The advocate., 1894-04-11
Samuel Cotterell."


had ever seen.
"LiVes. eight or nine miles out?"
eyes, sir"
"Have you a brother named JohnP"
eyes, sir.
"PardOn my impertinence, Miss Cot
terrell, but John and / were great
friends a few years ago. | taught the
school in your district and lived at your
fathers house one winter"
"Oh-Why did / not think of it when
l heard your name? The last time
Brother John was home he was speak
ing of you and wishing he could hear
from you. / should have remembered
your name at once"
"YOu were not there that winter"
"No, / was visiting in Nebraska. My
brother prOphesied truly about you,
Mr.. Mason. He said you were So
cialist, and that if you were preaching
he was quite sure you would be in
trouble, because you could not avoid
preaching the truth"
Mason gave hearty laugh.
"Where is John? You spoke of the
last time he was home. Is he aWay?"
"He is at Graham City"
ISIS he married?"
"Oh, no."
"What business is he engaged in at
Graham?"
Poor Kate! And Mason so hand
some, too. But she was almost fierce
in her determination to be courageous
this time.
"He is a blacksmith in the railway
Shops" she said boldly, almost def
antly.
"The same John still. With his
ability he could have been almost any
kind of social parasite, but he used to
declare that he would marry squaW
and become an adopted Indian before
he would make his living from the Ia
Dor of others. | remember how We
hemently he used to say he was going
to be Workingman or highwayman,
that he would not stoop to respectable
robbery. He is noble man. I would
like to see him living easier but am
proud of his manhood. | shall write
him at once and renew our old ac.
quaintance."
Kate was delighted, and she was glad
now she had spoken out. Before she
left she had been persuaded to promise
Mrs. Mason to attend church the next
Sunday, which, as Mrs. Mason re-
marked, might be Marshal's last"
and then come home to dine with the
preacher and his mother.
Now, my readers will imagine they
know what is going to come of this.
l will not say they are not guessing
right; but | warn them that | am the
only person who, at present, actually
knows what is going to happen during
the future progress of this story.
When Kate returned to the office and
produced the sermon, Dan Glass ex-
claimed
"Good for you! You'll do. That's a
tremendous scoop. Let me see."
He reflected moment and then
dashed off this editorial paragraph:
"The News aims to be the feaOSpaper
of this city. 1t spares neither labor
nor expense to give its readers what
they expect. So much has been said
about the recent diScourSes of the Rev.
Marshall Mason that the management
of the News decided to send a reporter
to the Congregational church last Sun
day and have the entire sermon taken
down, and We shall give it to our read
ers tomorrow. Such things cost some
thing, of course, but our readers can
always depend upon us to get there
every time. Our slow-coach morning
contemporary will probably catch up
with the procession in few weeks by
getting this sermon in its patent along
with its ready-print three-dollar-pantS
advertisements. We believe in news
paper enterprise"
He read this to Kate and enquired-
"HoW'S that for high ?''