The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1907-09-06


asked the stranger.
yes, ma'am, away of 10 Boston"
"To Boston. Surely you are not
going there alone at your age?"
Yes. all alone" The aged lip quiz
cred like child's.
Going to visit your friends, | sup
pose." with friendly curiosity.
mol" the old lady shook her head
mournfully. II don't expect to find
anybody there that ] know. but--but
my son reckoned that as | came
from there. had a claim To be took
care of by that county, an so I'm
agoin to-tO-the poor-h-o-" She
broke down there, and with muflled
sobs hid her poor old face in the corr
ner of her shawl
The lady laid her hand gently on
the bowed head her heart swelling
with pity and indignation. There.
there. mother. don't cry" she said
tenderly, and this son of yours. is no
so very poor he cannot take care Of
you HIMSELF"
"Oh, no." the bowed head lifted a
little; hes right well to do. but you
see he's married a new wife. that amt
been so long acquainted with me, an
then. too, I'm too old TO work, an |
amt stylish an nice like Nils PrIngle
would like me to be. She expects
company for over Christmas. a dread
full stylish lady from New York, an
they sorter felt ashamed o me, |
reckon. an besides, Sary wanted my
room for her comp'ny. 80 here am"
She tried to smile through her
tears, ut putty nigh broke my heart,
ma'am, a leayin' EN- ALL for though
they was putty hash some times, they
was all | had
II she had looked into the face OF
her companion. she would have seen
flashing eyes and lips compressed
with inward emotion; but she was too
much absorbed in her grief to notice"
There now, don't think any more
about It," The kind hands were nm
tying her faded bonnet. I'm go and
get you cup of tea. and that will
rest you"
In the meantime there had been a
revolution OF feeling in the Prlnglo
family. Martin had gone back to his
Office after seeing his poor old mother
on board the train, and as It was
cold day, he sat down before the glow
ing fire to warm his feet. The walk
from the station had been long one.
he seldom employed streetcars, the
warm fire made him drowsy and 1t
IL probable that his days experience
was answerable for the strange dream
thar he had The consciousness OF
having done supremacy mean act Is
not rcstful pillow for a sleeping
imagination. and Mr. Prlngle's played
him queer trick He thought he
was at home by his warm anthracite
fire when a stranger opened the door
and came in, tall, impressive and
stern. Mr.. Pringle had no familiar
word OF greeting for Him. although
he knew Him at once and instructive
ly. 1t was the Savior of mankind.
and He stretched out long, majestic
arm, with an accusing forehnger
pointed toward the unfilial sons
heart. Man, where is thy mother,
and the praying one of this house;
she who has been your passover for
years2 Come find her
A cold sweat broke out on the
dreamer's brow as he stammercd in
shame and contrItion, Il have sent
her away
Even so shall you he sent away"
! MI. g.n 1T t.,rn.
upon the guilty heart, and with look
OF condemning reproach He passed
out, and MIR. Pringle was alone, and
awake the cold sweat.drops upon his
brow as they had been in his dream,
and his limbs trembling with fright.
He hurriedly arose when he could
command his trembling limbs. and
buttoning up his warm overcoat, no
thought with a shiver that the NOS
crs shawl was both old and thin, ne
started for home
Sarah was in the hall to meet him.
Sarah. we've done an awful thing"
said Martin. his knees beginning to
trcmble again. we haven't thought
enough about God. and the future.
and I'm afraid His shifting hand viii
be upon us II this wrong isn't made
right"
How can II be made right? She's
gone and what's done cant be I'M
done"
YES It can, and I'm going after her.
can go on the limited and catch her
before she goes any farther" and
then he told her his dream.
Sarah's head dropped. 1t was fear
fully hard for her to give up her win.
well, perhaps you had better" she
said
They were coming out Of the room
where they had breakfasted, the OLD
lady's feeble steps supported by the
younger ones strong arm, when Mr.
Pringle met them, and her eyes rest
ed upon him in terrified surprise,
"Oh, Martin, what is it," she cried.
laying her trembling hand upon his
arm, rs anybody sick or dead at