The San Saba news. [volume] (San Saba, Tex.) 1873-1966, 1889-11-01
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never let tritles interfere with my churcl
duties. 1 believe I have been when 9th
ers would have wrapped themselves il
iannels and gone to bed have tina
much affection for the courts of tn
Lords house. And what heavenly ser
mon we had last Sabbath, Mrs. Abby
have thought of it all the week. I d.
think we ought to be thankful to thu
Lord for sending US Brother Drewson
His words are indeed sharp as a two
edged sword"
During a confidential tete-a-tete, Mrs
Brown managed to give hint at what
she thought the wholesale imperr;nenct
of the girl in the shop toward the work
people.
'oh, Delia's sharp" said Mrs. Grey,
with gratifed little laugh, ''that's why
I keep her. Do you know pay her ex-
ira for that very quality2 l assure you
it's the most terrible thing to deal with
these shop women. They shirk and sham,
and tell all manner of lies to get excused,
and do their work abominably at the best.
You've no idea what trying business it
is on that account. If it didn't pay me
pretty WE'LL" she added, complacently,
''Td give it up tomorrow. But Della,
dear me, she's perfect treasure-knows
Just how to deal with that sort of people.
You see there's no getting along with
them assure you, unless you're right up
and down with them"
Mrs. Browns heart ached as she
thought of the neat, grave-looking woman
with her quivering lip and silvery hair,
stabbed to the very quick by that coarse,
unfeeling creature behind the counter.
is this girl-a-professor ofreligion2
asked Mrs. Brown, with some hesitation.
"Why, no" replied Mrs. Grey, turn
ing red; that's all have to try me. Della
IS honest and all that, but l don't think
she has found hope She is with Ipe
now, however, altogether, and I trust
that may be the means of her salvation.
Do you believe Brother Drew Will get
welll" she queried, shrewdly changing
the subject.
''Now what do you think of Mrs.
Greyl" asked Mrs. Brown, as the two
friends gained the street.
''I'm afraid she is sacrificing he religion
on the shrine of Mammon, was the re-
ply. II have always thought so very
highly of her, l can't bear to change my
opinion. Still have seen with my own
eyes and heard with my ears what 1 would
not have believed as hearsay.n
Zone of our church poor lives here,
said Mrs. Brown, as they turned into a
lonesome street lined with poor houses
that were filed with poor tenants hall
we call upon herr" Mrs. Abby signifed
that it would be pleasing to her, and they
entered the creaking door of one of the
tallest houses, where, after toiling up
three pair of wretched stairs they came
to a room in which a thin, pallid woman
sat, making caps at the rate of sixpence.
She arose with a smile, extended her
thin hand, checked down a hard, dry
cough as she asked them to be seated,
and TO excuse her as she must go on with
her work, ''for you see, promised them
at five this afternoon, and I work for
Mrs. Grey, of our church. She's a good
woman, I've no doubt-only she don't
know by experience what the poor have
to suffer, and that, perhaps, makes her
hard on US. But she pays me a little
more than she does the others
"That's a sad case in the other room, "
she went on, IA dreadful sad case. It's
Mrs. Acton, widow woman, as good
soul as ever I knew, and she's a poor
consumptive girl to support. Maria
works in spite of her weakness all she
can; but this week she couldn't seem to
get up strength. So Mrs. Acton she had
some nice work and had to make the
button-holes herself. She's been longer
than usual about it too, and daresay ac-
tually we~ts the money to buy bread.
went l. stay with Maria while she was
gone ana the poor soul came back COM
pletely crushed. She threw the work
down and burst into tears. Maria was
frightened. and when her mother told
her that the button-holes would all have
to be picked out, it threw her into such
a fit of trembling and coughing that she
burst a blood vessel and now suppose
the poor thing is barely alive. Mrs.
Crews a very hard woman sometimes, but
I don't know as she would be if she knew
the circumstances-Ih hope not
Mrs. Abby and Mrs. Brown exchanged
glances.
'Gf was only able to do them button
holes" said the poor spinster, hurrying
her own work, "but by the time I've
done with these, my eyesn just be good
for nothing"
"Suppose we call upon this poor wild
ow," said Mrs. Brown, wiping the tears
from her eyes.
''she'd take it kindly, I'm sure, " re-
piled the poor sister, into whose hand
Mrs. Abby slipped something as they
parted, well rewarded by the quick look
Of gratitude that flushed the woman's
features.
Knocking at crazy door, the two
were admitted into a darkened room,
destitute Of carpet, almost Of any kind of
furniture save large bedstead, on whose
thin mattress laid a form that seemed al
ready prepared for the grave.
my poor child" whispered the
grieved mother, as they went forward to
look at the sleeping girl, 1.-THE doctor
says she can't last long"
Il saw you in Mrs. Grey's shop, whis-
pered Mrs. Brown. The woman started
"a red shame painted her cheeks for
"Ol did you, ma'am?" she cried, bit
ing her lips; "did you hear how that
girl spoke to met and have been in bet
ter circumstances. While my husband
lived I had plenty-while my parents
lived had everything. o. it is bitterl"
she struggled against the tears, but they
would come; she hid her face in her
hands.
"Give me your work" said Mrs.
Brown gently, as soon as she could speak.
81 will pay you now-take it home and
make the button-holes myself, and then
see Mrs. Grey about it. am well
acquainted with her, and when she under
stands the ease l think it will be less
hard for you. Here is my card-send
somebody to my house tonight have
some little delicacies which keep for the
sick"
"God bless you, madam-God bless
you-and ] know He will" cried the