The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1900-10-04

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"Oh, Mrs KIRK, may God help you! For
| giUe mel"
| which had been fast bound within her
as if 1t would burst, felt the first relief
she had known. God was leading her
She still did not know that what Nal
com had experienced had come to her
also. But the lonely, stricken woman
IN the little study, representing SO
much human sorrow Of kind that
neither Dorothy nor Malcom knew. had
touched her. She also was able to say
to her husband years afterward that
she felt rs If the coming Of that other
burden into their own heavy hearted
lives was a part Of the loving Fatners
plan for their victory in overcoming
the world, the world Of what might
have grown to be very selfish sorrow
| What happened, all that was said in
that little study room after that, is not
easy to tell; but when Mrs. Barton
went out Malcom Kirk went with her.
| Dorothy went into her own little room
and prayed. and there was that In her
prayer that revealed to her the loving
Father. For the first time she saw her
baby surrounded by the infinite love,
and when she came back to her work
in the kitchen there were hope, immor-
tai hope, and q large measure Of the
peace Of Christ In her heart
| Malcom Kirk got into the farm ";
on with Mrs. Barton, and they drove
down to the main business street Of
| Conrad.
"Now, Mrs. Barton" Malcom had
said, III you will wait outside I'll go
into the saloons and see II can find
your boy. While I'm looking you
might question passersby and ask
them II they have seen the hay wagon
and horses anywhere"
She thanked him gratefully, and he
noted that even In the burning sun her
thin, sorrowful figure trembled and
| shivered. and her lips quivered as IL
she were cold. His compassion for her
motherhood increased every moment
"God help her." he said as he stepped
down out Of the wagon. This boy
Is one Of the lost ones in this town
that Dorothy and pledged ourselves
three years ago to rescue. Heaven
, give me strength and wisdom to make
1 that promise good"
He had never been inside Of saloon
in his life. He shrank from the ordeal
before him with all the shuddering Of
a highly sensitive spirit In the presence
Of an ugly, repulsive, hideous evil. But
he went at once into the first saloon
on the main street and stopped inside
near the door and looked around him.
1t was not yet 10 o'clock in the morn
ing, but there were dozen men and
boys in the room, which was quite
large, seated with stools and furnished
with small, round tables.
At first his entrance attracted no at
tention. A few Of the men were
lounging at the bar. The rest were
seated at the tables. But as he re-
mained by the door two or three of
those nearest him turned and looked at
him. One Of the men was q laborer
who had several times been employed
by Malcom in odd Jobs about the house.
Instantly Kirk walked over to him
and held out his hand. Carver, do
you know Mrs. Barton's boy? Philip
is his name. She Is looking for him.
He left home Saturday, and she is
sure he is in one of the saloons some.
where"
The man looked very much embar-
rassed. He shuffled his feet nervously
in the dirty sawdust under the table.
Il saw him yesterday. He was in
Valmers place In the next block"
"Thank you," said Malcom slowly.
"Can any Of you gentlemen tell me
anything about him7 Has any one
seen him todayw
No one answered, and there was a
painful silence. The barkeeper, who
had been eying Kirk, suddenly broke
the silence by saying with q short
laugh:
"You won't find him here. I won't
say he hasn't been here. He knows a
good thing when he sees It. Won't
you step up and take o glass Of iced
beer this morning? We keep the best
In the town on tap for preachers"
There was laugh from one or two
of the men nearest the sneakp hut