Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-07-09

and unprecedented manner more than a
year ago. Now a miracle is nothing il not
improbable, and as a matter of fact the
reader was killed In a violent and unDre-
cedented manner a year ago. In the subse-
quent course of this story that will become
perfectly clear and credible as every right
minded and reasonable reader will admit.
But this Is not the place for the end of the
story. being but little beyond the hither
side of the middle. And at first the mira
cles worked by Mr.. Fotheringay We're timid
little miracles-little things with the cups
and parlor fitments, as feeble as the miracles
Of Theosophists, and, feeble as they were.
they were received with awe by his COL
laborator He would have preferred To
have settled the Winch business out of
hand, but Mr.. Maydig would not let him.
But after they had worked a dozen of these
domestic trivialtfes. their sense of power
grew, their imagination began to show
signs of stimulation and their ambition en-
larged Their first larger enterprise was
a Due to hunger and the negligence of Mrs.
Mlnchin. Mr.. Maydig's housekeeper The
meal to which the minister conducted Mr.
totheringay was certainly ilI-leid and UNI
inviting as refreshments for two indus
trious miracle workers, but they were al
ready seated, and Mr.. Maydig was descant-
ing in sorrow rather than in anger upon
ms housekeeper's shortcomings, before it
occurred to Mr.. Fotheringay that an on
portunity lay before him. Don't YOU think
Mr Maydig,' he said, '1f it isn't liberty,
My dear Mr., Fotheringay! Of course.
No-I didn't think"
Mr.. Fotheringay waved his hand. what
shall we have?' he said. In a large, inclu-
sive spirit. and, at Mr.. Maydigs order, re-
vised the supper very thoroughly las for
me- he said. cycling Mr.. Maydig's selection
I'm always particularly fond of a tankard
OF stout and a nice welsh rabbit. and I'll
order that 1 amt much given to Bur-
gundy." and forthwith stout and welsh rab-
pit promptly appeared at his command
They sat long at their supper, talking like
equals, as Mr.. Fotheringay presently per-
wi trlTy nf
| f1cation, Of all the miracles they would
presently do. And, by the by, Mr.. Nav
dig, said Mr.. Fotherngay, Il might per
maps be able to help youth the domestic
way"
Don't quite follow" said Mr.. Maydie
pouring out a glass of miraculous old Bur,
gundy.
Mr.. Fotheringay helped himself TO seq
ond welsh rabbit out Of vacancy, and took
a mouthful. Il was thinking" he said
Il might be able (chum churn) to work
(chum, chum) a miracle with Mrs Minchin
(chum. chum)-make her better woman"
Mr.. Maydig put down the glass and look
| ed doubtful 'She's-she strongly objects
to Interference. you know. Mr.. Fotheringay.
And-as matter of fact-it's well past IL
and she's probably in bed and asleep- Do
| you think. on the whole
Mr.. Fotheringay considered these obtec-
| sions. I don't see that it shouldn't be
| done in her Sleep"
| For a time Mr.. Maydig opposed the idea
| and then he yielded. Mr.. Fotheriugay is
SuSu HIS OTueIS, anu q nttle less
ease, perhaps, the two gentlemen proceed
| ed with their repast. Mr.. Maydig was en-
| iarglng on the changes he might expect
IN his housekeeper next day, with an op-
timism that seemed even to Mr. Fothern
gays supper senses little forced and hec
| tic, when a series of confused noises from
upstairs began. Their eyes exchanged in
terrogations and MIR. Maydiy left the roor,
hastily. Mr.. Fotheringay heard him call
| ing up to his housekeeper, and then his
| footsteps going softly up to her.
IN minute or SO the minister returned.
his step light hts face radiant. Wonder
| FUR he said, and touching! Most touch
| ingw 'ouei'-
| He began pacing the hearth rug "A re-
pentance--a most touching repentance
through the crack of the door Poor vo
| man! most wonderful charge! She had
got up. She must have got up at once
She had got up out of her sleen to smasL
private bottle of brandy in her box AMI
| to confess 1t, toe! 80 But this gives
| us-it opens-a most amazing vista of nos
| sioiiees; II we can work this miraculous
| THE things Unlimited seemingly" said
| MI. Fotheringay. And. about Mr.. winch
| altogether unlimited.'.. And from .the
| hearth rug Mr.. Maydig, waving the Winch
difficulty aside unfolded a series of won
derfui proposals-proposals he invented as
| he went along. 80
| Now, what those proposals were does
not concern the essentials of this story
| Suh1ce 1t that they were designed in n
! spirit of infinite benevolence, the sort of
| beneyolence that used to be called post
prandial Suffice 1t, too, that the prob
lem OF Winch remained unsolyed Nor is
| 1t necessary to describe how far that Sc
| rfes got to its fulfllment. There were as
! tonishing changes. The small hours found
Mr.. Maydig and Mr.. Fotheringay career
Ing across the chilly market square, under
/ the still moon, In sort of ecstasy of
thaumaturgy, Mr.. Maydig all flap and ges-
| ture, Mr.: Fotheringay short and bristling
| and no longer abashed at his greatness
They had reformed every drunkard In the
parliamentary division. changed all the
beer and alcohol to water (Mr. Maydig had