The weekly examiner., 1901-08-10

and one sided and unreasonable ana all that, and no one knows it better than do. All the same, am sure that as there is a God who rules and judges there will come day of reckoning for the men and women who have spent his money on their selfish pleasures re- gardless of Gods children who have gone through life starved and parched for the lack of the beautiful gifts of their Father which he intended all should enjoy"
 There was q silence in the room. Andrew went over to the window and looked out. He came back to the ta- ble at once and without a word cut half q dozen of the choicest roses from his plants, hastily rolled them up in a paper and without a word of explana- tion rushed out of the room. Eric and Stuart could hear him tearing down the stairs three steps at time. They looked at each other in silence and then rose and. went over to the win dow.
 Crossing the square by one of the diagonal paths cut through by the snowplow was Mrs. Binney, the wife of the injured miner, the woman who had come in to see Dr. Saxon the day before Stuart and Eric had been caught in the mine. She was carrying a basket on one arm and was on her way home after having been down to Champion from her house up on the hill. An drew had been up to see Jim several times.
 Eric and Stuart, looking out, saw Andrew wade through a snowdrift that reached almost to his neck and stop the astonished Mrs. Binney just as she was turning off to go up across the railroad tracks. He gave her the roses in the paper. She put them in her basket and bowed her curiously shawl ed and bonneted head. Andrew rushed back, darted up stairs, pulled a broom out of the closet, retired to the hall, brushed himself off and, coming back, said, panting: Excuse me. I am some times taken that way. It is not dan gerous.''
 ''It would be good thing if it was that is, if it was catching" said Eric significantly.
 his seat and was very thoughtful. in q great study over many things.
 T am wrestling with a problem greater than any that ever challenged me-" he said at last as the others re- mained quiet. 'I need more wisdom and more knowledge. believe, as Eric says, that money can create miracles of a certain sort in Cham pion, but shall say: Go to, nowi Be hold me! I am Stuart Duncan, the mine owner. have a million dollars. I am going to spend this money for your benefit. My friends, how will you have it? In libraries, souphouses, music, flowers, lectures, preaching, art or what not? I am ready to Chris tianize, elevate, improve and lift up, to tween rich and poor and educated and ignorant. You just keep quiet, and the million dollars will do the rest Is that the idea2 Given, a million dol lars to bring in the millennium. Is that the relation between a million dol lars and a million years of paradise? It is not so easy. I can see the hall dedicated to labor. That is a possi- bility. And the music and the flow CTS and all that. Good. But there is a good deal more behind and within. One thing I know very certainly: I must see for myself what the needs are in Champion. I know in a general way, but I want to know in detail"
 There's one person can tell you all about it." said Andrew.
 "Who's that?''
 sMiss Dwight"
 | he could see the front of the Salvation Army hall. Rhena was just going in with one of the women belonging to the army.
 "Fm told that she is familiar all ready with nearly every case of suf- fering in Champion" continued An drew. "She has even been out on the hills as far as Cornishtown. It's a pokerish place in winter, full of pit holes and abandoned prospecting shafts. wouldn't want to get caught out there and lose my way after dark with this new snow covering up bad places."
 Stuart did not answer. He was look ing from the window and saw Rhena and the woman come out of the hall with bundles. They crossed the street and disappeared behind the engine house. going in the direction of the Cornishtown path.
 "What did you say" asked Stuart suddenly as-he came back from his lit tie Journey with Rhena. Andrew and Eric were sitting where they did not see what Stuart had seen.
 "I said that In case you ever fall into a hole in Cornishtown 1t might be just as we'll to leave the spending of that money to Erie and me-" replied An drew, nodding at Eric. "That is, leave 1t before you fell in. For the chances are that no one will be prospecting around at this time of the year with a rope to pull you out"
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