The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1905-12-29

open the door he was amazed to see
the hands on the old fashioned clock
pointing to l.
Sir. we've come to get Mr. Hare.
The baby's dying, and my wife wants
a minister" announced one of the two
men who stood on the step facing the
tired rector.
The memory of his vivid nightmare
had not REQUIRED to him since the morn
ing. but at the words "baby's dying it
it all flashed before his mind, and he
hesitated an instant with some misgv-
ings. Quickly pulling himself together
and throwing off the vision, he eX-
claimed:
I'm Mr.. Hare. Where is your ba-
by" In harsh voice the larger of the
two men mentioned the outskirts of the
city, where the houses were small and
low and widely scattered.
Again pushing aside the warning of
his apparition. The rector incascd him
self in warm overcoat and arctics and,
locking the door behind him. babe the
men lead the way. For several blocks
an occasional house showed lights from
top to bottom or a stray light in the
second story gave evidence that an ca
Ger youugstcr was awake examining
Santa Claus gifts. Then the houses
became dark. and the three men trudg-
cd Oh through the gently falling snow.
lIarH's questions received but curt
abrrpt answers. while the memory Of
his grewso;ne dream grew clearer with
each step Of the long dark walk till he
reached ,he identical cottage OF his
nightmare, with one light shining
through the window. \ suggestion of
cold pcrspiration stood on his forehead
and Il shiver ran down his spine as he
thought of the sinister group and the
suspicious ana forcbodiug glances of
the men in that dim scene which he
hal passed through before 50 realis-
ticallr
Entering the house behind the larger
man. he looked instantly toward the
corner for die cot and the child. They
were there The thin face Of the child
showed The same paIlor Of death, but
the neither was not in The chair beside
the led In her place sat Il girlish fig
ure, holding a vial in her delicate fin
ger.
"Ihauk you so much for coming"
said soft voice, and the Ruth of his
Gay dreams lifted her eyes to his with
a wistlul shy glance of comfort and
relief. Tile mother never would have
been consoled for her neglect in not
having had her child baptized, and
felt 50 sure You would come. even
though it was ut this late hour
50 the dying baby received the bless
ing of the church, and us the sun rose
between two distant hills the child
passed into its Saviour's arms. Two
hearts were peaceful from Il sense of
finished duty. Unconsciously radiant
with joy at being together, the man
and the girl passed from the low rooted
cottage into the clear frosty air of the
blue can3pied earth with its fresh car
peting Of pure white snow. y Christ
mas happiness such as they had never
known before Illuminated the world
for these two alone in the snow clad
WOODS.
Il was some time before the young
rector felt inclined to speak, and then
it was to recount his nightmare with
its realistic reproduction up to the
point where he had found her beside
the dying child.
"And the knife aimed at your heart
that must have been dreadful
drcam"
John Hare paused, holding her with
his strong magnetic gaze.
"Thc knife is in your hand. If you
cannot love me, your No will be the
deathblow to my hopes and ambi
tons"
She smiled up into his eyes and held
out both hands.
"See-thore is no knife"