The morning news., 1894-11-11

head and were lost in the silvery mar
Of his head.
It is seldom in these later days. thank
/ heaven! that religion is essayed TO be
/ lifted up, that fervor even in suppOsiti-
. tiously holy cause, that an awakening TO
/ mans duty to his creed and his fellow man
/ is begun and carried out with such APP
I palling intensity and zeal, as here in this
7 ancient mansion beneath this fickering
/ light, where the two old heads, so near
/ the eternal silences, crowded close and
I hercely over the wise provisions Of the
Z law, but with cry Of delight from the
| squire and a hoarse gurgIe of satisfac-
/ tion from the constable, the sought-for
/ sentences were found, read as starved
/ dog will crunch a toothsome bone, and the
statutes then clapped together and Rugged
I to the 'squre's side like some priceless
gift of efficacy and power.
Quick, now, Rube"' he exclaimed sprin-
! ing from the table. Harness the double
/ team to the lumber wagon. Get it around
! to the tavern the quickest you ever moved
/ in all your natural life. Wen have EN-
/ ready. Gibbs and I'll make short work
Of them now. Put a little straW-nOt
/ much, mindi-in the bottom of the wagon
/ box, for the-the strumpet women, if
they don't deserve it, Rube. Hurry, now!
/ Gibbs and I'll root EN- out tooth and nail,
/ bag and baggager'
! But Reuben Screw was already putting
! and wheeling in the barn at his masters
/ bidding, and when old Gabriel Dent dis
| covered he was railing at empty walls,
! he hastened from the warmth of his fire.
/ side with the alacrity Of eager youth
/ out into the fearsone night.
! When certain quality of religion and
| q certain quality of law are conformity
! utilized in elevating the morals and an
/ Initiating the evils OF any community,
| human lives are as bits Of chaff between
| the upper and neither millstones of ex-
! pediency.
! A village justice court complaint I'M
| der oath, a hasty examination where the
1 facts ana the law were plain as the
/ parsons notice in the postOflice window,
/ a hastily scrawled commitment In the
! hands of Constable Screws, the bundhng
/ Of the dazed, stricken and half-crazed
/ pauper actors into the wagon box, a
! rattle and clatter OF wheels and prancing
! Of sprawling, brutally- urged horses along
! the icy road, were the evangelizing work
! Of a very brief time this evening in Dent
| vile, when all that was left of the Pom
! sonby Addington Grand Star Combina-
! ton was Gathering. sliding and whirling
/ on its pitiless way 10 the DenJVille poor
| house, just behind the pretty hamlet
| among the stony hills.
! Old Gabriel Dent now pushed his way
stcutly against the storm back past the
! little postofice, where he halted an in
! stant beside its dim window. Here he slow
/ ly and rumnatively read and reread his
/ pastors notice. He again started for
ward, but paused again, turned, and sha5-
ing his fist at the placard, vindictvely
/ muttered:
! THE genuine awakening in Dentville is
! just begun, Phillip Marden. Next 10 actor
! imps of Satan, apostate preachers come.
! l don't know but they come first, Philip
/ Marden,' as he resumed his sturdy walk
| up the hill. Il don't know but they come
/ first III think il over, Philip Marden."
! He entered his home with the calm face
/ of one exalted with the sense of duty
alone. He found Aunt Martha awaiting
| him patiently beside the tea table. His
/ repast was untouched until he had said
accustomed grace by repeating our Lords
! Prayer.
Then he began upon his food with hearty
relish and zest; but his bent little wife
was IL from subtle instinct of the mothers
| unaccountable forebodings and measure
| less compassion? - stealthily and many
/ times lifted that comforting apron cor
ner to her dim old eyes, during that single
/ evening meal.
Despair is oftener dumb than frcnzied;
( but it is often both.
The haggard woman holding to her
! heart her sticilen husband as they were
sped away from the Red Lion in the
/ joiting wagon, might have had some
swift consciousness OF the lights cleaning
( from the great house upon the hill; of
the merclesS hand which had signed their
/ commitment; Of the tender home lights
| leaping across countless shining objects
| ana burning into her desolate, desper-
| ate heart; for the infnite God can only
measure punishments and movements
! such a. these.
Her face fell upon her breast, and mute
| ly croodled into the ehastly face and neck
of the man she held with awful pressure
to her wildly fiuttering heart. and thus
| II was, until the open country was
/ he'd Here raised her head n 6 If
! stung by unendurable torment.
out between the hills. across the stony
storm swept spaces, she saw the blinking
lights from the struggling poor house
windows. Shecraned her head and neck
| far out toward them for a moment
MY God! Not that!-not that!'
Only these half-formed words escaped
her lips but now followed tho frenzy Of
despair.
She laid the senseless form from her
arms tenderiy in the straw OF the wagon
box. She crawled among her compan-
ions, rousng them with startling whs-
pers; beating thenlafnto life with singing
blows. They seemed to rise up at last
and gather around her. Her hands Ike
claws were suddenly thrust up into tho
night and when they as swiftly returned
Reuben Screws was in their remorseless
clutch. Us
a moment more and the wagon had
come to a halt. In another moment
the constable was bound to his seat, the
desperate occujants of the wagon We're
upon the ground, and the horses were
moving leisurely with their lightened
load around the turn between the hills
leading to the Dentville poor house.
Come - comet she hoarsely whis-
pered. Help me lift him up! ] know
one spot where hunger and death may
come with shelter and benediction and
peace" .sr --l-i4 -
1t was as though the dead living then
trailed with the living dead along
some old familiar pathway, away from
the hateful lights of the Dentvilie poor
house toward the hallOwed sienccs Of
the olden Dentville village church
Back in the village its pastor and its
COOLEST, richest and most powerful citi-
zen had both finished their evening re-
p0sts
Sngularly both were i'll at ease. As
the storm increased and at times howled
dismally through the raging tree branches
above the parsonage, the pastors heart
bled for all who might helplessly know
its stings and hurts.
Gabriel Dent was truly troubled II