Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1893-12-27

By falth the walls OF Jericho fell
down by faith" she murmured,
"and women have more faith than
men,
The next morning after Mrs. Grayson
had finished her housework, she took
her knitting-a newly begun blue yarn
stocking for her husband down
the shades, locked the door, hid the
key under the doormat, and started
down the garden path. Frost bitten
flower stalks on either side caught her
dress as she passed, and she noticed
how low one branch of the big maple
tree hung over the gate. There was
an empty robins nest on it, and she
found herself calculating how the
branch could be trimmed and the nest
left untouched. Four Corners was a
small village, and off in one direction
she could see the closely shorn fields,
bare and brown in the December sun
shine, and the shivering woods beyond.
From Miss Pixies chimney the smoke
rose straight upward-sure Sign of a
"cold spell;" and, las our friend glanced
that way. she saw hand rapidly rub
bing the frost work from front win
dow, and CLEAN of red behind it as
sured her that Miss Pike, with well
known little red shawl over her shoul-
ders, was watching her departure. She
smiled, and walked on more briskly,
for it gave her pleasant sense of COM
panionship.
AS she passed Rachel Beckwith 3
home she saw the young girl at south
window turning her plants toward the
sun. The sight revived all her anxiety
and fierce determination. "a girl will
smile while man goes to destruction.
What does she careln she asked her
self bitterly for, in Mrs. Grayson s
opinion, Rachel was wholly to blame
for the quarrel which had apparently
affected Prescott so unhappily. A few
minutes later she reached her destina-
ton, low building whose front win
dows were daubed with white paint,
that fiimsy vail worn by Americas
Delilah. With a little prayer for
strength and guidance, she went in.
Peter Ryan, leaning over an account
book, looked up as the door opened,
and hastily arose with an expression of
surprise.
Good morning Mr.. Ryan. thought
l would sit here awhile with my kuit-
ting, said Mrs. Grayson-moekest of
Crusaders-as she drew an arm chair
forward and sat down. The rumsellcr
recognized his visitor as one of the la
dies he had seen going back and forth
past the door, and he said with assumed
cordiality: "All right, make yourself
to home"
Then followed long silence. He
finished his sum in simple addition,
washed his tumblers and his counter,
drew beer for small boy to take home
in tin pail, and did not conceal his
disgust when two young carpenters
came in and quickly retreated at sight
of the little woman busily knitting be,
side the fire.
AS the time approached for the noon
whistle to release the mill operatives,
Mr.. Hyans nervousness increased, and
at last he inquired: did you have
any business with me today?"
"Yes, but l was more anxious to see
your customers, replied Mrs. Grayson.
"You know it's against the law to keep
saloon in this State, and ] wondered
who you'r getting to support you
There ism t much spare money here at
-Four Corners, and supposed know that
wives and children go hungry when
you take a mans wages for drink. ,
Mrs. Grayson was scanning her hus
band g hose ''two and one, but when
she got to the end of needle she paused
and looked into Mr. Ryan face. HeI
eyes were singularly clear, even hel
husband had found them uncomfort
ably 80 just few times-and Mr.. Ryan
was startled. 1t was as though 8
search light had been suddenly turned
upon his nebulous conscience. &C
well that amt my lookout" he re
spond ed, II don't oblige 'em to spent
their money here. y
II know it," said Mrs. Grayson with
a sigh, but if you wasn't here they
wouldn't br tempted"
The whistle blew at exactly twelve
o'clock, and few minutes later cam,
the sound of many footsteps then tn,
door was thrown open and dozer
men entered. An instant later ther,
was hush, and several who knew
Mrs. Grayson turned and went out will
muttering of surprise aud wrath. Blu
one who seemed to be leader, ad
vanced to the bar and called for drinks
while others gathered around him
their very backs wearing en- expression
of chagrin. "Havin' company Peterp
Started an Old Ladies Home ~ ID
you always hire your knitting don
by the jobY'were some of the question
fired across the counter in low tones
Then came other voices less coars
and noisy: and, through the tears whic
suddenly filled Mrs. Graysou' eyey
she saw the tall, well dressed ma
known as the Super" and with hir
} her boy. Prescott. He did not see he
at first. for he WAS Laughing and pe,