The morning news., 1894-11-11

. weather has whipped every one out Of the
streets. and more sOrrowful still, old
| Gabe Dent, under the guise Of religious
I duty, has warned away from the hall
( every soul in the villsse his wealth or the
fear Of his hatred could influence. Re
/ suit. Not a half dozen present the first
/ nighr. and not more than half that num-
/ Der last night Tonight, in this bitter
I storm. what can the attendance beE'
Dear dear,f and poor sOuls" muir
. INJURED mother and daughter sympathet-
ically.
Worse than an. at old Gabe Dents in
. sticalon-as Gibbs leases the tavern from
him and is always behind in his rent
! their ragamunin belongings have been at
/ tached. they are without food, as ]
I learned al the postofice at noon; the chief
actor is broken down and ILL and all the
. few members of the company are only
/ half clad, and are certainly half starved"
/ What are they to do2" asked Ruth with
q dismal face. while Mother Marden.
who had laid her work aside, sat with
/ half-clOsed eyes, soberly regarding their
| own blazing fire.
What are they to do. RUTH" II hu-
| man or divine interposition does not sue
/ cor them they will all be turned into the
street to perish from hunger and the
storm. And this-God forgive my una
vaihnk efforts here!--is in a Christian com
munty in the nineteenth century and al
tho very hight of an awakening Of Chris
tian fcrvor and ZeGl"'
Isn't the first name OF the leading ac-
trcss," began Mother Marden musingly
ana yet with slight tremor in her voice,
the same as-as--"
YES, mother. yes; the same as his
daughter, around whom my very life was
once wrapped. 1t was so long. long ago,
that we may speak plainly of these mat
ters now" returned Philip Marden with
sudden solemnity.
TTare mother dDuabta- avCha ugnd
furtive Elances of tenderness and pity.
1T would almost seem that this alone
would touch the old 'Squire's heart. why
l, who am not her blood. ana who so long
ago forgave her for the seeming cruelty
of her leaving US all for the allurements
Of the stage, have been deeply stirred
by this mere coincidence of names
"Of course, il could be only a coinci-
dence;" suggested Ruth, comfortingly.
why only be- sister Ruth? Stranger
things are daily happening around US
than that this broken life in very des-
peration OF all other recourse, in its bit
ter extremity should steal back here
with some vague impulse OF affection, of
heart hunger, of looking again, even in
this wretched fashion, in the faces of
those she once had loved, should some
Of them still be faces of stone
philip. have you felt that you had any
duty in this mater?"
When Mother Marden said this. there
was that glowing in her fine, plain face
which made it easy to know the noble
strain through which had come this hum
Die village pastors innexible manhood
and ali-compassing human charity.
Yes, just this. But come here, and
viii show you "a part OF it now" he said
quietly, as ne seated himself al his desk.
In front of him lay two huge pieces of
cardboard. He traced upon these In wide
and generous lines u few well chosen
.fr- =
Then, turning TO the two who were bent
over hiIn proudly he knew. without
speech, that what he had written echoed
the wishes of their own gentle hearts
"If these can help them along their
wrerched way a little wen and good he
continued as he turned 10 the CHEEKY fire
to more quickly dry the ink. If they
do not, then"
Then" interrupted Mother Mardcn
calmly and Ruth Marden enthusiastically,
following with their eyes Philip Marden's
happy glance around their humble home,
"we can help them somewhat here"
Yes, yes dcars! Now for my great coat
and hat"'
The mother brought one the sister the
other, ana with many encouraging pat
tings and caressinGs, they both brought
him to the door and into the roaring
storm, following his fine, manly figure as
II labOred slowly down the street, with
kindling, loVeful, misting eyes.
He had scarcely time to have re-entereG
! the parsonage from his errand with the
/ notices at the pOstofTlce and church door,
/ when Reuben Screws stood at the post
( office window before the pastors placard
/ his weazened face working grimacIOusly
/ as ne spelled out the lines and beat the
/ words, for faithfully carrying back to his
| master slowly and carefully into his hard
/ old head. This is what he finally mas
/ tered
NOTICE.
! owing to the serious inclemency Of the
weather, there VIII be no service at the
church this evening.
/ Those who can spare the necessary
means, and who feel so disposed, might
! pass q pleasant and instructive evening
while carrying out the principles of true
! Christian charity, by attending the play
o~s entertainment tonight at Dentville
Hall
Due reasons for this suggestion by
your pastor viii be given at our next
/ praise service, which will be held to-mor-
row evening, weather permitting.
Philip Marden."
In a few minutes more old Gabe Dents
/ little ferret was tracing with his horny
| finger these words against the window
/ panes in his masters house writing while
reading aloud, with minutest particularly
/ this, the most astounding notice, which
/ had ever been posted in Deptville.
sternly when tho former had finished.
that was in Pastor Marden's handwrit-
ing. word for word?"
Writ by Philip Marden. posted by
Philip Marden, letter for letter and wore
for wordr'
The old man fairly gasped for moment.
as his lowering looks took in the post
office, the Red Lion tavern and the street
toward the parsonage little distance be-
yond.
Then" he said, with lips so tightly
drawn that they were bloodlcss and white
across his almost chattering teeth, "all
I've got to say ie, that preachers an apos-
tatei and Gabriel Dentu take q hand at
the powers OF Satan in this here town.
Powers o. Satan in this ere town 20
mumbled the constable, his beady eyes
blinking like an excited owls from conioc-
lures of possible consequences.
NO wonder religions dead" thundered
the squire crashing a fist into the palm
Of his other hand
NO wonder was sieved through the
constable's woolen neck comforter
Its got to be lifted up I'm DentviIler'