The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1904-01-21
REAPlNG THE HARVEST.
Dy HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

Chatham street." blubbered the youth.
full criminal.
What would you have done with the
money!"
Bought marbles, an tafy."
'How much would he have paid you
for it:'
"a dime"
"The poor boy has no idea Of the
value of what he has stolen," said the
minister, pityingly. What is your
name, child:''
John Piper"
'Well, John, don't you know it is
very wrong to steal?'
| "No-o-O, sir"
"Then you must be very ignorant,
John"
II suppose 1 is" the boy said, glanc-
| ing furtively toward Metals plying
eyes and Eloise's contemptuous gaze.
John" persisted the good clergy
man. "do you know that you ought to
be sent to jail:"
Don't give me to the. police, sirr'
whimpered the boy, land 1 Won't never
do it no more!'
! "John," said the minister, solemnly,
4 will let you go on one condition
that you come to my Sunday school, or
the corner of NJ and c. streets,
next Sunday morning at 8 o'clock pre-
cisely. Will you promise me to Gomez"
eyes, sir"
! And so John Piper was allowed to
retreat, little Meta running after him
as far as the basement door to slip the
big red apple slyly into his basket.
"Just like Meta" said Eloise, scorn-
fully, ''and here she'll have no apple
for her lunch.''
II don't want one," said Meta, stout
ly, and her father patted her golden
head with an approving touch, that
was worth many apples to her.
But when, on the succeeding Sunday,
the good man looked around in his
little flock, John Piper was not there
! 1t was as might have been expected:
he had seen the last of that youthful
guerrilla Of the streets, Sunday
schools were not to Master Piper's
taste, whatever might be said of silver
forks and big red apples.
II am SORRY" said the Rev. Mr..
Brewsford, Every sorry. I had hoped
TO SOW new seed in the soil Of his OBJ
durate heart, but I shall have no op-
portunity now, am afraid
Il am sorry, too, papa,' said Meta,
softly.
The sorrow Of years had whitened
the Rev. Mr.. Brewsford's luxurious
brown hair, and little Meta was Miss
Margaretta Brewsford now, while
Eloise had grown into a dark, spark
ling beauty, who loved to heighten her
Jewess-like style with scarlet flowers
and an Oriental splendor Of costume.
1t was summer evening twilight,
when the two girls sat together enjoy
ing the cool freshness Of the air, but a
little silent withal, for of late weeks a
| slight, Intangible coldness had risen up
between them. and for a reason as sim
gular as it was all sufficient, they were
both learning to regard, with more
than ordinary feelings the same man.
Mr.. Montressor was handsome
enough to justify the infatuation of
any young lady-tall, dark and hand
some, the fact of his being the heir to
a West India uncle's wealth served to
reflect additional brilliance on his
graceful ease Of manner. It was only
4 brief while ago that he had been in
troduced to the arena of New York So
ciety, but during those few weeks he
had signally made his mark" Half
the young ladies that moved in the cir.
Gle Of the Misses Brewsford We're in
love with Mr.. Montressor, and poor
Eloise and Meta had somehow caught
the infection.
While they sat chatting idly in the
twilight the doorbell rang. and both
colored crilGson to hear Mr.. Montres-
sor's voice. The next instant he was
shown into the room.
| With one or two pleasant words OF
greeting he sat down beside Meta
Eloise half arose, as if to leave the
apartment, her cheeks burning with
fevered glow, born of the bitteres!
pangs Of jealousy.
Mr.. MontresSor watched her with :
curious light in his dark eyes.
Miss Eloise, beg you will not leave
u.s." he said.
Eloise resumed her seat with toss
of her jet-black tresses.
"Oh, I thought did not know but
/ that you had something particular tc
say to Meta
Il have, but it is nothing but what
would.rather you, too. should hear"
Eloise looked puzzled. but relieved
| nevertheless. Meta colored until hel
. soft cheeks looked like sweet pear bios
, SONS newly opened to June sunrise.
. II wished" deliberately went on Mr.
Montressor, "to ask Miss Meta Brews
ford if she would become my wife"
! There was an instant of utter silence
in the dusky gloom of the room, ane
then Eloise rose up.