The Saint Paul globe., 1901-05-26

buy, he'd buy sensible. He needs a new
suit now, but he never thinks of himself
Maria looked around the sitting room
at the pictures on the wall (the deacon
| was not judge of art. but neither were
his Women-klnd); at the mantel loaded
! with gayly decorated ornaments: at the
! bright rugs covering the well Wcrn car
! pet; the new fnotstcol before her motn-
er's chair,
81 guess I'll tell Joe we needn't walt
till fall, she said. you'll be able 20
spare me considerable towards setting UP.
! I've made Joe premise never to begin col
| lectinG tickets.
Mrs. Parker tossed her head 81 guess
if Joe does as well by you as the dea-
cons done by me, you won't have much
cause to complain" A moment later.
catching sight of her spouse driving 10
the gate in his shabby old gig. a suspi-
c1ous showing Of brown paper parcels
about him, she rose impatiently. II de-
| clare wish congress would make it
against the law to give out tickets"
caed Iedt po6 Raf nfsr he wife
won think any real harm of the dea-
! con?" she said, as she rose to leave the
little study, where she had been clos
eted for some time. Il thought maybe
you might help me-it's for his good.
you know-but I'd never forgive myself
if folks got to talking about it,
The following Sunday the Rev. Coils
Hatchley,, gave his people an earnest
direct talk on the sin Of self indulgence
along the line of any one particular pas
sion. Mrs. Parker glancing out of che
corner OF her eye at her husband saw
the color coming and going in his thin
face and the ever-deepening concern in
his eyes.
He was very silent during the ride
scarcely anything. Mrs Parker did not
know whether to be relieved or trou-
bled.
All the afternoon the deacon sat silent
Vic oIAe l.
knee. When the twilight came and
Maria had gone out to tea with Joe. he
rose and began pacing slowly up and
down the ShadOwy room
Feeling badly?'' his wife asked, at
last
Betsy. Tm''-he stopped in front Of her
Tn wrestling. That was a power
| full sermon this morning 1 see my sin
clear at last. and I'm a wrestling
Betsy rocked uneasily. 'I don't know 8
I'd take it too much to heart, Tyson
she said, with womanly inconsistency.
The deacon had gone over to IittIs
corner cupboard and taken out pile
Of yellow tickets. From there to the
stove was but step or two; the next
moment they were curling and writhinS
on the hot Goals Within
Betsy" the deacon said breathlessly,
I've put, my sin behind me, but 1 can't
put the consequences I'll have to bring
1t before the next general meeting; l
need disciplining, Betsy. To think that
l, deacon in the church. should have
gone on SO wickedly spending money
Wnere it wasn't needed, and SO much
good waiting to be done! I've been an ex-
tray CANT, self7indulgent sinner, but,
thank the Lord see my wrong g-doing
now"
Deacon Parkerr'-his wife had seized
him by The shoulder-'if you dare to
breathe a word of this at general meet
ing of anywhere, else, TIP'-she broke off
abruptly Though it was against all
the deacon had wheat cakes and maple
syrup and ham and eggs for supper
For day or two the sense of victory
over self kept the deacon's spirit up;
then the outer man began to triumph
over the inner. Deprived of its ono
stlmulanti the ,deacon's life seemed dull
ana vapid- He gave up his trips to town,