The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-05-25
In the Potter's $ Hands.
BY JULIA rku1rr BISHOP.

BY JULIA rKuITT BISHOP. Copyright l9oe. by Daily Story Pub. Col Mrs. Lynn felt her responsibility more than usual that morning. For four years. the young minister. past all kinds of matrimshtal snares, only to find that when the right giri came along at last he was as blind and as unresponsive as though he had been made of wood. True. he had never been even slightly conscious of the aforesaid matrimonial snares, and had not known that she was ptloti,ig him past anything. How should of height. and power. and logic and elo- duence in@the pulpit. had ordained that he should be as clay in the hands or the potter when it came to worldly affairs. As for Mrs. Lynn. while he was in his study busy with next Sundays sermon. she was expressing herself unsparingiy to old Jane. & a S.'It's too bad of Dick-its not at all what I. expected of him.. she declared. ble, and with so much taste-and' low voicc-I can't endure screechtng woman and no relatives to speak of-I -never could dream of haMng Dick marry . wo. . and dictate to me-and she has little money, though I'm not particular about that-I have enough for Dick
 ., She gsu:ed ,,, a tc take T breath and dn.r to
  tuntty to remark, sfatuously:
 Maybe he ain't noticed her, He ain't worryin' about no woman.
 No he hasn't noticed her. replied Mrs. dinner, and go off and lie down after wards on purpose. and he slts there and talks books the whole time. Books! And once he is coming in and meets her in the garden in the moonlight, and he stands there and talks f1owers! She's got Sd she doesn't like 10 como over here. When he was. gone that last time rre- tended that he was to be away all night. and begged her to stay with me-alrnost lying for his sake, Jane--another little bit and it would have been a fafsehood! .-and he scame back and wasn't in the house five minutes before he was of to see old Penn, baker. because he was sick! What is anyone to do with man like thatT' fsr' e+s' :,
 ..I wouldn't worry myself with no man, . said Jane, sententitiously thus virtually admitting that the problem was too much for her. N*} t-5s
 ''Yes, but can't leave him alone" said Mrs. Lynn, with tragic emphasis. If lido he Is likely to marry just anybody perhaps that sandy haired Gaines girl-- and think of her mother. Some ones at the door. Jane.''
 Mrs. Lynn was still reviewing the sit uation and grieving over it desperately when Jane returned.
 That young Harrison to see you, ma'am. she said with the privilege of age. and Mrs. Lynn went to meet the young Tom Harrison.
 When she emerged from her conference with the much-embarrassed young man. contemplative look was on her face and a new light in her eyes.
 sFll see what can be done. Tom" she said cordially. and sense of justice to Tom forced her to add. but don't think you need expect anything"
 I'm not hoping much he confessed, gloomily. But I knew you were so in- timate-and maybe If she knew you
 of course" said Mrs. Lynn. pusily plotting treason against Tom Good bye. Tell your mother I'll send her that pickle
 With an innocent countenance and a into the study.
 You know how you like Tom Harrison, Dick" she said with warm and graceful he wants you to undertake a very deli
 What is 1t? I should be glad to help Tom" said the Reverend Rickard Moore, pushing his books away
 ened to assure him. 'I told Tom you would. He's in love with girl. you know, and he's so timid, and feels so unworthy. and 50 afraid of refusal-and he thinks girl about 1t and tell her how well every one thinks of Tom-how well you think, especially"
 He lowered before her; agfiast.
 Well, should certainly call that a delicate mission" he cried. Let him go himself"
 T told him you would go,' said Mrs; Lynn. unmoved. He'd never go--and there'll be his happiness spoiled for his whole life. Grace thinks so much of you its Grace, you know-shell listen to what you say. She went by with her sketch book little while ago. You'll find her out at the park, I think"
 He did not move t ,v
 You mean Miss Noble?' he asked.