The advocate., 1894-04-11
COPYRIGHT
The Dead Line.
BY GIDEON LAME, DID,.
BY GIDEON LAME, D. D.

suppose you 20 anu LacKle CnaC
preacher for an interview"
every well. How much shall make
of it-a column ?" asked Kate, who was
becoming quite an expert.
sect all out of him you can. don't
care if it crowds out everything but the
ads"
Kate looked into the directory, took
her notebook and pencil, and soon
rang the bell at the modest cottage
where the preacher lived. The door
was opened by the young woman who
owed her liberty to Kate's efforts, and
the latter now remembered Dan Glass
remark about having received a note
from Mrs. Mason stating that she
had taken charge of the young WOman's
babe. Entering the parlor, Kate was
introduced to Mrs. Mason, a silver
haired woman, who, as Kate after
wards declared to Grace Alden, "was
the sweetest-faced old LADY, she had
ever seen.
Mrs. Mason was surprised when told
that the girlish Kate was the reporter
who had so vigorously attacked, and so
triumphantly vanquiShed, the schem-
ing chief of police; and saying, 81 must
call Marshall, " she went to her sons
study and returned with the preacher.
"Miss Cotterell, my son, the Rev.
Marshall Mason. Marshall, this young
lady is the News reporter who wrote
such vigorous English about the i'm
prisonment of our young sister here"
Preacher and reporter were dumb.
Each remembered, though neither
mentioned, that they had met before.
Kate had not entertained the slightest
doubt that the Rev. Marshall Mason,
about whose sermons there had been
such an ado, was an elderly gentleman
of the solemn-fac variety, and she
had supposed that, of course, Mrs. Ma
son was the old clergyman's wife. But,
instead of the faded old gentleman of
her imagination, there stood before her
the handsome young man she had seen
in Judge Bolder'S office that first morn
ing in Risington, and concerning whom
she had on that occasion said to Grace
Alden: "He has the nOblest face |
have ever seen. How extraordinarily
handsome he is" She was glad Grace
Alden was not with her now. She
found her voice at last, and, addressing
him after the manner of reporter ad-
dressing victim, said:
81 have come to interview you, Mr..
Mason. There is so much talk about
your last Sundays sermon that we wish
to give our readers your views. Can
you give me some account of your ser
mon?"
"I can give you the sermon itself. if
it is not too lengthy for publication.
Knowing that l was certain to be Sc
verely criticized, l requested a young
friend Of mine to take down the sermon
in shorthand, and he has just kindly
furnished me type written transcript.
You are welcome to it if you think
your paper will give so much space to
the matter"
"I am instructed not to stint space,
but to take all you will give us"
Who so austere as not to have rel
ished this flattery of the press? The
Rev. Marshall Mason was human, and
he liked it. Mrs. Mason, who wor-
shipped her son, beamed with delight.
"If you take the sermon, said Mason
smiling, "I think you can get along for
the present without an interview"
EYES," said Kate, 1--WE shall save the
interview for another time"
Some conversation now ensued with
the rescued young woman, the baby
was brought in for Kate to see, and the
whole ground of the recent conflict
with the defenders ofethe weak against
the strong was gone over. Then Mason
asked Kate:
"Do you live in Risington, Miss Cot
terellp"
mo, sir" answered Kate. "My
home is at Golden. / am here only be-
cause i found emplOyment here. Z"