The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-05-09

as II these prfycrs were about TO b
answered.
ode debil was one Of de great
angels" went ON Brother Smith. more
intent upon thrilling his audience than
upon sequence Of discourse. ..An' he
fight wild God for de sinner man! De
debil no fight and de angels dey fight
Dey fight wild dc dragoon! But I tell
you. bredrcn. de debbil Is de mightiest
Of dem all! think see himl" jump
ing aloft and shrilling and painting.
II think see him a-hghtin' wild Godl
/ think see him a fallin' from hebbenl
/ think l see him fallin' down! !
think / SEQ him a-goin' down, a-goin'
down! Down! Down! Oh. my God!'
breaking into a chant. ''Oh. my GodI
/ think see. think 500"
''Hi!" yelled a sister.
Lord, Lord, hab mercy"
Eunice. convulsed, had started to her
feet and was shuffiing and swaying to
the accompaniment OF all the starched
skirts.
sinners!' oxhorted Brother Smith. who
had shrieked himself hoarse. RE
member tole you de debbil mighty
angel and he got you-he got you suah.
befoh you knows it! He one OF de
great angels--yes Yes! I shouldn't
wonder If he be one OF do cherubeem
angels!'
Lord hab mercy"
Eunice was dissolved in tears. Reck-
less OF her 6nery-of Miss Vernon
Leigh's green India silk, with the vines
OF pink rosebuds-she had thrown her.
self on her knees before the mourners'
bench, the bench OF the 'seekers. !"
Brother Smith had come down from
his platform, remarkably composed
and business-like after all his emotions.
and was exhorting each OF the weep
ing women prone on the ground near
the altar, while the congregation in
toned rousing hymn. Eunice, after
being the most no count gal" in
Hominy Groye)and the most "puffed
out with pride" and the love of fine
clothes-whether belonging to herself
or to whomsoever it might be most
convenient to steal from-had, sudden
ly, in short become seeker" anx-
ious to repent to Fellowship"
Now, it happened that while Broth
err Smith was doing 30 much good
work at Hominy Grove Church bitter
tears were being shed for different
cause ut big house with pilasters in
'front.' not more than two miles away.
What has happened to ColonelP"
said Captain Leigh, looking up over
his batter cakes at the. supper table.
They say he's going away" His
humorous old eyes turned to his daugh-
ter's white-rose face. Either his dulled
imagination had had sudden youthful
renascence or 1t was more of white
rose face than usual.
II did not know that Colonel SENS
was going away" said Vernon. Her
fingers were so limp and cold, surely
every one at the table must see how
hard it was to hold knife and fork.
Oh, for the silence and the shelter OF
her own room! wy
They were reached at last and the
white rose hung upon broken stem
in verify, now. No more superb
little airs of the head and shoulders;
no more elaborate disdain; no more
mute sayings to that little determined
ache in her hearts What care Up"
He was going. She had sent him
away. He would never, never come
back.
Neverp Was there no way, no way
at all, to keep him-to bring him
backp
Oh, his letter! Passionately impa-
tent, the poor pretty, cold fingers be-
gan to upturn the contents Of drawers,
of clothe presses. Where-where was
that India silk gown with the pink
rosebuds which she had worn that last
afternoon they had walked togetherp
1t was pretty gown and he liked it
and the letter was in the pocket Of 1t,
and she had scorned him-scorned him
SO that she had not deigned to draw 1t
out or touch it since.
But alas, it could not be touched
now! The green silk with the rosy
vines had disappeared. The big
southern house had been open all day
and she in another part of it, and there
was negro revival at Hominy
church. 1t was not difficult to realize
just how the India frock had vanished.
Vernon Leigh threw herself down
and wept. What cared she for the
India silk, even though 1t were her
very prettiest gown? All her wardrobe
might have gone to Hominy church
for good and for ever II only. II only
her letter had not gone, too! Now
she could not send 1t to him. And
that one little act would have been
the one and sole one which would have
brought him back.
At three o'clock the next morning
while the first little cold breath, pre-
curor OF the dawn. was creeping up
through the pines, Eunice. with the
other converted sinners who had grow
eled before the bench and been prayed
over and sung to since eleven the night
before, crawled out into the grove. a
much rumpled and tear-stained figure.
The blue feather had lost Its crispness
and the starched skirts their assertive-
ness. But, after all, 1t was the India
silk gown that had suffered most, which
fact however, did not prevent that,
when at sunrise Miss VermOn IeiUh