The Bessemer indicator., 1894-03-17

But you muSt not quarrel with the
people, you must outwit them"
Thai - the. Girl-mothsr stared At
hAs uneomprehendinsly ahe added:
when my niece comes she will find =
way!" The, whistle Of the incoming
train sounded as she spoke. go
back-try and bear it little longer"
sho whispered and slipped away.
Ono sister was exhorting the crowd
In The tiny sitting room TO prayer. and
beyond, on her wee white bed, tossed
and raved little Missile, all unconscious
of the din which seemed like fiendish
torture to the outraged mother. They
sang as they prayed and rs they
Justify lifted favorite hymn, Come,
Spirit, Heal the Child" the outer door
few open and in the gathering gloom
stood very spirit form with smiling
face and golden hair, with wide blue
eyes and tall lovely form robed "
classic garments. A little Roman
lamp was in her hand and her other
hand was raised as II TO command
silence from the awe-struck singers
The faith cure quartstte fell on
their knees and covered their faces as
the radiant form glided slowly to-
ward them. Softly she raised the
little child in her arms and as slowly
glided from the room into the dark
ening night.
The postmasters wife closed the
door and said, Let every one sing the
Doxology."
And sing they did, once, twice,
hr;D nd h<. fntx
tette were besieged with questions,
WAS it an angelo"
Had the child been taken to Para
dise?"
"How did they account for it?"
The quartette were strangely silent;
they bowed their heads and looked at
one another, and finally when the
postmaster's wife suggested that the
crowd should all go home, and offered
to remain with the girls mother, they
rushed out in tumultuous and delight
ful excitement with the story of the
visitation. The faith cure quartette
were last to quit the room; as they
went the lank-haired man turned and
said in hollow tones "Cursed be the
soul that mocks at holy things" and
the postmasters wife responded scorh-
fully. Oh, you get out before the war
rant comes" which he did with q very
ugly word.
Then the door of an inner room
opened, and the spirit came quickly
back still holding the child in her
arms.
You poor little woman" she said
compassionately to the mother. ~
am going to take this child back with
me to the city hospital. She is very
i'll! Will you come, or will you stay
with auntie2 I'll take good care of
her and bring her back when she's
we'll. Oh, auntio! wasn't it sue
cess? And who'd have thought my
old Greek tableau rig would have car
ried it off so well?"
The postmasters wife took the sick
child into her arms.
go in and change your things be.
fore you take cold, my dear" she said,
laughing. Then she turned to the
child's mother. "Will you trust her
with little Missie2 You can go up TO
the city If all doesn't go on well, but l
am sure my niece will cure her."
The girl-mother looked at the
golden-haired figure in its bare feet
and classic robe.
"Is she a real womanP" she said
nervously.
ITO be sure l am; a real woman
doctor, and l must take your baby
away from this nest of thieves and
impostors before they murder her.
Apostles, indeed! That lantern-jawed d
man was under arrest for theft in our
hospital and jumped his bail, and 1
think know the ugly faces of those
sisters, too! The old chap was dis
missed from the church for drinking.
A nice lott Now, auntie, I'm shod
and clothed and have just ten minutes
before train time. Shall take Missie
with me?"
The young mother faltered, looked
into the kindly waiting face, and
silently placed Missile in the out
stretched arms of the Healing Spirit.