The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1888-08-18

N was late, and the church bell was ring
Ing for evening services when he reached
home. lie had been trained 10 regularity
In his attendance At church, 90 he FASTENED
away % the small house where the good
people Of Turkeys Point met 20 worship
Like most churches tho members were NJ.
al as good as they should have been, and
even pretended 10 be.
There he saw Tom Simmons and George
Btrong, both belonging 10 the same dcnOmi-
nation, who broke the bread Of life and
slipped tho emblem Of tho blood ofthc atone
ment on the holy Sabbath, and next day be-
gan anew their hostilitics and opposition 10
each others plans.
Like one Ia the midst Of delightful
dream ana wholly Oblivious 20 surround
ings, Allen sat throughout the entire ser
mon. The preacher lost n the fog Of his
own argument, was striving 10 wade
through some mystical proposition, which
he did not clearly understand himself, and
Allen might be excused from attempting 10
follow him.
That night angels, with tho sweetest
songs mortal cars had ever heard, lowered
over Allen Gray's bed. Masses Of golden
hair and eyes Of heavens own blue wero
about him. One dearly beloved vision was
nearer than my Of the Othors. Her angelic
face had upon 10 an expression Of mingled
pain and dread. In his great fear OF losing
her lac stretched forth his hand mplOring her
10 remain Reason, even ina sleep, seemed
10 say that IT. was only creation Of his
Imagination result OF IA dreaming
fancy quickcncd by his recent interview
with the pretty girl from the mysterious
house. n was the sad faco Of Bertha, but
Oh, how lovclyi All night long sho seemed
ever with him, and when ho awOlic her
image was still In his mind.
AZ his Office, wherever hc went, he saw
that sad, pale, sweet face.
"Tm armln' for the fight" said George
Strong, on entering the Office that evening.
"How what do you mean, Mr.. Strong"
asked Allen.
ave got my fightin' rig on; I'm In tho
field IN yoarncst, an I'm a-gwinc 10 mako
the race, hit or miss; I'm bound 10 be
sheriff"
"Will you have any opposltimr
"Coursc will" he answered, while his
face grew dark "Pll have opposition as
long as nc an l both livc.n
"To whom do you rofcrw
"Tom Simmons. Hos my evil genius.
Whatever undertake nc trics 10 head me
OF. ri I'm about maxim IA trade an no
finds IL out hc spilcs IL. I've made many "A
dickcr no knew nothin' about, and guess
Two spoiled about as many trades for him
"a he has for mo"
81 don't think he viii be your opponent
Mr.. Strongn
"Oh, yes he will" was the firm reply.
"Ho's alters been in my way, and alters will.
l want you 10 stand by me"
"For sheriff."
"Ycsn
"You do not intend running for any other
object"
mo"
"You won't ask mo TO support you for
any thing except shcriiIl"
mo, air, | won't"
"Well, Mr.. Strong, | think when tho
time comes | will Hvo you my support. l
havo determined that tho Western Rspubl.c
shall be m independent periodical, and !
shall favor homo man for sheriff"
That's ull right, gin us your hand ont"
said Mr.. Strong, shaking Aliens hand
warmly.
With hopes greatly revived he left tho
oficc.
81 believe II hc had known that Tom
Simmons intended being "a candidate for
tho Legislature ho would have forcgono his
desires for sheriff in order 10 beat his en-
cmy.n
That same day Tom Simmons entered
the editors sanCtum 20 announce thathc,
too, had decided 10 arm himself for tho con
tliCt
"It's no use 10 wait longer, I'm goln' 20
know the very worst right now," said the