The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1897-11-27

one of her old tunes she used TO sing
when, full OF hope, they had moved to
the Ridge.
| shes turning over new leaf"
thought Long; land l must" Panta-
looms in hand he stepped to the door
and cast the tobacco across the garden.
lie saw it fall on the onion bed, noted
the place, and hurriedly dressed.
The day began still and sultry, clouds
still lingering in the south and west.
The children were hoeing afield and
Long was blowing in the cotton. His
wife was missing from her usual place
OF espial in the doorway After the
breakfast dishes had been cleared away
she picked up the hoe and began to
work industriously in the garden.
It'll be of little use," she thought,
rs the hoe thunped on the hard ground
and ratified among the rocks; shut it
strengthens folks in their resolution, to
keep busy"
why, what's this?" she said, pick
ing up something in.the onions. "Wcll,
II it amt Henry's tobacco" Her sus-
picions were confirmed. She involun-
tarily glanced toward the field; she was
pear in the brush down the side of a
ravine that ran across the farm. 1.-THE
second time he's stopped this morning.
Something must be ailing him." She
stood leaning against the hoe, gazing
intently at the spot where he had van
ished. Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed,
and her husband had not returned to
The mule that stood patiently in the
sun doggedly fighting the flies.
Her curiosity, not altogether I'M
mixed with fear, was aroused. She
dropped the hoe and. still holding the
tobacco, started under cover of the
patch of corn for the ravine. She en-
tered it and crept along the dry bed
toward the spot where Long had disap-
peared. She had made only few yards
when she stopped and listened. She
could hear a mumbling just ahead. She
was almost sure it was IIenry's voice.
What could be the trouble? He must
be hurt and she could scarcely restrain
an impulse to rush to his side. What
she did was to crawl cautiously some
yards further. Only bush or two sep
could hear him distinctly.
Lord help me-" he was saying, "give
me more faith. | am so weak; I've tried
so hard to quit. o Lord give me
strength for LUIS sake. 1t worries her
sc to see me throwing my money away,
an it takes from her an the children.
q Lord help me-help me-"
\ deep rumbling rolled along the
vest; hurrying clouds passed under the
sun. \ silence fell for time on the
ridge: then breeze came sweeping up
the ravine that smelled of rain. Long
paused only moment to listen to the
prophetic sounds, and feeling that it
was a propitious time for more COM
prehensve prayer, he resumed: Yes,
Lord, help, and if it be Thy will send us
rain. We so badly need rain. Lord,
for LUIS sake and the children, send us
rain. O Lord, help me, help me give
up the filthy stuff! And, Lord, if it is
Thy will give us bountiful crop; we
need another mule, we need some plows,
we need so many things an, 0 Lord,
we so much need well. LUIS health
is poor, an she can't drink poor water.
O Lord, give us big crop, an for LUIS
sake give us we'll"
Louisa fell on her face and cried out:
30 Lord, have mercy on me, a selfish
old sinner Help me, o Lord to keep
from worrying, an help me be submits
siye."
She rose and pushed her way through
the brush. Long heard his wife APP
preaching. and, still on his knees,
turned and faced her with an express
sion of blank amazement.
sect up from there. henry. I've
been a-hearin' you, an I'm selfish old
sinner. a-begrudgin' you the little sat
isfaction We have from your quid." She
stepped nearer to him and extended the
piece of tobacco. Here's Yer tobacco:
| found il in the onion bed where you
throwed il; if it's any comfort to you
take il an chew it, an I'll never open
my mouth in word of complaint agin
Amt We goin' to take ito"
Long had risen to his feet and stood
staring at his wife and the protfered to-
bacco. \ tear rolled slowly down his
cheek. and he raised his hand and
brushed it away.
"Lu, you're too good; it's me that's
the selfish old BRUTE" he began, husk-
lily. God being my helper, I'll never
put a chew in my mouth again until
YOU nave home in the valley and
well of lasting water"
lie took the dirty piece of tobacco
and hurled it far down the ravine. Be
fore it had reached the ground large
drops of rain began to fall on the
parched ground and splash on the dry
leaves.
"Oh, Henry, forgive me-" cried his
wife, throwing her arms about his neck.
\ terrific clap of thunder burst from
the clouds overhead, and following it
came a downpour of rain.
The tears rolling down Longs cheek
mingled with the falling drops as he
drew his wife into the protection of the
denser brush.--N. Y. Independent.
Five Arab Mnxims.
Never tell all you know; for he who
tails everything he knows often tells