The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-03-17

little missile fell i'll, the people inter
viewed the faith cure apostles and
gave them clearly to understand that
her cure was imperative. They be-
lived, but they used strong pressure.
Great sons of Anak came, and thick
Tipped negroes and terrible women
and tobacco-chewing men, and with
one voice the nations demanded that
little Missile be "righted" The head
apostle, a silver-haired, fat man, and
his confrere, a hollow-eyed and lanlSy
exhorter, bowed gravely and sum-
moned the sisters, who completed the
quartette, to the bedside of the un-
conscious child. They touched the
palms of her burning little hands with
holy oil, and moaned and postured be-
side her. Then as she muttered and
moaned they sang and the watchers
joined in the chorus Her mother
went from the room with flaming
eyes; she seized upon the quiet wife of
the postmaster.
Get a DOCTOR" she gasped; "they
are killing her."
The postmaster's wife led her away
to where the crowd could not see or
hear.
"My de ar" she said, 81 wrote at
once to my niece who is doctor, and
she will be here on the train tonight.
But you must not quarrel with the
people, you must outwit them"
Then as the girl-mother stared at
her uncomprehendingly she added:
when my niece comes she will find a
way" The whistle of the incoming
train sounded as she spoke. $50
back-try and bear it little longer"
she whispered and slipped away.
One 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 as they
Justify lifted favorite hymn, Come,
Spirit, Heal the Child, A" the outer door
flew 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 in
classic garments. A little Roman
lamp was in her hand and her other
hand was raised as if to command
silence from the awe-struck singers.
The faith cure quartette 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 postmaster's wife closed the
door and said, Let every one sing the
Doxology."
And sing they did, once, twice,
thrice, and then the faith cure quar-
tette .besiegcd with questions.
"Was it an angelo"
'lIad the child been taken to Par;l-
disco"
How did they account for ito"
The quartettc were strangely silent;
they bowed their heads and looked at
one another, and finally when the
postmasters wife suggested that the
crowd should all go home, and offered
to remain with the girls mother, they
rushed ont in tumultuous and delight,
full excitement with the story of the
visitation. The faith cure quartettc
were last TO quit the room as they
went the lanll-haired man turned and
said in hollow tones: Cursed be the
soul that mocks at holy things,H and
the postmasters wife responded scorn-
fully: Oh, you get ont 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
arm..
You poor little woman" she said
coihpassionately to the mother. Il
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 auntie? I'll take good care of
her and bring her back when she's
well. 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 postmaster's 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 mothers. "'Will you trust her
with little Missile? You can go up to
the city if all doesn't go on we'll, but
am sure my niece will cure her"
The girl-mother looked at the
golden-haired figure in its bare feet
and classic robe.
SIS she real woman?" she said
nervously.
ITO be sure / am; real woman
doctor, and l must take your baby
away from this nest Of thieves and
impbstors before they murder her.
Apostles indeed That lantcrn-jawe d
man was under arrest for theft in our
hospital and jumped his bail, and
think know the ugly faces of those
sisters, too! The old chap was dis
missed from the church for drinking
a nice lot. Now, auntie I'm shod
and clntbad and bnvn itSf to,, N, iprtae