Evening journal., 1900-02-13

lrol1nd Mis- EalniOfth hal tod nct5.
ihv's sad story TO the clergyman "
the parish. and he had promised to 10
what he could for her, and she had
GOOD hopes that she would obtain u.
i, was not the life she would have
preferred, but. In contrast with the
hardships Of the last twelve months, II
looked like raradise. Dorothy was now
on her way 10 meet one of the school
managers who was examining candi-
Gates for the place.
on her way She passed a church. She
slipped in and sat down. Thoughts
tf tod came into the girls mind. She
had not said q prayer for years. Was
there not something In the Bible about
answering prayer--some promise that
whatever we pray for would be grant
ga? She was sure OF It. AT once DOro-
shy resolved TO put It to the test She
would pray for this post in Ireland
sinking on her knees Dorothy poured
ont her petitions 10 the Father Of her
spirit; nor did she content herself with
merely stating her request. but re-
turned to IL again and again. beseech-
Ing the Almighty that this thing might
ho granted TO her.
She saw the school manager. and he
proofs which she furnished OF her MT
ness for the post.
Three weeks went slowly by. Doro-
thy thought she had never known time
io pass so slowly. And then one morn
Ing n large envelope was handed TO
her 1t bore the Ballyrowen postmark,
and her fingers trembled so that she
could scarcely tear open the cover.
-'here was nothing but her few poor
testimonials returned to her, with a
evil note saying that "the managers
regretted to be unable to aval them
selves OF her services" That was all.
That was the victory Of her prayerl
Two months after her great disap-
pOntmpnt Dorothy obtained a large
manuscript which was 10 be typewrit-
ten as soon as possible. Hurrying
home, she threw of her hat and Jacket,
lit the lamp and taking n peep at her
sleeping baby. began her task. The lit
tle thing slumbered ON. She was so
used to the click Of the machine that It
never disturbed her now.
The manuscript was q story by "Gld-
con Armstrong n writer OF whom
She had heard once or twice within
Too last few months. She dashed at the
written pages and covered several
sheets before il occurred TO her that
ihc handwriting was familiar to her.
1T could not be-surely it could not be-
Yes, ii was her husbands.
So he was Gideon Armstrong He
was known. becoming popular. per.
. haps rich. at all events. well of; and
She. the poor, discarded wife, was
, starving IN a calret, glad to earn pit
nnce by doing the work Of n clerk IN
d nI FrH NUI
would en- his pockets and make hin
more famous than eyerl Dorothy
I lasped her hands before her on the
! able, rested her head on them and
Nept bitterly.
At last she bent to her work and
, 'or time wrote steadily. But suddenly
Z She came to a full stop.
p 1T was impossible for DOdie to sa.
I moro
Z Her own pet name. the name Eve
8 rard had given her when they W n
s lovers. looked ont AT her from the pa
n Ter. put evidently by mistake for tn
! name OF the heroine. She must har
been In his mind, she said TO herself
or her name could not have found Il
4 way to the paptri She blushod and he
yves shone. But what was she 10 do
!, Was she to hold her peace and le
him go? II lie indeed remembers
Il hcr---
4 Then an idea struck her. Here an
= here throughout the manuscript sh
sui stituted 'Deiie" for the name Ey
! rrard had given his heroine Sh
i, thought he would be sure TO MOTTO
y his, to wonder why It had been nc
! 20 make inquiries. II he did not choos
y 10 do So If he made no sign, she coull
n 80 on as she was doing
~ That night the manuscript was fin
!. shed. Next day she took it back {
4 he Office and received the few sha
a lngs that were due to her for her Ia
n hor Then she went home and waited
!. one evening she could not work
a baby was worrying and the time tina
10 should have been spent over her type
n writer was given to soothing the littl
4 ones cries. Weary and half-distracte
H. on account Of her neglected work. Dol
olhy was sitting down to her machln
IN when she noticed that the baby
N cough mixture was nearly finished
M Ony n few drops were left in the DO
n tle II was scarcely ten o'clock; IN
ii lrugglst's shop would be open if sh
n vent at once.
Throwing shawl over her head. sl
a went out. closed her door behind he
nj and began to descend the dark stat
Iv case.
N Can you tell me whether a Mr.
1e payn lives herew said a voice clos
s 90 her
n, Dorothy was silent. She felt as II h'
40 heart must stop beating if she trie
10 20 speak.
~ Il thought | heard some one con
10 ing down. / shall do you no harm
nv Surely you need not be afraid TO &c
he If Mrs Payn lives i'm this house
st "Eveiard, do you want me2 l al
or Dorothy"
-
n. When Dorothy came TO herself 81
nj was lying on the floor of her room, hl
". head resting on her husbands arr
". and baby screaming Justify in her or
Nv de. Soon she was able TO take n
al child and hush II.
us tlat our baby. DorothyW sa
Nc ser husband, wondering DorOti
NJ .lushed and nodded, and put the chi
he 'Ato his arms.
ne In the long talk that followed Ev
Ia. ard explained that he had tried
"a vain 10 find his wife and had IN