The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1891-09-18

full, as rule. Two or three have made
brilliant regulations at the bar, one is an
eminont surgeon, and several are enor-
mously rich, like Jack Horsley. P'-he
stopped, rose, and walked nervously to
the window. 81, with house full of
children, am starving on six hundred a
year." he broke forth, passionately.
Mrs. Morgan did not answer at once.
Usually her faith burned bright and
clear. But she was human, and she had
seen Mrs. Horsley's butler glance at her
gown tonight recognizing it as one of
his mistress's and Mrs. Horsley had
amused her by showing her her little
girls Partisan toilettes for the
coming winter. Mrs. Morgan turned
over the dainty CONNECTIONS, smiling,
thinking of her own girls patched shoes.
"Why," she thought, "should this
child be wrapped in velvet and lace, while
mine have not flannel to keep them from
the cold?'
The question is as old as the world; so
is the doubt that looked out of the eyes
of wife and husband as they faced their
lives that night.
''Do not tell me that I made a mis-
take!' he said, almost fiercely, turning
on her. 81 chose to serve God, instead
of making money. 1 thought 1 was
right"
"You were right, Will" But her tones
were dull and cold. ''Let us go to sleep
now. wish we had not come here. l
am glad we are going back tomorrow"
They were at breakfast the next morn
ing; the shabby little trunk had been
sent to the station. The world probably
looked differently to them both in the
healthy morning light. Mrs. Morgan's
blue eyes had regained something of
their happy calm. She was watching
little Lucy Horsley critically, and think
ing that her own girls had stronger
muscles and stronger brains with which
to meet the world. Life had compensa-
tion-just balances after ALL Her hus-
band was talking to Mr.. Horsley.
81 asked Tom Hare about his family"
he said, 'but he evaded the question"
mo wonder! He had son who went
to the dogs. So did Caridon's boy. The
usual story of American lads, born to
huge fortunes, launched on life without
work or sense of responsibility and a
vast sum to spend! Your sons, Will,
have tremendous advantage in being
poor, with education, high principle, land
the necessity upon them of exertion.
You may not see it, but it is true"
81 had not seen it, said Mr.. Morgan
with sudden laugh, which seemed to
come out from his heart L do see it
now"
Before they had finished breakfast the
waiter came up to Mr.. Morgan.
"a lady to see you, sir, told her you
were going to leave town in a fe min
utes and were engaged, but she was very
urgent"
The clergyman rose hastily and went
down to the library. A woman, plainly
but comfortably dressed, stood waiting
for him, evidently controlling some deep
emotion.
81 will not detain you, Mr. Morgan,
but may never have the chance to speak
to you again. have something to tell
you"
81 am in no haste. Be calm," he said,
kindly
II must tell you. owe my life-I owe
more than my life-to you. was a
poor seamstress, ill-paid, hungry, wretch
ed. A married man who said he loved
me offered me home. was in Harris
burg then. oh, if you only knew what
the temptation was to me! l was so
weak, so tired, tired! There was COM
fort, luxury. had nobody, not even a
friend, to be ashamed by my disgrace.
There was nothing to hold me back but
the remembrance of my mother, and she
was in her grave. wandered the streets
that evening afraid to go to my wretched
room and be alone. came to the door
of little chapel. They were singing.
crept in to escape from myself in the
crowd. You prayed and preached. Mr..
Morgan, l shall always believe that God
sent you that night to my lost soul to
bring it back to him. You prayed for
me-mep'
Her sobs choked her; she turned away.
II thank God if 1 helped you," said
Will, in low voice.
"You saved mel" She came up to
him and took his hand. every word
you spoke was meant for me. You
showed me Christ, standing beside me,
ready to help. 1 went back to my room,
and to my work the next day. He did
help me. l married an honest man who
loved me, and we have prospered. l
wish you could see my husband and
children. But felt that must tell you
that owe all that am to you"
When Mr.. Morgan rejoined his wife
there was light in his eyes which had
not been there for many days.
They had long journey home that
day; the rain beat on the windows of
the car and the air was chill. At one of
the stations two farmers came in who
were members of Mr.. Morgan's church.
The met him with a shout of delight
His wife's heart beat faster at sight of
the homely kind faces. How they loved
Will! For how much he counted in their
livesl
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