Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-07-31
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 About his business he neve4. snaaIzs +o her, and she never questions him To compensate for the slight shrinkage of tune lie IS able to devote to it. he be- comes more strict and exaeting; grows harsher master to his people, a sterner creditor, a greedier dealer. soueezino the utte1most out of every one. feyerish to grow richer, so that he may spend more upon the game that day by day he finds more tiresome and uninterestin0
 And the piled up casks upon his wharfs increase and multiply, and on the dirty river his ships and barges lie in eyerlengthening lines, and round hls greasy caldrons sweating, witchlike creatures swarm in ever denser num- bers, stirring oil and tallow into gold.
 Until one summer, from it's nest in the far east, there futters westward q foul thing. Towering over Limehouse suburb, seeing it crowded and unclean. liking it's fetid smell, it settles down upon it.
 She rouses herself from her reverie as John, with a smile, tells her supper is ready, and they seat themselves opposite each other, m odd air of enbarrass- ment prevailing.
 Day l]y day their work grows harder. Day by da3 the foe grows stronger, flerce1, more all conquering, and day by day, fighting side by side against it, John Ingerfield and Anne, his wife, draw closer to each other On the battlefield of life we learn the worth of strength. Anne feels it good, when growing weary, to glance up and find him near her; feels 1t good, amid the troubled babel round her, to hear the deep, strong music of his voice.
 And John, watching Anne's fair fig ure moving to and fro among the strick- en and the mourning, watching her fair, futteiing hands, busy with their holy work, her deep, soul haunting eyes, changeful with the light and shade of tenderness, listening to her sweet clear voice, laughing with the joyous, comforting the comfortless, gently com manding, softly pleading, finds creeping into his brain strange. new thoughts, concerning women-concerning this one woman in particular.
 One day, ,rummaging over an old chest, he comes across a colored picture book of Bible stories He turns the torn pages fondly, remembering the Sunday after moons, of long ago. At one picture, wherein are represented many angels, he pauses, for i'll one of the younger angels of the group-one not quite so c0x of faaf -t-fa I,o fancies he can trace resemblance to Anne. He fingers long over it. Sudden ly there rushes though his brain the thought, How good to stoop and kiss the sweet feet of such a Womanl And, thinking it, he bushes.
 So from the soil of human suffering spring the flowers of human love and joy, and from the flowers there fall the seeds of infinite pity for human pain, God shaping all things to his ends.
 Thinking of Anne, Johns face grows gentler, his hand kinder Dreaming of him, her heart grows stronger, deeper, fuller. Every available room in the warehouse has been turned into a ward, and the little hospital is open free to all, for John and Anne feel that the whole world arc their people. The piled up casks are gone-shipped to Woolwich and Gravesend, bundled anywhere cut of the way, as though oil and tallow and the gold they can be stirred into were matters of small moment in this world not to be thought of beside such q thing as the helping of a human broth CT ill sore straight.
 All the labor of the day seems light to them, looking forward to the hour when they sit together in Johns old shabby dining room above the counting house. Yet a locker on might imagine such times dull to them, for they are strangely shy of one another, strangely sparing of words-fearful of opening the flood gates of speech, feeling the pressure of the pent up thought.
 One evening John, throwing out words, not as -a sop to the necessity for talk, but as a bait to catch Anne's voice, mentions griddlecakes, remembers that his old housekeeper used to be famous for the making of them, and wonders if she has forgotten the ant.
 Auuc. ttilS " c1414s5 lASl4AH1StAh@J' NNS though griddleeakes were somewhat delicate topic, claims to be q successful! amateur of them herself John, having been given always to understand that the talent for them was exceedingly rare, and one usually hereditary, re- spectfully doubts Anne's capabilities, deferentially suggests that she IS think ing of scenes. Anne indignantly repudi- ates the insinuation, knows quite well the difference between griddlecakes and scones, offers to prove her powers by de- scending into the kitchen and making some then and there if John will accom- pany her and find the things for her.
 John accepts the challenge, and guld- ing Anne with one shy, awkward hand, while holding aloft candle in the oth- CT, leads the way. It is past 10 o'clock, and the old houselzeeper is in bed. At each creaking stair they pause to listen if the noise has awoke her; then, find-