The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1904-05-04

III INtNtltllh JDllAl Ia "
II 4 renee sat at his stud
o o table, leaning on his el
i bow, his usually busy pei
SNo~ held idly between his tin
ye:s. He gazed far over the plains
trancelike expression ip his thought
.fui eyes; he believed that the time wa!
coming when those plains would b'
peopled, and. with the hopefulncs'
which made his missionary life beau
6ful, he seemed to see the church
eading, inspiring and ministcring tC
Ghese people. Already he had visions
OF a school wherein his own wife
should be the ruling spirit: visions oi
q hospital, Il guild-house and club
rooms, where these savaces might
grow less savage. Even the fact thai
thus far only one poor little wooden
church building was to be found in
many miles did not in the least inter.
fere with his dreams.
>Z1ow long he might have dreamed
no one knows, but he was recalled by
. gentle voice calling to him:
~ am twenty-five inches around the
waist, John, and my skirt length is
forty thee. You know you asked me
yesterday" '--,-
,,xSnre enough" he answered, with a
little start, taking up his tapeline
which lay conspicuously on his desk
sJ must get that letter off today: bu
I'd better measure you myself. fot
probably measured with string
That's the feminine way, | believe"
His wife came in. feather duster II
hand. and as he drew the line abou
her waist, he dropped kiss upon be
forehead.
II hope they will send you somethin;
pretty"
Mrs. Lawrence burst into laughter
"The idea OF anything pretty in
missionary box, John, Who ever hear
Of It? It's against the nature of thing
Perhaps 1t Is wicked, but | have somt
times thought that they made ther
as ugly as possible. DO you remeu
Der the snuff -colored dressing JACKIE
with the black frinSe:'
Wasn't that prettyF' he qucrie'
81 always thought it was very oil
CANT, except when the fringe dippe
in the coffee"
"You dear dreamer! You don
know what Is pretty. You don't 81
anything but your beloved Sunda
school and night classes and sl'
people. A rheumatic old Indian woI
an IL beautiful to you If"
~If she is a Christian! Yes, adm
It." he said gently; "all of Gods ere
tures are beautiful to me, and one
them most beautiful" and again
gave her loving caress aud resum
his work
Sheets. pillow cases, street suit (
my wife, clerical suit for myself. oy'
'coat-I hate TO ask for that, but 1t
such necessity in this bleak land.
He read once again the friendly |,
Ter. in which he had been urged
make known all his needs. assurl
him that they would be supplied.
far rs possible, by a branch OF I
Woman's Auxiliary.
These boxes. which had so lrked t
pride Of many a missionary, never Z
Tended John Lawrence. He gave lit
thought TO self. His Divine Mast
had lived on aims. ana his own h,
lion was too rich. too broad, for a
petty egotlssn to create even spe
upon 1t; but. he sometimes reflect
with regret, his wife keenly disllll
this phase Of missionary life.
could not forget ut times that he h
taker. her from a luxurious home: |
had he not given her greater opp
tunity 10 do Gods work? And was !
not doing 1t sweetly and uncompla
ingly? He would try to believe Il
she did not care.
In the meantime Mrs. Lawrence Y
austing the sitting room. and she
>ome to a standstill before III
cory miniature OF herself. the pi
'f which would almost have paid
.yerything In their modest home.
~as made ten years before, when
had just finished school and was ar
Iy charming In that dainty gown. II
becoming 1t was. and how much he /
admired her In II!
Alice. Is there anything you wa
We are to mention everything we nc
and they will supply as far as I
sible."
Yes" she called. little sarca
calIy. please tell them I need v
much pale blue cashmere gov
and then she smiled at the absur,
OF such request from misslonal
wife. "Imagine the CONSERVATION I
would create" she thought. III
really would ask for such thing.
She replaced the miniature wit
dgh. Was II a crime to love pr
ehings? And would she ever have