Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-01-17
CHAPTER III.
AT cHURcH-rHE MooNL1r WALK.


 AT CHURCH-THE MooNIIr wAIK
 Warren Stuart regarded the girl as commonplace mortal, and yet there was something little more than com mon about her. He seldom saw her, save at mealtime, when she came in to wait upon the table. She knew 8 serv- ants place, and kept it. She was mod est almost to shyness, and seldom spoke, never unless compelled to do so. Com monplace as he"supposed her to be. he one day thought he discerned a poetic sadness in the large, dark blue eye, as she stood like one in reverie. The kitchen work at Stuart's was no very small matter, and it required all her time and energy to accomplish her part. She was nearly always busy, and frequently when he saw that sad worn face, and tired little form, he felt sympathy for her.
 One evening after the days work was done, he was passing the kitchen where Helen would insist on staying, and heard her engaged in an animated conversation with her brother. It was a simple conversation such as a child might understand about Heaven. Lit tie Amos was asking his sister if he should be relieved of his infirmities there, and whether or not he would see his mother and father. The answers of the girl were low and sweet, assuring the little cripple that he would suffer no pain there, and would meet those who had gone before. Simple and common place as the conversation was, it had something about it which affected War ren.
 It was Warren's intention to remain at home during the summer, and early in the fall seek a location to enter into the practice of his profession. It was now the busy season for farmers, and he did not meet many of his former friends and acquaintances. The second Sunday after his return was the day for preaching in the Sandy Fork school house. The Methodist had taken this in one of their circuits, and sent Rev. Allen Blaze, 8 famous "gospel pounder" to preach there once a month The school-house was about three fourths of mile from MT. Stuart's and down the creek known as Sandy Fork It was well hidden in the trees and the road to it led through the forest. The new preacher was very popular and his audiences were always large. Not unfrequently the school-house failed to hold them and many stood outside ct the door and windows. =
 Peter Stair, the peddler, had been his rounds and dropped in" at the Stu arts the night before the Sunday on which MT. Blaze was to preach.
 "You'd better go'n hear him." said Peter to Warren. "He's 8 regular stormer, I tell ye. He can make things blaze, too. His sermons are all wool, handmade and warranted not to fade. You can hear one on Sunday, and it'll keep a ringin' through yer ears all the rest O the week just like one tune at dance. Besides, some times he fairly lifts feller out O his boots. He raises ye so high ye can most git a bird's-eye view O the New Jerusalem.
 Warren consented to go, and the next morning the horses were hitched to the wagon, himself, his father and mother and sister got in and drove of to the school-house. The other two boys went on horseback, preferring g gallop through the woods to the ease and comfort of any wagon or carriage
 ''Why, helloa! Warren, how are youP' II