioings no heart of all the
lockers on beat with such deep Joy and
blessings as Grandmother Harris, as In her
black dress, she eat in an easy chair near the
altar, where stood the dainty, whire robed
bride. taking upon herself the responsibility
of minister's wife.
Years have passed since that bright day.
Grandmother Harris is with her children,
and her little, brown, gabled house has
given place to a nicer new one. Aud the
lilacs with the dear hopes hidden smong the
roots have long ago been consumed to ashes.
Through all the changes and into the hig,,
places where the hearts of the people have
placed him, Robert Dean has ever been able
tn say of his wife. as did Wendell Phillips OF
his: "She ia my inspiration"
Good. For. Nothipps