The weekly examiner., 1901-08-10
BY CHARLES M. SHELDON

left an impression of kind heartedness with the former society leader, and Rhena felt, as she said, grateful for the apparent sincerity which would recognize her present position in Cham pion as entitling her to place still in polite society.
 Rhena did not light her lamp after Louise went out. She sat by the win dow, looking out on the falling snow. When the time came to go out for the meeting, which was held regularly in the hall Instead of the street now that the nights had become stormy, she shivered with the cold. Her lips nov ed in an audible prayer that some one going by the passage heard, 70 Lamb of God that takest away the sins of the world, pardon me and help me"' There were very few out that evening. A great storm grew with the night, and in the morning all Champion, with it's setting of pine covered hills, was deep in the snow that swept past Rhe- mas windows in drifted pillows high up against the old storage room door.
 That afternoon Stuart came down through the drifts to meet with An drew and Erie. as the three had agreed, to talk over the matter of relief for the miners and also to arrange for some thing more permanent than a plan of local relief for the immediate distress of Champion. Eric managed to get through the snow and insisted that the struggle did him good. Andrew well comed them in his hearty fashion and began to talk roses the first thing.
 Look at that! If that isn't beauty, don't know what it is. Just let me cut that for you, MT. Duncan"
 T won't take it-not with the mis- ter.' You have forgotten the bargain" replied Stuart, smiling.
 Andrew looked little confused, then he said: T did not know how Vassall here might take it. He is a prior at- tachment-"
 Erie" said Stuart, laying hand on his old friends shoulder, do you ob- ject If Burke here calls me Stuart and I call him Andrew? It seems absurd that when a man saves another mans life he should continue on such terms of formality as are used by ordinary acquaintances."
 My name is Eric, then," replied Eric
 
 faults, but Ittleness of soul and petty Jealousy were not among them.
 'That settles it, then. It's to be An drew, Eric and Stuart to the end of the chapter" assented Stuart eagerly. He was enthusiastic this afternoon. He had begun to be caught up in the pas sion of a great idea, and he felt able to do almost anything. It is true that, woven into all his thoughts of conse- crated money and it's wonderful pow CT, there was in Stuart the glowing i'm age of Rhena Dwight, and his love for her was growing in strength and mean ing every moment. He had not seen her to speak to since that night in the army hall. But he did not know how strong hold his feeling had upon his whole being until now, as he began to face a great opportunity, perhaps the greatest in his life, the slight form and pale face of the Salvation Army leader place there.
 Andrew was cutting off two of the choicest roses. He gave one to Stuart and one to Eric.
 Say, 1t seems too bad to cut 'em off the plants that way" said Eric as he took the blossom and stuck 1t awk- wardly into a buttonhole.
 That's what I grow them for," re- piled Andrew.
 Flows your church work going On?" asked Stuart, pulling himself out of his brown study after thanking Andrew for the rose.
 "Oh, I&don't know yet. Pm slow to get acquainted, and this is a new field to me. If I can succeed in making the people believe they like me, think we shall have a good time together. | never saw so many characters as there are up here"
 "Do you count us in?' asked Eric.
 You're the very first ones. If I knew how, I'd put you two into book" s
 Anybody else" asked Stuart.
 "Dr. Saxon-that is, if he would stand still long enough to be put"
 "Yes, the doctor would have to go in sure" replied Eric. "Is that allY'
 "The Salvation Army would have to come in, led by Miss Dwight" replied Andrew. "Then would throw in some specimen miners and mix them up in various situations, and my book would be very interesting-that is, it would if didn't mix them up so that they never could get unmixed," added An drew frankly. II never wrote a book in my life, but I believe Champion is full of material for it.''
 Perhaps some one will put us into a story some time," said Stuart con- templatfvely. Meanwhile, my dear friends, to the realities of our present conditions. Every man could probably write one good story if he had to. At any rate, we live a. story in our own lives, and am beginning to learn that every human being is q tragedy-a possible one, I mean. Since I became