Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1889-10-10
MAKING TEN TWENTY.


open bay-window where Mrs. Andrews
was engaged in setting to rights after
the house-warming of the night before.
Something else evidently occupied her
mind more than the bisque orna-
ment she was dusting, for she paused,
and looking dreamily out, said, half
aloud:
"What could he have meantp there
he comes now, | will ask him." and
she tluttered through the window down
to the entrance.
"What did you mean, doctorp" she
said, after they had exchanged greet
ings, "when you prayed last night
that we might use our house for Gods
gloryP'
what did the faithful servant do
with his lords talentsp" was the SEEM
ingly irrelevant reply.
"But you don't mean that a house is
a talentP"
What isp" said the pastor.
"Why, something that we can serve
Him with"
"And why not house, thenP"
why, don't know-but house is
just to make happy home"
EXACTLY, and that home is to radiate
in all directions, till the increase is like
the ten other talents"
"But howP" she asked, while her eyes
shone.
THAT can't tell; you will find ways
enough if you look for them"
All day Mrs. Andrews went around
among her pretty belongings with a
preoccupied air. The books, the
pictures, the curiosities from far-away
lands, all seemed to say, "How are you
to use usp"
Mr.. Andrews business as cotton
buyer and broker had taken him
abroad, and now, tired with wander
ing, they had come back to their old
home on the Chickasaw Bluffs, as Men,
phis used to be called, to settle down
again to quiet life.
"There is nothing like home, after
all, is therep" said he, as they sat on
the moonlit veranda.
"No, indeed" she replied, land l
hope nothing will come to make us
leave it again. But did you notice
what DR.. Martin said about our using
the house for Gods gloryP"
"Yes, | noticed it, but it passed out
of my mind"
"Well, he says house is talent,
and you must use it TO multiply it; but
how can one do itp"
you'll find way, l don't doubt"
he laughed.
ave been thinking" she said, slow
ly, "as God has given our darlings a
happy home, perhaps He means us to
open it to some one else's dear ones"
.'.Do you mean to adopt childp" her
husband said.
mo. l wasn't thinking of that"
"Well, is it gospel feastP Case OF
the lame, the halt etc. P"
NO." she answered; "that would be
a party, merely. That might come in,
though"
81 give it up then. am no Edipus.
You must read the riddle"
81 am not quite sure know myself,
but my idea was to take one evening
in the week, hunt out those who are in
need of home influences and have none,
and bring them into our home, and
make them feel that they belong some-
where. | don't want to be visionary,
but don't you think it might be done,
so as to brighten some cherries lives
and tighten some sad heartsP"
"My DEAR" her husband answered,
81 should have thought such place
the garden of Eden if it had been
opened to me when came here, for
lorn and homesick boy. with not soul
to care whether lived or died. But
that reminds me of card put into my
hands as l left the elevator"
He stepped inside the hall, read the
note, then laughingly put it into his
wife's hands.
"Dear Andrews" it ran, 81 wish you
would do something for Wright tonig ght.
l don't think there is much the mat
ter with him now, but he looks badly,
and will be ill if somebody don't look
after him. ! can but feel that we are
responsible for the clerks, so take him
in hand if you can. am off to New
Orleans in the morning."
There, Nan is something for you to
begin on. l will send him up to.
morrow"
The afternoon sun blazed on the
pavements as young man came
wearily down the street.
81 don't believe I'll go in after all"
he muttered. What does she care
about me, and my head aches now,n
and he turned back; but the idea OF
his steaming third-story room made
him hesitate, until the cool shadows
and the tinkle of the fountain drew
him on.
The faint bell-pull was not answered,
and, really unable to stand, he dropped
on the sofa in the hall and there Mrs.
Andrews found him asleep.
"Ohi" he exclaimed, starting up and
coloring furiously, '.pardon me-"
'It is l who must beg pardon for
keeping you waiting, but here is my
apology" and she handed him great
branch of Marechal Neil roses
"Oh, how delicious!' he exclaimed,
inhaling the fragrance.
"How tired you must get in the hot
cityP she said-noting his pallor, ow
that the flush had faded, and his tremu-
lous hand. Cant you get a vacation
and 60 home to your motherP"
Il have no home and no mother"
"My poor boy!" was the answer she
made; but her eyes, which filled with
tears, and the gentle clasp of her hand,
spoke more than words.
"Now, am going to give you a
curious prescription. and send you off
to take bath before tea-there is
nothing so refreshing. Mr.. Andrews
always has one when he comes from
town."
Half an hour after, rested and
refreshed. Calvin Wright came out on
the veranda to find tempting lunch
! of stra W berries and cream in snark