Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1888-11-10
A Faith Cure Tat Worked.
By EMILY HEMIrfLELANn.


stairs leading to the roomlu which he and
his wife Agnes had brawy kept house for
two years.
The rooms were sllles''a fat" By the
landlord, but this dis.inctIa did not lessen
the weari5omeness C. the stairs, nor take
away the stuffiness OF th mantel-bed nor
tighten the dnginess ofEthe dimly-lighted
dining room.
VIII Phillip was a subultor in q large |
daily newspaper publishe in low-lYing
lake shore city. He had ben on the staff
for four years. and coming OF hard-working |
ambitious New England tock, he had ap-
piled himself zeaIously b his work and |
taken the fewest aud Hiefest breathing |
spells. Although being coantry-born and an |
earnest lover of nature, hi spirit now and |
then, on tender spring dt or royal au-
tumn morning, woull straY away to the hill |
tops and the woodlands While his body, and
no doubt the business portion OF his brain,
remained In the dusty anctum patiently
plOdding on through newt summaries and
political weather-signals.
Coming home on this chilly May evening,
he sscended the stairs withE notIceably lag
ging STEP and at the top paused a moment
for breath. In one hand LIE carried a little
basket of trailing arbutus, tnd in the other
a bundle of exchanges for examination
during the evening Having gotten his
breath, he passed along the hall whistling a
merry air, and knocked at his parlor door,
bowling with mock ceremony when it was
opened by vvaciou5 little women clad in
gray gown and large, white apron.
"One Of Gods POEMS" he said, extending
the basket soemnly.
"Yes-so they are $50 sweet-and the
lovely pink sort-and you are kind to bring
them dear. But tell me why you whistle
is It old Slamm again ~ and giving the flow
ers an abseut-mnded sniff, she sat them in
the midst of the small dinner table, and turn
ed to her husband putting her hands on his
shoulders, and looking into his eyes with
searching seriousness.
''Goodnessl can't fellow WhlstIem
mo, not your sort of felowl I've never
heard you whistle but four times since
we were married, and on these occ asions
there was always some serious bother at
hand Pm getting to know you pretty
thoroughly, my childl Come, confess at once,
and Wen have diuuer"
ION, it's Of no consequence Just now-ru
tell you later" laughing, and avertng his
eyes, but not in time to hide the sad and
wistful look that lay at the bottom OF their
genial brown depths.
'William Phillip, the longer YOU walt the
more scared l shall bel Has old Slamm dis
inherited you, Or have YOU had bad news
dear?"
Old Slanm, let it be understood was at
the bead Of the editorial and publishing firm,
and was given to periodical attacks Of some
thing bordering on hydrophobia-at taciss
which never carried him quite off, but rel
dered him exceedingly imp easant to anyone
within the radius of half a mile. In these
dark hours many an innocent head neezlY
bowed before his storms of abuse or indig-
nantIy bowed Itself out Of his presence for
ever; and always everybody tremblel, from
;he literary critic and musical reporter down
10 the very ueTshGrS who crowded aryrSla1
{ the Dasemcnt door, and waited the birth of
the earliest edition.
Well-if you must knoT-it sn't old
Slamm, and 1t Ism I bad news-that is not 80
very bad as the world goes Things can
always be worse, YOU know. just ran 10 to
see the big DR.. MacWthers. this morning,
about some miserable stupid feelings I've had
here for some time" tapping h chest, ''and
the long and short Of It is that grobably
before forty or dftg years more Of roy eVeut-
ful life have passed, TIL be going as Tom ami
Ed did-poor fellows! But not for come time,
childl-not for three years, perhaps. Bless
your hcartw and VIII pressed closely to his
breast the head that had fallen upon it.
WHAT sharp AMI anguishel thoughts IA
- \ Go5OlEgIon and lifelong loss, all may
Imagine who have had dealings with that
cToap'ng, fair-faced assassin-consumPtio
For long minute the wife stood there, her
arms tightly casped about her beloved and
doomed one. Then she lifted her white face
and-Iaughed. 1t was not the happiest laugh
In the world, but it had a brave ring. And
she shook her husband By the shoulders as if
he were some bad little boy who needed set
ting to rights.
"Dr. MacWithers doesn know what he IS
talking about I haven doubt but he's one
Of these passive old pessimlsts who think
everything must take lis course, BAIL Don't
you mind what he saYsI Poor Tom ana Eb
didn't try any remedies IN time and they
had no one to fight for them as l will fight for
v
ready for dinner, dcarI Baked whitehsh and
arbutus against the world" and Mrs, Agnes
yhisked away into the little kitchen. II her
movements among the kettles and saucepan5
were somewhat agftated, and two wild hot
Gears fell upon the bib of her white apron, no
ne knew. 1t was calm and hopeful house
wife who brought in the dinner, and cheer
and well-postcd cumrlde who after dinner
was cleared away, looked over the exchanges
and helped make up fine column Of "H ORD
wallis"
"What In the world is the matter with
Jmmy-the Lumbermanl" inquired VIII Phil
liz Of bis wife, some ten evenings later. His
wife had several brothers scattered about the
west, and 1t was Wills way to designate them
according to their various empioyments As
he spoke he handed an open letter across the
table.
Gle is we'll / hope" answered Mrs. Agnes
demurely, beginning to read, and her face
lighting up as she glanced rapidly down the
page. "Why-an offer of partnership-just
think! and he really is doing good business.
Hum-wants a man Of brans-that's you Ia
responsible and level-headed individual
that's you againl Climate the healthie7t in
the United States-that's g0oIi Living eX-
penses a mere song-good againl No reason
why a comfortable competence should not be
realized within five years-of course nOtl
Glad to hear from you at earliest convent
ence. Why William Phillip Isn't this what
people call q bOnanza!n