Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-18

time to come home-nlne o'clock struck awhile
The figure on the steps settled back against the
post. Don want go home" he said: III kick
blazes out NV few O them boys fu st. You GO long
home, now, an femme lone
mo, Jimmie, you're gon to be good boy an
come home along O. me, now, said his father, trying
to raise Jims shoulder. " It's kind o cold, an I've
got good fire.
So, slowly and with tedious persuasion, they
started for home and the old man helped the young
all the way up the HILL the dog carefully keeping
at Avin's side, for he and Jim were not friends AS
they reached the door, the dog tried slip in, and
got under Jims feet. He kicked savagey, and
the crouching animal. The dog fled bowling from
the dragging broken sg bed
his face and bound up the wounded head in hand
kerchief
The next day Alvin found the dog where it had
and tried to examine the broken leg; but the collie
old, cross, and in pain, snarled and curled down
hopelessly. The farmer hunted up his shot gun,
rusty and long disused
There amt no powder, anyhow" he unused,
his stiff fingers tried the sitter lock- IL guess
won't chance it, he concluded and set the gun
back in its cobwebbed corner.
He harnessed the horse and went to Stansfeld
" got to git some more O my balsam, pretty quick
the dog" So he lightened his little buckskn purse
by several coins, bringing home balsam, round
bottle of chloroform two porous pasters, and half
a dozen cigars for Jim.
Thought ye mig Chit like EN-" he said as Jim took
the little bundle Henry Slocum says theys
new make, an fust rate. They'd ought to be good
cost quarter. Five cents, regular; we git
more if we buy quantity"
AS he was bending over the dog with wet CLOTH
the animal suddenly growled and retreated into
corner of the STALL Alvin raised himself and found
Jim at his elbow.
What we doin'?" he asked.
The father spoke almost apologetical1y. oh,
just gon to put Shep out O his misery" he said
He's SO old his leg won't get WELL an kind o hate
to see him suffer. But you go way an let me tend
to him..
The younger man fingered. "Thats great stuff"
he remarked the swedish odor reached him.
The BANKED dog don't deserve much fussin'
When they git old they amt no good" He watched
his father with curious contempt for moment
and then slouched away unconcernedly. Alvin
finished his work.
The bright, clear weather lasted into November
and the Sunday before Thanksgiving mild
May. Alvin, tempted by the soft air, crept down
to the little meeting house in the village, where
before his Illness he had been faithful attendant
His heart warmed and soothed by his unwonted
comprehensive with friends, and he settled in his
seat in the little white church with comforting
of relief from his daily burden of anxiety
During the hymns and prayers of the simple liturgy
which followed, he felt the uplifting of great peace
and as the preacher began his sermon the old mans
eyes rested upon him the visible representative
of the Power in whom he trusted simply a child
The Rev. James Robertson was pulpit star of
some increasing magnitude whom the itinerary
policy of the Methodist Church had swung into the
apheion of Smyrna few months previously, and
whose genuine fervor had not been dampened by
too long experience with the spiritual soggnesS
of a rural community.
The sermon that morning the Fatherhood
of God and the minister took for his text the words
Like father pitieth his children" The mag
netism of his loving message stirred these simple
people deeply, and he gathered his hearers hearts
in his outstretched hands and held them up to God
as priest elevates the Host AS he closed, he
became direct and personal.
Have you ever thought" he said, "of the
responsibility God must feel for the creatures He
has created-His poor, ptiful, suffering, SHINING
children, from whom nothing turn away His
love and care? You are fathers and mothers, most