The Washington times., 1895-06-02

not need pity-ffor shall be safe in hell
with my son. '51.
Then she turned, sharply towards Sis
ter Perpetua, GwRo was running her
beads through hern fingers in what you
might call confusion OF prayer aud
scare. don't X suppose that the good
/ nun had ever heard anybody talk like
| that in all her life. And the Sisters OF
Charity see pretty much every sort, too.
| They wouldn't care for a macadamzed
golden street-they deserve soft place
| in the best kind of another world, for
| they practice good will and mercy in
this one. AS was saying, Mrs. Willett
| turned sharp on Sister z erpetua aud
used plain language to her.
''You say that Il ought to wish to go
10 heaven. You do not understand; l tell
you that the name is nothing-heayen or
| bell. For me the good place is where my
boy Isl Stop praying III you believe that
| your prayers will keep me away from him.
| Have / worked bard at sin for eight long
years to have you secure my pardon at last?
| Stop prayingl Do you want to send me
where Caleb Willett claws his golden harp
| with fingers that clutch as If he Were
counting money with golden crown on his
doddering head? Do you suppose that 1
should care to meet him again? And
| the relatives who gloated over my poor
boy aud blamed him in his coffin. For
L
| order to go find my son. / wuold not have
done so much not TO meet his father again.
Aud yet that would have been almost
worth It'll ! was alone in mourning for
my child. Now he will be all mine!
| All mine, my dear little Edwin
Then Mrs. Willett's voice was so choked
that we could hardly catch her words.
| They were dreadful:
Fire, fire, aud the worm that dieth not.
His father said that. My poor boy, do
not be afraid. Mother is coming
The pupils of her eyes grew larger, as
| if the light were falling before them.
Then-and / am glad to remember 1.-THE
! trouble aud strain passed away from her
| face. She lifted herself a little, put
out her arms towards something that the
Sister aud / could not see, and then fell
| back dead.
| While Sister Perpetua was doing the last
| offices for the poor lady l went into the
sons chamber 1t was the room of a rather
| frisky fellow for fact. On the walls
there were photographs of actresses and
race horses; lying about were cigarette
cases, scarf pins, theater programmes,
! light gloves high heeled red satin
| slipper, perfumed note or two-all that
Sortofrubbisb. A Aboythatthoughth he was
seeing life; but / don't think that he
was bad sort on the whole. ] am bound
to believe so, for his nother swore it to
me. And she was a woman OF honor.
All the stolen goods were there, according
10 the schedule, and arranged as she had
said / went over her accounts, and they
were correct She had stolen to the
amount of an even $12 COO.
After the funeral l got Sister Perpetua
to help me pack up the finery. 1t needed
a womSn's hand, though Lucy would have
| done IL better, being more accustomed TO
! such things / haven't told Lucy yet
| about the case Of Hr. Willett; somehow,
| it doesn't seem fair. Perhaps / shall
! tell her after we are married, next summer.
| A man ought to tell his wife everything
! isn't that about rEht2
AS said, Sister Perpetna and l packed
up the goods, they We're sent back TO the
owners, and it was, all made square and
| hushed up OF Course, Mrs. Wllletts
lawyer had to know about the business, and