The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1902-04-11

cheerfully, heartily, washing dishes
clean, sweeping rooms without shirk-
ing, learning the best ways to prepare
| food for the household-all this is part
| of noble life, and it is this thought of
| the dignity and nobility of service that
is lost out of the world to-day. 1t must
be recovered before we can begin to
solve the question. There must be on
| the part of the mothers and housekeep-
ers and on the part of the girls who
consecrate themselves to home minis
| try real thought of the real meaning
of servants place in the economy of
| life. The homes of America must learn
to sanctify and beautify the labor of
| the hands. Not until our social Chris
| tianity has learned the lesson of min
istry, and learned that it is as noble
to minister in the kitchen as in the
pulpit, not until then shall we begin
/ to have any answer worth having to
the question of service in the home"
Barbara stopped suddenly, and then
said. with smile at the little group:
'But this is long sermon for Satur-
day night, and see how late it is!
1 can't ask you to stay any longer.
But 1 want you to come again."
The careless-looking girl was the
last to say good night. As she shook
Barbara's hand strongly, she said:
81 don't think the. sermon was too
long, Miss Clark don't go to
church on Sunday, and need preach
ing. 1 think maybe 1 owe you more
than you imagine
To Barbara's surprise, the girl sud-
denly threw her arms about her
neck and kissed her. There was a
| tear on her cheek as she suddenly
turned and went down the steps and
! joined the others.
"If I have such an influence over
that soul, my Lord,' prayed Bar
bara that night, "help me to use it
for her salvation" 1t was already
becoming a sweet source of satisfac-
ton to Barbara that the ambition of
her life was beginning to mean a saw
ing of other lives. She was only yet
dimly conscious of her great infu-
ence over other girls.
The next day was Sunday, and she
remembered her foolish remark to
Mr.. Morton. During all his absence
she had not been to the Marble
| Squire SeTN1ceS. one ndQ dCUenUeO
elsewhere, but had not been out in
the evening, going to her mothers
and spending the evening reading to
her. She had at present Rev. F. B.
Meyers book, "The Shepherd Psalm"
and both mother and daughter were
enjoying it very much.
She was reading the last chapter,
and even as she read she remembered
| that this was the night when the
Christian Endeavor society at the
Marble Square church had the entire
service. There was no preaching aft
er the Endeavor meeting, which
closed about eight o'clock.
It was half-past eight as Barbara
finished the beautiful narrative, and
her mother had thanked her and
made comments on the clearness of
the style and it's spiritual helpful
ness, when the bell rang.
They had so few visitors, espe-
cially on Sunday, that they were
startled by the sound. But Barbara
rose at once and went to the door.
| When she opened it, she uttered
an exclamation of establishment. For
Mr.. Morton was standing there! His
face was pale, and even stern, Bar
bara imagined, as he stood there.
MAY I come in?" he said quietly,
as Barbara stood still. 81 want very
much to see you and your mother"
| Barbara murmured a word of apol-
ogy, and then invited him to enter.
Mrs. Clark rose to greet him, and
the minister took the seat she prof
| fered him.
ITO Be Continued