The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-07-10

herself. saying She had some commit
tee work to do. Faith was left stand
ing alone, and no one else spoke to
her She tried to believe that there
was no intention in the neglect But
her face burned, and she finally re-
solved to go out, TO shake the dust of
that church from her feet and never
return to it.
She had reached the door when the
face of her father came up before her,
the patient, loving, long suffering ia
Their at home, who had. to Faiths own
knowledge. endured for years number
less privations and Sights without los
ing his Christian manhood or coura ge.
With the face of her father also came
another, the Masters, as Faith remem-
bered it from one of the pictures she
had at home of Christ in Gcthsemanc.
This is not overcoming" she said to
herself, and ii the door of the chapel
she stopped. walked back to the church
door entrance and went into the main
room.
An usher showed her to a good seat,
and she sat there with her head bowed
for IL minutes before the service be-
gan. When she raised her head, her
eyes We're wet with tears, and the peo-
pie near her looked surprised. But
Faith had overcome. She had fought
another battle on that eventful Lords
day and had won the victory.
When the service began, she enjoyed
it. The singing was by quartet, and
to Faith in her present condition the
music came with refreshing. The SER
i mon helped her too. 1t was on the
subject of Christ's sufferings, and She
/ felt ashamed as she listened and COM
pared her own troubles with those of
+ the great Sufferer for the sins of Il
4 whole world.
AT the close of the service she hest
! tated, but fually went up to the front
of the church and introduced herself
(, to the minister.
/ He was one of the Chicago pastors
1 who had known her father when he
was in the seminary. They We're not
in the same class. but had correspond
! ed a little of late years.
; 'What" he exclaimed as Faith spoke
her name. Miss Kirk of Conrad. My
dear" he called to his wife. who was
near by, this is Malcolm Kinks daugh-
i ter. You remember his stories in the
! papers. Our boys think there are no
stories just like his. We are so glad
4 to see you"
! The minister's wife greeted her very
I kindly. and Faith almost cried, she was
i so touched by their cordial reception
"Whcre are you stopping in the
| city," the minister asked.
Faith hesitated and then frankly
/ told him where she was and what size
was doing. There was moments
/ look of surprise on the faces of the
minister and his wife, but they We're
genuine Christians. and without ask
ing any more questions the minister's
wife said as she laid loving hand on
| Faiths arm:
My dear, come and take tea with
us next Sunday evening at B. Don't
1 fail, will you:"
She gave Faith their house number
and Faith walked ont of the church
! feeling as if some Christianity We're
left in that great sinful city after all.
That night She wrote home long
letter to her mother, telling her all
about her work and especially the ey-
perience of that day When she fin
islled. she prayed for blessing on all
! the dear home circle, and in greater
peace of soul than she had known in Z
long time she committed herself to the
care of the All Father
AS the weeks work began again, the
Fultons found themselves wondering
how long the new girls capabilities
would hold out Faith combined her
fathers physical endurance and her
mothers New England thrift and neat
ness. Her kitchen shone with bright
ness. Her meals We're delightful sur
prises to every member of the family.
Her good nature seemed unfaiing.
We've got Il real treasure" even
Mrs. Fulton confessed Wednesday
evening to her husband. The only
thing | dread is that she may not hold
out. | have never been satisfied with
any girl ever had"
Perhaps you expected too much"
Nj. Fulton suggested. absently. as he
continued to read his paper.
I'm sure we pay enough to get sat
isfactory help" She replied. If the
capable American girls would only
work out more we housekeepers would
not have so many trials" Mrs. Fulton
sighed, but it is possible if she had
changed places with Faith that Sunday
she might have understood better why
more American girls do not work out
at service.
Thursday morning Mrs. Fulton Went
down to the city on some shopping,
and Faith WAS alone in the house. She
started her kitchen work early and
then went into the parlor to sweep and
dust.
The piano was open, and one of Sou
sa's new marches was on the rack
where Alice had left it, She had been
practicing it that morning before she
went away TO school
Faith had received a good musical
education from her mother. The piano