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

thnt work of bringing those devils back from the poor house-where put 'em- before I'd sleep. I'd tumble this house down about your heads here, and I'd
 burn that desecrated house of God as level as the graves around it!" | The pastor seemd growing into gigan-
 tic stature as these words were spoken. and his mortified mother and sister sank feebiy under the awful outburst. A wondrous Night had lcaped into his face and eyes. He radsed his outspread hand high above the siivered head of the in- truder.
 Gabriel Dent" he almost whispered, "do you know who you are driving into The darkness of unutterable despairT'
 "Who2-who?" shrieked the implac- able man wildly" Devils! Devils, every enc! Bring the keys. Come with me. You're parsoa yetw he roared with CO., vert vindictiveness. 'It's your part, not mine, to clear these Npers from the house of God"
 "Yes;" returned the pastor with strange intonatton of merciful compass sion. But we win go together. All but one shall leave the church tonight. One, perhaps, even Gatriel Dent would not have go: and one other wish you to see face to face. with me. Mother, Ruth! I will be here with them all d. rectly. One should have our best spare TO om tonight. Yes, yes, Gabriel Dent. Come, we will turn them out togetherr' As the two left the parsonage, Ga briel Dent was already hushed and wondering from the pastors exalted yet submissive manner.
 Softly now." said Philip Warden, as they peered within the half open study door. We must come upon the wretch es unaware!'
 But there was Httle need now fer quiet or for stealth. Huddled about a hickering blaze in athe ruinous fireplace, lay the actors; crowded together for each others human warmth; sodden and still in the exhausted and utmost wakeless sleep Of hunger and of cold. In bundle of rags On the old com munion table lay some unrecognizab ble object; and flung across 1t, clutching 1t as in deathles, grasp was the form of a flaggard woman, stilled in the stupor of mute despair.
 This is the one," said Philip Warden softly, pressing the hand of Gabriel Dent into the clammy hand of the body beneath the rags, q thought you might be willing to have remain a little longer; and this one, is the one wish to have you know"
 Old Gabriel Dent was already trem- bling like wind-whipped autumn leaf
 The pastor bent over the two and spoke low and clearly in the wretched womans ear: f"r
 "Letty!-Letty Dent! Gabriel Dent is here to succor your'
 Not him!-Not himw she moaned as she raised her head an instant, glared vacantly at the now abject man before her and sank back again upon the life less body, Gabriel Dent, her father, stumbling after her. falling upon his knees beside the same table where his lips for more than half a century had received the blessed sacrament grasp ing pttifully at her bedraggled gar ments as If to Kiss their very hem, and crying aloud as a repentant human heart can only plead in unutterable tor nient and remorse:
 Lefty! Lefty! Daughter mine! For give! forgive! On, may God have mer- cy on my wicked soul?' |~ And as Philip Warden unconsciously placed the hand of the dead husband upon the living fathers head and looked on the wretched scene with glad though Bursting heart, to his tender manful eyes it seemed, though seeming only 1t might have been, that in this solemn Dentville awakening smile of ireffa- ble mercy, forgiXseSneess XeSnee and peace had for an instant fitted across the suffer ing-graven face of the silent dead.