, 1900-02-21

that 1t was time they were going if he
could believe the clock Of appetite. An
ma met them at the door, her eyes
dancing, as she said: Uncle Warren
is always ready. You lay of your
things and sit down at the table"
When Mr.. Warren had finished the
tenderly thankful grace, fraught as it
was with a new meaning, Johns eyes
as well as Annals were filled with tears.
Mr., Warren turned over his plate and
there lay the concealed mortgage. Slow
ly he lifted it. What does this mean,
john" The kind voice of the old man
trembled with emotion as he glanced
first at the mortgage, then at the son.
And Johns mother, who had been peer
ing through her glasses at something
which wouldn't pour out the cream
pitcher, turned the article upside down,
and a bunch of bank notes dropped
upon the table.
Then the old couple saw it all and
soon the three were grasping hands,
and no one could say a word until John
managed to murmur: Father, mother,
it's part OF my repentance"
During these scenes Anna had quiet
ly withdrawn and John called her, say
ing: .She helped me plan it."
Then the father carved the brown,
fat turkey, and John had his plate
"heaped with enough for a regiment
After dinner, while Mrs. Warren and
Anna were clearing up the dishes, Mr.,
Warren and his son sat in the kitchen
and John told them his story. AS they
listened the women were very careful
to set the dishes down gently, and often
stood with plate suspended while he
recounted the struggles of nine years.
The dishes cleaned and put away, his
father. looking out of the window
said: 81 wonder what Sam Bolus /:
driving his livery team up here for?'
oh" said his son, we're going tc
take a ride. Anna, do your duty"
So Anna took the mystified Mrs
Warren into the little spare room
and John asked his father to walk up
10 his ,com. and there, spread out on
the bed, was a splendid new, warm
suit of clothing and shoes ana & fu,
cap and a handsome great coat.
With the words, Put them on, faith
er; haven't time for explanations" his
son hurried into the next apartment.
The old man knelt down by the bed
and murmured, 81 thank thee, Lord, for
my son. Then arising, clothed him
self in the first well-fitting suit he had
ever worn. John, too, arrayed himself
in his best, and Don they walked down
into the parlor, where John saw a
sweet, matronly woman and a pretty
young woman, both smiling and both
having evidences of recent tears.
We'll. mother" said Mr.. Warren, a
few moments later, as he clasped her
hand under the buffalo robe, Il didn't
know you were so purity"
We'll father" said she, as she
smoothed down the new cloak with the
land that was free, Il think you are
almost as handsome as John.
And John and Anna on the front seat
smiled and finally laughed outright in
their happiness.
Driving around to the station, John
ciEowed his way through the crowd of
l~cafers, who were more than ready to
claim acquaintance, and entering the
little waiting room, telegraphed Brace
and Brown his intention to remain at
his parents home a week longer. Leap
ing into the sleigh again and taking
the Ieins from Anna, he drove to the
town of F. There they heard a con-
cert, which Mrs. Warren said was "just
like heaven" Then home under the
starlight, and when they said good
night to Anna they added God bless
you"
Mr.. S;ott's mar attended to the even
ing chores and was waiting to take the
team to the livery stable.
The tired but happy old people soon
retired. and John, after he had gazed
into the fire until sleepy, climbed to
his room, feeling it had been the hap
piest day Of all his life.
During the week that followed John
engaged a hired man to ease his faith
er's work, and a trusty girl to relieve
his mother. He also hired a carpenter
to do some needed repairing and set in
motion many plans for the future COM
fort of his parents.
One day he and Harry Scott hunted
through the woods, and when, tired
and loaded with trophies of the days
hunt, they came to Mrs. Warren's
they found Jennie Nellis and Anna
seated before the "great-hearthed fire."
What a merry supper hat was, and
how the old people laughed at the
bright sallies of the young folk!
Then they roasted apples and told
stories, and John felt that he had faith
fully carried out the programme of the
travelling men.
When he left for the west he car
ried in his memory not only the dear
faces of his parents, but the gentle
voice of Anna, as. she said:
Eyes, but not until June, John."-L.
NJ. Hiatt, in Chicago Post.
George Barbe, Mendoza, Va, says:
Nothing did me so much good a Ko-
dol Dyspepsia Cure. One dose reliev-
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