The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1907-09-21

ders II ye're ahavin' to borry money
mo. father. I've borrowed no
money, for, to tell the truth, I've not
paid for what I've got" answered
John. while he looked away to hide
the merriment that danced in his
eyes.
II wouldn't a.b'leeved IT." cried the
old man aghast. Il bleeve in charity,
but charity begins to home, as the
sayin' is, and II you amt a-payin' fer
EN-, John, why, somebody has got to
lose en-
mo. nobody shall lose. Claribel
pays for them serself. Don't worry,
father, it's all right" and the young
mans honest blue eyes smiled down
into the old mans dim ones In such
straightforward way, that his heart
was set at rest.
Il told mother / was sure it was.
But-well--some of the rest had got
her skeered and she was bound ter
know"
Yes, Jerusha goes about agitating
the matter more than anyone else.
she don't want to do Claribel any in
jury but she cant keep her tongue
still. Shed be a pretty good woman
If she didn't talk so much, and do
SO much looking after other peoples
affairs"
"Claribel pays fer emf" exclaimed
Jerusha, lest poor minister's dar.
ter; she hadn't no money of her own.
How does she make it? Hrin' her
work done?" with scornful laugh
IT'S like I've heard o folks alvin off
the interest of their debts"
During the next six weeks Jerusha
found out" and reported to the rest
of the family" how Claribel had
declared that something must be
done to bring in the many children
of the village, who claimed Sunday as
a legal holiday. and never dreamed
Of entering the dull Sunday school
| that the one little church in the viii
! lage afforded.
Acting on this, she had purchased
a Juvenile library of so books, fur.
nished Scripture text cards and pa.
| pers, besides, on several occasions,
meeting the excuses of some OF the
most unwilling ones by furnishing hat,
shoes or mittens (as the case might
requlre), amongst those she found in
her searchings amongst the highways
and hedges. John had kept his own
counsel, but sharp lookout since
his conversation with his father.
Until the last Sunday, Claribel, abb
sorbed in her work, had not marked
the avorted looks and ominous glances
in her direction, although they had
been apparent to her husband.
But on that day, the little woman
went home filed with dismay and
sorely wounded in heart.
At church Sophia and Melindy had
passed her by with a cool nod. Jeru.
sha had been blind, 50 to speak, since
none are so blind as those who will
not see"
Now, little woman" said John, as
they drove homeward your secret Is
bound to come out. ! will have them
all come to our house Tuesday even
ing, and you shall tell IL yourself"
So Tuesday night found the fam.
bly," on their way to Johns"
Although Hospitality received when
they arrived at Johns" converse
ton seemed bound TO lag. John sug-
gested that II Claribel would SAY her
say" they might all feel better"
SO In few words Claribel ex-
planned how It was. That she had
once been correspondent to several
magazines, but had expected when
she took charge OF her own home to
lay aside her literary work. But low
ing the work, and being impressed by
the poverty in and about the village,
also the lack of interest on the part
OF the children in school, Sunday
school. or, In fact, anything good, she
had resolved to again take up her
pen. and by careful management she
could put out part of her work. and
make much more than she could save
by trying to do II all herself,
81 have bought some good books and
few pretty things for my house"
said she. although | have gotten
nothing new to wear"
Nothing newt" shouted Jerusha.
What did you have on In town last
week? And what did you wear last
Sunday"
In town ! wore my lavender we'd
ding dress, colored dark blue; and
on Sunday, a white Flemish tricot
(the dress ! graduated in. colored
: black" was the quiet answer. Il fiat.
ter myself that | have two very re.
spectacle suits ''om them. What
have given away cost me not over
n hundred dollars, and have saved
J as much more for ourselves; l."
II knowed IT," yelled Father Hop,
kins," unable to restrain himself
longer. II knowed Il all the time
and | told you all so. But" turn,
ing to Clarlbel, what made you SO
= still about it?'
Because ] thought you would think
r me silly to suppose could write any
thing worth publishing; what wrote
, seemed so insignificant to me that
did not want anyone ! knew to read
, the wretched yarns | spun"
+, Then arose a babel of expostula