Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1891-08-07


of use to others about you?'
Here Mrs. Johnson paused as if to give
the sick woman u chance to defend her.
self, but rs no reply came, she began
ayain:
The Lord has been good enough 10
give YOU plenty Of money, and you've
been piliny it up in the savin bank for
years, to keep from going to the poor
house, and after all you've got there!
Yes, this is ii kind Of II poor-house you're
in now, but Kate and are happy in it
or we would be if it wasn't for YOUR
yrumbiiny. And you're in IL powerful
poor-housc when you're ut homc-a real
mean poor-housc, too, where there aint
even comftablc victuas, nor fires, nor
anything else worth living for. low
you cant find a pOor-housc worse than
you're own; the law wouldn't permit it.
SO the time has come for you to spend
some OF the money you've been aboard.
in". cant buy the delicate, nourishin'
food you need, though you're welcome
as the air you breathe - the best Two
got, if it WAS only fitting. So you've
got 10 open Your heart and your pocket
book, and buy jclics and soups and
and fruits and oysters, and wood enough
To keep roaring hot fires, cause that
telephone pole is burned up, and
haven money enough to buy more. And
il you're afraid Kate aud me will yet
some Of the bcueiit, you can be carried
over home. Bu: whether you go or stay,
you've got TO buy the things you nccd!"
Mrs. Johnson said this with such firm
ness an'l So much with the air of loving
authority that she hal used to her friend
in the old long ago, that Mrs. barrow
felt queer uphcava within her heart,
and II sudden rush Of sweet memories OF
the dear, glad, innocent days OF her girl
hood.
"Iou'rc pretty hard Oil me, Rebecca,
bat | guess deserve it. never thought
before what : regular poorhousc was IL
living IN all the time, while was saving
and pinciing to keep from going to one.
".ind-an,l Rcbccc;t," she said, pa,is-
Ing tendcrly over the name by which she
used to call her friend, "do YOU think if
| begun clean over again and tried to
live us Il woman ought, that God could
forgive me and love me again"
unmindful of her rheumatic limbs,
Rcbecca dropped upon her knees by her
guests beside, and with great sob pu,
her arms around the lean, long neck.
son! know He would, Bessie-IIerl
make you all over again, ii you only let
Him.
She kissed the wrinklcd fucc, rs the
old-timc love TINT so long had slumbcrcd
burst into life again.
''Secm's like you've been gone nil
these years, aud just come back. dear
Bessie. - she whispered
81 feels il had been having ionr.
miserable nightmare, and's if YOU lust
come and walked me. Rcbecca, YOU
don't want to send Inc home now, do
YOU! siia'nt be so cross to Kate after
this. Somehow it made me feel bitter
and jealous 10 see how much YOU loved
each other, ami how happy you was,
even ii you was poor. And was mean
enough to think you was glad got hurt
with the telephone pole"
80 Bessie! how could youl" inter
rIptci Mrs. Johnson.
'3ut | was though, and wished Id
never seen the old pole; and now here
am thanking the Lord for letting it smash
me into your house. Ny mother used
10 say.
Gol moves in mysterious way,
His wonders 10 perform.
''lIe used that blessed old telephone
pole TO change my heart and bring me
back 10 lis fold
so Rebccca. how glad aml"-
Iowth's C0mpaaion.