Richland beacon., 1888-10-06
A Faith Cure That Worked
Br EMILY HEWITT LELAND.

that VIII Philip ascended the lonr fight of
stars leading TO The rooms in which he and
his vile Agnes had bravely KEPT house for
Two years.
lhc rooms were cllled "a hag" ty the
iahdiorI, bat this distinction did not Lessen
'bc wcaiisomeness Of the stairs, nor take
away 'he stuiiinc's Of the mantel-bcd, nor
i.ghtcn The d;ngincss Of the Gu.ly.ii.htcd
dining room.
VIII Phillip was q sub editor IN a large
daily newspaper published IN a low-lynp
lake shore city. lie had been Oh the saff
Tor foGr years, aud coming OF lGr,l-worl,Ipy,
ambitious New Eagar stock, ne had sp-
pied himself z:aloIslS 10 his york and
taken the fewcss anl Iriefcst breathing
Spells. Although being cou0try-tSrn and an
earnest lover OF nature. hs spirit now and
then, on tender spring day or q roya! eu.
iumn morning, woul stray aaaT 10 the hill
tops and thc woollan!s while hi, boly. AMI
40 lOubt !hc bu mess portion G, his brain
remained in the dusty slnclum patiently
poiGnt on through news summarize. aud
political weather signals.
Coming home on this chilly !ay evening.
he fsccndcd the stairs with BGticeably lag
Ring step and at the top paused a moment
FOR breath. In one hand hc carried little
BASKET o! trailing arbutus, and in the other
bundle OF exchanges for examin alton
during the evening Having gotten his
DrciiD he passed along the hail whstliny a
merry air, and knocked at his parlor door,
towing with mock ceremony yhen Il was
opened by II vIvacious little wonon clad In
graz gown and a large. white apron
"Onc Of Gods poems" he sail, extending
The basket so!cmnly.
'Tcs-so they arc,-so sweet--and the
io'eiy pink sori-and you are kind TO bring
'heih' dear Bat tell me why VOL whistle
is II Old S.anm againt" ani giving the loy.
ers an abient-mindel sniff, sh, sat them In
the midst of the small dinner table, and turn
I'd to her husband, putting her hands ON his
shoulders, m looking into lis eyes with
searching seriousness
'Gondness. can't a fellow whistlel,
NO, not your sort Of fellow, I've never
heard you whistle but four times since
we were married, aud on these occ as!ons
there was aiways some serious bother at
mana I'm getting to know you ,retty
thoroughly, nv chill! Come, confess al once,
and wen have dnner!"
oh, it's OF no consequence last noy-ru
'cI YOU later" laughing, and avert:ns bis
eyes. but not In tine to hide the sad and
wIs,ful look that lay at the bottom of their
genial brown depths
william Phillip, the longer you walt tho
more scared shall be! Has old Slamm dis
inherited you, or have YOU had bad news.
dear!"
oid slainm, let ii be understood was at
Inc DEAD of the editorial aud publishing iirm
and was given TO PERIODICAL attacks OF some. |
ihihy Bordering Oh hydrophob IA ttacks |
which never carried him quite of, but rem
Herei HIM exceedingly unp easant t. anyone |
within tn; radius of half mile. In these
'afN hours many an innocent head meekly
bowed before his storms OF abuse OF indig-
hantly t0wed Itself ou, OF his presence for.
'VeT' and alwa,s everybody trembled from
INC literary critic aud musical reporter down
20 the very newsboys who crow dcd around
he basement door, and waited tho birth Of
,hc earliest edition.
Weil-if you must know-lt isn't old
>lGmm, and 1t isn't bad ncws-.that is M, an
'erv bad. as the world goes Things cln
'"alS DC worse, YOU know. ] Just ran In TO
ce The big DIR. MacWithers. this morning.
'oou' some miserable stupid feelings I've had
lere lor Some time" tapping his chest, "and
ne long and short OF 1t Is that probably
'eiorc forty or fifty years more Of INV event
III lie have passed, III be going as Tom AMI
ID dii-Hoor fellows. But net for some time
hhu:-not Tor three years, perhaps Bless
our hcart"' and VIII pressed closely to his
'reast The head that had fallen upon It.
what sharp and anguished thoughts fash.
Il through that bowed head, what sudden
chse oi desolation and lifelong loss, all NAV
imagine who have had dealings with that
ieep!ng, fair-faced assassin-consumptjoni
For long m.lu.e the wife stood there her
rms lightly clasped about her beloved and
ooihcd one. Then she lifted her white face
nd-iaughcL 1t was not the happiest laugh
ihc world, but it had brave ring. And
ac shook her husband by the shoulders as If
g were some bad little boy who needed set.
ng TO rights.
"Dr. MacWithers doesn't know what he Is
Mixing about! / haven't doubt but he's one
these passive old pcssimists who think
'erything must take its course Bah! Don't :
pu iniDd what he saws! Poor Tom and Eb
-1gh't tri any remedies In time, and thcr
ad no one TO t.ht FOR them as will fight for
lu'-iroviding there is any occasion. Go get
ady Tor dinner, dear. Baked white fish and
'bn'us against the world!" nnl Mrs. Agnes
h'skcd away into the little kitchen. II her !.
ovcInents among the kettles and saucepans
ere somewhat agitatcd, and two wild hot
ars ieiI upon the bib Of her white apron, no
&c hnew. IL was calm aud hopeful house
lie who brought in the dinner, and cheer
III "ciiposicd cornrade who, after dinner
as cleared away. looked over the exchanges
III helped make up a fine column Of "W orld
aifsr S
Nv nat in tie world is the matter with
-the-Lumberman." inquired VIII Phil.
OF bis wife, some ten evenings later His c
ic had several brothers scattered about the
'si' aud IT was wills way to designate them 81
coraing to their various empoyments As G.
spoke he handed an open letter across the O
be q
'llc is well, hope" answered Mrs. Agnes r,
murcly. beginning to read, and her face b
htinS up as she glanced rapidly down the W
&C. "Why-an offer OF partner hip-iust Il
INK anu he really Is doing good business. ri
im-wan's man of brains-that's you!-a Z,
'ponsible and cvelhesded individual Il
ats you again Climate the healthiest in | p
United states-that's goo1! Living ex-
hses mere song-good again! No reason W
" comfortable competence should not be
''l@cd within five years-of course not, b,
al TO hear from you at earliest convent
&C. WHY, William Phillip Isn't this what
opls call honanzai" m
Il don't understand itr "
'What-thc numbering busiuessi" ro
No-the offer. Begging your pardon. linn. fr