The Somerset reporter., 1890-01-16
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homelike air peryading every nook and
corner, far enough removed from the
great thoroughfare TO avoid the glare of
the city, but not too far to be easily &C
cessible.
A group of magnolias cast their shad-
ows and fragrance over the open bay
window where Mrs Andrews was en-
gagged in setting things to rights after
the house. warming of the night before.
Something else evidently occupied her
mind more than the bisque she was dust
ing, for she paused, and looking dreami-
ly out, spoke half aloud.
Ivy hat did you mean, DOCTOR" she
said, after they had exchanged greet
ings, "when you prayed last night that
we might use our house for Gods
glory?"
What did the faithful servant do with
his Lord's talents?' WAS the seemingly
irrelevant reply.
But you don't mean that house is
talent?9
What ISL" said the pastor.
why, something that we can serve
Him with"
And why not house, thens'
why, | don't know, but house Is
just to make u happy home"
Exactly, and that home is to radate
in all directions till the increase is like
the ten other talents
But how?' she asked, while her eyes
shone.
That l cant tell you; you will find
ways enough, if you look for them. ."
All day Mrs Andrews went around her
pretty belongings with apreoecasied air
The books, the pictures, the curiosties
from far-away lands, all seemed to say,
How are you going to use usf'
Mr.. Andrews business as cotton buy
er and broker had taken him abroad, and
now, tired with wandering, they had
come back to their home on Chickasaw
Bluffs, as Memphis used to be called, to
settle down again to quiet HE.
There is nothing like home, after all,
is there?" said he as they sat on the
moonlit Veranda.
NO, Indeed she replied; land | hope
nothing will come to make us leave ii
again. But did you notice what DR..
Martin said about us using the house for
Gods glory?"
Yes, noticed it, but it passed out of
my mind"
"Well. he says house is talent, and
we must use it to multiply it, but how
can one do it,"
you'll find a way, don't doubt, .
laughed he.
1--WE been thinking she said slowly,
las God has given our own darling hap
Ply home, perhaps He means US to open 1t
to some ones dear ones
DO YOU mean to adopt child? her
husband said.
No, wasn't thinking of that.
"Well, is it q gospel feast-care OF the
lame 1.-The halt, etc y
No. she answered that would be a
party merely. That might come in,
though"
Il give it up then. l am not an Edi-
pus. You must read the riddle
II am not unite sure | know myself,
but nv idea was to take one evening in
the week, hunt out those who are In need
of home influence and have none, aud
bring them into our home, and make
them feel that they belong somewhere.
| don't want TO be visionary, but don't
you think it might be done, so as to
brighten some cherries lives, and hight
Ell some sad hearts,
NV dear" her husband answered. 81
should have thought such place the
Garden of Ellen if it had been opened To
me when came here forlorn and home
sick boy, with not soul to care whether
lived or died. But that reminds me OF
card put into my hands as l lett the
elevator
He stepped inside the hall, read the
note. then laughingly put it into his
wife's hands.
Dear Andrews" IL ran, Il wish you
would do something for Wright tonight.
[ don't think there is much the matter
l.; hnt h.
will be i'll If somebody don't look after
him. can but feel rs if we were re-
sponsibe for the clerks, SO take him in
hand if YOU can. | am OFT TO New Orleans
in the morning.
"There. Nan. Is something for you to
begin on. I'll send him out to morrow.
The afternoon sun blazed upon the
pavement as a young man came YEARLY
down the street.
II don't believe I'll go in, after all he
muttered. "What does she care about
me and my headaches now, and he turned
back but the idea of his steaming, third
story room made him he ,itate, until the
cool shadow and the tinkle of the foun-
tain 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"
IL is who must beg pardon for keep
ing YOU waiting, but here is my apology,
and she handed him a great branch Of
Mare chsl Neil roses,
.ob. how delicious :" he exclaimed, In
haling the fragrance. -.
"How tired YOU must get In the CITY,"
she said. noting his pallor-now that the
flush had faded-aud his tremulous hands.
Cant YOU get vacation, AMI go home
to your mother''
II have no home, and no mother
MY poor boy ~ was all the answer she
made; but her eyes, which were 1iled
with tears. aud the gentle clasp OF her
hand, spoke more than words.
Now, am going 10 give you curious
prescription, and send you oil to take
bath before tea; Their. Is nothing so re-
freshing. Mr.. Andrews always has one
when he comes from town."
Half an hour later, rested and re-
freshed, Calvin Wright came out upon the
veranda to find TEMPTING lunch of
strawberries aud cream In sparkling cut
glass dishes awaiting him, and he dropped
into the soft-cushioned chair with sigh
of pleasure. Ambrosial berries they were
to him; at least he told the boys that
night that he had been In paradise.
The dainty tea-tahle with Its exquisite
napery, and its quaint, delicate old china,
wss . revelation to the boy who had
known nothing but third-rate boarding
house fare, to say nothing Of the white
robed figure at the head, and the earnest
souled man who heaped his plate with
delicacies, and brought forth his rich
conversational powers to entertain bis
guest, as II he had been the highest In
the land, instead Of the younget clerk In
the elevator.
"Oh, WE'LL" thought the boy, "they are
lrch, and have always had everything
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