The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-08-25

elseWhere-qulte another to know
that she would be obliged to do it.
81 heard of a place out Main
street" she added, after a rapid
consideration of the case would
you speak word for me if they
wanted a character?"
"Ill do that" was the answer.
"You've always done your work
we'll enough here
So Min got off early, Saturday
night though it was; by Z O'Clock
she was speeding to Main street.
"It was an awful.way," as she had
observed to Dicky, and through a
part OF the town she had scarcely
ever travelled before; but Min came
back from the expedition with a
joyful heart, for she had got the
situation. A shilling-a whole
shilling more week it meant, be-
sides the hope Of casual windfalls
in the way of over-ripe fruit or |
stale vegetables that would fill up
many vacancy.
The frozen streets wore q differ
ent look going back, and the gas
lamps made lovely glitter on the
frosted windows. At a corner
where four roads met, stood
lighted church with broad flight
of stone steps up to the open door.
At the foot of the steps was cart
laden with evergreen and Towering
plants, that two men were busily
carrying up.
| Min stood still and watched the
proceedings with great interest;
her mind was freer now for sight
, seeing, and theiwarm light stream
ing through the open door was al
most equal to a freside of ones
own. She stole up the steps and
peeped cautiously in.
Across the entrance hung heavy
| crimson curtain; it was drawn up
; on one side, and Min could see
S right tup the great building. Lights
burned softly here and there like
r clusters of stars; great sheaves OF
: shining laurel and pine filled every
y corner. Far away to the end was
d a large white wreath of waxen hot
|, house flowers, above perfect banl
a of feathery ferns. People We're
e moving noiselessly about with flow
|. ers in their hands; from somewher'
e out Of sight came the deep swelling
notes of organ music. No one say
Ie or needed the little ragged figur
< at the door, staring in with mist
Is eyes at the fairest sight she ha'
r. ever seen or dreamed of.
l. "Now, then, you mustn't bloc
ID up the road here!" It was tn
a man coming.up behind her with
le fresh load of greenery; he did nc
to speak illnaturedly, and Min look
IN ed up at him with all eager ques
er ton
"What is it? What are they a
OF doing?'.
er "What is it! why, a church, c
vo course, and they're getting it read
he for Christmas -
nd 81 never saw it before"
or "Well, you might have done
ed it's been here long enough-tl
re. Church of the Good Shepherd.'
he The man passed on up the ais
Try with his burden. Min stood stil
,r; with face that had grown su
I'd denly scarlet.
She had found it at last; foul
nd it when she was not looking, n
even thinking about 1.-THE We
ing place-and but for this journey
me Main street she might never ha
ing known of it. Glad tears welled
ess and rolled unheeded down her fa
She had not fancied it would
you such grand place; the book b
I'M said nothing about that, but it b
"a said that as many as touched
) the border of His garments W
rect made whole, and that was all
irl, wanted: and if she brought Die
to- and they waited here on the st
see till the Good Shepherd came pc
ood there would surely be some cha
rom to touch His garment,
"Dickey, Dickey, I've fol
'ked Him; wake up-you're going to
Ding Him." she cried, as soon as
ice; could get her breath, after her
feel home, and up those intermlns
stairs. "Wake up! you're &c
was to touch Him, and get quite
not and strong-now-this very nigl
ting Dicky sat up, blinking. {"
like it's-it's cold,''
and eyes; but you won't feel it a
It little; it won't matter a bit c
very ing back; it's only the get
and there; and I'll help you all
an Dicky, you must-you mustr
bas- He stumbled to his feet, and
= fire mufied everything she could Il