The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-05-20
towers and worm, ford architecture, was
edged with rlododendrons and other

Everything was inathcmntically straight
ana clean, almost luxurious. indeed.
The girls were three In number, young,
fashionnbly dressed. They talked wth-
out ccaslng IN an cmpty.headed stream
Of girlisli chatter
They were tho daughters OF d great
.ironfoundcr III the district, and would
each have n hundred thousand pounds.
The chaplain was showing them over
the asylum.
'1Iow sweet OF you, Mr. Pritchard, to
show US everythng!" said one OF the
girls TITS awfully thrilling. suppose
we shall be quite safe from the violent
oncs7''
"oh, yes" said tho chaplain, you
Will only see those from distance we
Keep them we'll locked UP, assure you.n
The girls laughed with him.
The party went laughing through tho
long, spotlcss corridors pccping into the
bright. airy livlng-rooms where bodies
without brains were mumbling and sing
ing to each other.
The imbccle who moved vacantly with
slobbering lip. the dementia patient. the
log like. general pnrn!ytIc-"G. Pr
things which must be fed, the barred and
dangerous maniac, they saw them all
with pleasant thrills OF horror disgust,
and sometimes with laughter.
Oh. Grace. do look ut that funny
little fat one In the corncr-.the one with
his tongue hanging out! Isn't he weird p.
There's one actually reading! He
must be only pretending"
a young doctor joined them-a hand
some Scotchman with pleasant manners.
Ii FOR a time the lunntIcs were forgotten.
S wen. now. have We seen all. Doctor
steward one OF the girls said. can
W.orstncases? It's really quite new
:se :. 2 81 9; lon ,ynu know. and always 90 in
' I 'N AK 5'G n c f9a
90 !. III q, said the doctor to the chaplain.
f'le e ms SOUL" he replied, II must
be going mad myself I'd quito forgotten
TO show you schuabe."
Who Is Schunbc?" said the vonnpoe.
OF the sisters, g. girl Just fresh from school
at Saint Lconards
Oh, Mals'e!" said the eldest. Surely
you remember. Why, It's only fyc years
ago. He was the Manchester millionaire
VINO went mad after trying to blow I'm
the tomb OF Christ. l think that was II.
~ was IN all the papers. A young
clergyman found ont what he'd beon
trying to do. and then he went mad-thia
schuabe creature. mean, not the cerey
man. $500 I : Z, . s
Every one likes to have look at
ms patient" said the doctor. "He has
q little sleeping-room OF his own and
q special attendant. His money was all
coniiscated by order of the government.
but they allow two hundred year for
.paupers.'' 81
y The girls gggled with pleasurablc an.
ticipation
The docaor unlocked a door The
party entered fairly large room, simply
furnished. In IN armchair uniformed
attendant was sitting. reading a sporting
paper.
The man sprang up and saluted as he
heard the door open.
On n bed lay the idiot. He had grown +
very fat and looked healthy. The fea.
lures were ali conrsened. but the hal,
retained It's color OF dark rec,
He was sleeping. t
Now, Miss Clcgg, ye'd never think
that was the fellow that made such
stir In the world but five years since
Rut there he lies. He always eats as
much as he can. and goes to sleep after
his meal. . He's waking up now, sir.
Here. Mr.. Schuabe. some ladies have
como to sec YOU"
1t got up with a foolish grin and be.
gan some ungainly capers.
THANK you SO much, Mr.. Pritchard,"
the girls said MS they left the building.
We've enjoyed ourselves SO much"
II like the little man with his tongue
hanging out the best" said one.
"Oh. Mabel, you've no sense of humor!
That Schuabe creature was the funniest
OF ALI"
THE THIRD PICTURE.
A Sunday eyensong. The grim old
Lancashire church of Walktown Is full
OF people. The galleries are crowded.
every seat in the a!sles below is packed.
This night. Easter night. the church
looks less forbidding. The harsh note is
gone. something OF the supreme JOY Of
Holy Easter has driven It away.
Old Mr.. Byars sits in his stall. lie II
tired by the long, happy day. and MS
the choir sings the last verse of the
hymn before the sermon he sits down.
The delicate. intellectual face is
little pinched and transparent. Age has
come, hut 1t is to this faithful priest but
rs the rare bloom upon the fruits OF
peace and quiet.
How the thunderous voices peal in
exultation!
) AIleiuia!
I Christ Is risen! The old man turned his
head. His eyes were full OF happy tears.
iIie saw his daughter, young and noble
fmatron now. standing in n pew close to
the chnncel steps. He heard her pure
From his oak chair behind the altar
rails Dean Gortre came down towards
the pulpit
Young sul-strangely young for the
dignity which they had pressed on him
for two years before he would accept It.
Basil assembled the nteps.
Christ Is risen!
The organ crashed; there was silence.
All the lights In the church We're sud.
denly lowered to halfptheir height.
The two candlessin9 the pulpit shone
brightly on fhe prGh cler'S face, RI
They all saw that it was filled with
holy fire.
Christ Is risen!
'1F CHRIST BE NOT RISEN YOUR
FAITH is VAIN"
The church was absolutely still as the
words OF the text rang out into 1t.
The people were thinking humbly, with
contrite hearts, OF the shame five years
ago.
"Would that our imagination, under the
conduct OF Christian faith could even
family realize the scene when the Human
c o,,t ,,P C1,,r ord m mo with ,,,vrindS