Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1892-02-18

r,aved and preached. Mr. Morgan
shall always believe that God sen. you
that night to my lost soul, to brinS !"
hack to him. You prayed for me
me-"
Her sobs choked her; she turned
away. ,;a
81 thank God if I helped you. )" said
Will in low voice.
lyon saved me!' She came up 70
him and took his hand. EVERY worn
YOU spoke was meant for me. you
showed me Christ standing near nue.
ready to help. I went back to my
work the next day. He did help NE:
I married an honest man who ioved
me, and we have prospered. 1 WISH
YOU could see my husband and ciiii-
dren. 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.
They met him with shout OF delight.
His wife's heart beat faster Mt the sight
of the holnely, kind faces. How they
loved Will! For much he counted In
their lives
ave thought you would be on this
train" one of them said. 1T is time
you were at home. The village is 60
ing to pieces without you. Ned Maskey
is at home from Montana and wants to
take my Jennie back with him. They've
been engaged for years, you know.
They're waiting for you to marry them.
i 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 go down quietly into the dark
valley"
"Have you seen my children latelyq'
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 yon tonight.
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 youl"
As the train approached the station
the conductor came to Will and touched
his hat.
you do not know me, sirT'
Mr.. Morgan hesitated.
us it not JenningsT'
Yes, Jennings" the mans face
beamed with happy meanings. Eyes,
sir; have held this position now fol
four years. You will see my house al
the next station--a pretty little cottage.
My wife and the two babies are there. >
II am glad to hear it, Jennings; glad,
indeed"
He wrung the mans hand cordially.
II knew you would be, SIR" Jen
nings turned to call the next station,
and then added hurriedly: II don't
forget, Mr.. Morgan! don't forget r
and passed out of the car
who is that. Willa" asked Mrs
Morgan.
Don't you remember that poor
drunken Jake Jennings9"
Whom you brought home and kept
for four months? And you have done
all that for him? Oh, Will"
She thrust her hand into his in the
darkness and held it close. How neal
in his poverty and pure purpose hi
came to the hearts of his people, O,
these poor Magdalenes and drunkards
Hand in hand with them he was lead
ing them to heaven, to Christ. They
loved him. God was with him.
The train stopped at their own sta
ton presently. There were the chill
dren waiting on the platform and 6
crowd Of his people smiling welcome
"Oh, WILL she said, II am glat
that this is our home You have chosen
wisely"
viii made no answer. But as thu
people whom he had helped ant
strengthened gathered around him, ant
as he caught sight of Jennings happy
face on the platform of the vanishing
train, he knew there were higher cue
cesses in life than that of making
money.-Rebecca Harding Davis il
Congregationalist.