The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-11-10

succor them, they will an be turned in- to the street to perish from hunger and storm. And this--God forgive my un- availing efforts here,--Is in Christian community, in the nineteenth century and at the very height of an awaken ing of Christian fervor and zeaie' Isn't the first name of the leading actress. "'began Mother Warden musing- ly. and 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. It was so long, long ago. that we may speak plainly of these matters now;" returned Philip Warden with sudden solemnity. Here mother and daughter exchanged furtive glances of tenderness and pity. Tt would almost seem that this alone would touch the old 'squire's heart. Why, I, who am not her blood and who so long ago forgave her for the seem- Ing cruelty of her leaving us all for the allurements of the stage, have been deeply stirred by this mere coincidence of names" "Of course 1t could only be a coincl- dence;" suggested Ruth comfortlngly.
 "why only be, sister Ruth? Strang- CT things are daily happening around us than that this broken life, in very desperation of all other recourse. in its bitter 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 matter?"
 When Mother Warden said this. there was that glowing in her fine. plain face which made 1t easy to know the noble strain through which had come this humble village pastors infexible man. hood and all-compassing human char ity.
 "Yes, just this. But come here, and will show you part of 1t now" he said quietly, as he seated himself at his desk. In front of him lay two huge pieces of cardboard. He traced upon these in wide and generous lines a few we'll chosen words. and signed them with his name Then, turning to the two who were bent over him 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 wretched way a little, well and good;'' he continued asshe turned to the cheery fire to more quickly dry the ink. 'If they do not then"
 "Then," interrupted Mother Marden calmly and Ruth Warden enthusiast. cally, following with their eyes Philip Mardens happy glance around their humble home, i've can help them some what here"
 "Yes, yes, dears! Now for my great coat and hat"
 The mother brought one, the sister the other, and with many encouraging pattings and caressings, they both brought him to the door and into the roaring storm, following his fine, manly figure as 1t labored slowly down the street, with kind1ing, loverul, misting eyes.
 He had scarcely time to have reen- tered the parsonage from his errand with the notices at the postoffice and church door, when Reuben Screws stood at the postoffice window before the pas tors placard, his weazepsd face work ing grimacingly as he 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 mastered: .s. .r-. NOTICE. ,.
 Owing to the serious inclemency of the weather, there will be no service at the church this evening.
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