The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-06-04

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crowd. You prayed and preached,
Mr.. Morgan, | shall always believe
that God sent you that night to my
lost soul, to bring ii back to him.
You prayed for meme!
I Her sobs choked her; she turned
away.
thank God if 1 helped you, said
Will in low voice.
You saved me! She came up to
him and took his hand. Every
word you spoke wa meant for me.
You showed me Christ standing near
me, ready to help. | went back to
my work the next day. He did
help me. l married an honest man
who loved me, and we have pros
pered. 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 win
dows of the car, and the air was
chilly. At one of the stations two
farmers came in who were members
of Mr.. Morgan's church. They met
him with shout of delight. His
wife's heart beat faster at the sight
of the homely, kind faces. How
they loved Will! For much he
counted in their lives.
We thought you would be on this
train, one of them said. 1t is time
you were at home. The village is
going to pieces without you. Ned
Maskey is at home from Montana
an. wants to take my Jennie back
with him. They've been engaged
for years, you know. They're wait
ing for you to marry them. | want
his blessings on my marriage, Jennie
said, with tears in her eyes, to day.
And old Mother Finn is worse,
said the other deacon, and she is
afraid she will die before you come.
She thinks if the parsons beside her
she Can 60 down quickly into the
dark valley.
Have you seen my children lately?
asked Mrs. Morgan.
Bless you, yes. See them every
day. We all took care of them,
To tell you the truth, most OF the
folks will drop in to welcome you
to night. My wife and the other
women have been boiling hams and
baking cakes for supper all day.
Oh, you've no idea how We have
missed you!
As the train approached the
station the conductor came to Will
and touched his hat.
You do not know me. sir?
Mr.. Morgan hesitated.
1t is not Jennings?
Yes, Jennings, the mans face
beamed with happy meanings. Yes,
sir; have held this position now for
four years. You will see my house
at the next station-a pretty little
cottage. My wife and the two
babies are there.
| am glad to hear it, Jennings;
glad, indeed.
He wrung the mans hand cor
daily.
know you would be, sir. Jen-
nings turned to call the next station,
and then added hurriedly: don't
forget, Mr.. Morgan! l don't forget!
and passed out OF the car.
Who is that, Will? asked Mrs,
Morgan.
Don't you remember that poor,
drunken Jake Jennings7
Whom you brought home and
kept for four months? And you
have done all that for himo Oh,
viii!
She thrust her hand into his in the
darkness and held it close. How
near in his poverty and pure pur-
pose he came to the hearts OF his
people, OF these poor MagdaleneS
and drunkards! Hand in hand With
them he was leading them 10 heaven
to Christ. They loved him. God
was with him.
The train stopped at their own sta
ton presently. There were the child
ren waiting on the platform and a
crowd of his people smiling welcome.
Oh, Will, she said, 81 am glad that
this is our home. You have chosen
wisely"
viii made no answer. But as the
people whom he had helped and
strengthened gathered around him,
and as he caught sight of Jennings
happy face on the platform of the
vanishing train, he knew there were
higher successes in lite than that of
making money.-RSbecca HaraIng
Da0is in C0ngycgati0naASt.
THE UNLUCKY THIRTEEN.
The wide spread superstition concern
Ing the unlucky thirteen at table, ac-
cording to which one of the number
is doomed to soon die, doubtless has
its origin IN the fact that at the Last
Supper there were that many persons
assembled at the table with our Lord.
In that instance, Judas Iscariot was
the one who gave up his life; not,
however, from any superstitious notion
regarding the number in question. but
from remorse at his dastardly betrayal
of his Lord and Master,