The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1907-02-06


Eleanor" asked Mrs. Amelia Bates,
pausing in her preparations for
church, and watching her niece mar
rowly.
''Why no, r don't know that l do,
except the things you showed me
when first came" replied the young
lady, as she quickly ran her eye over
the familiar furniture of the room.
"Oh, it isn't anything in the
house." said Aunt Amelia, cor on
the place, either" she added, follow
ing her niece's glance out of the win
dow and toward the barn, where
Uncle Andrew was engaged in "har-
Messing up"
81 was in hopes you would notice
1t the first thing" she went on, in
tone of disappointment. 1--WE kept
it for kind of surprise. OF course
you are used to them in the city, and
not having been here lately over Sun
day, suppose you've forgotten about
our old one. Still l should have
thought"
Come, aunty," interrupted Flea
hui, Will lduSH, hduu YOU Dettei
tell me what you are talking about?"
"Well, l will if you will give me
a chance" replied Mrs. Bates. "To
begin at the beginning, it so hap
pened that l was spending the after
noon with Mrs. Tyler, the minister's
wife, when he came home with that
letter from Mr.. Perkins. Mr.. Per-
kins? Why, he is the New York
gentleman that was boarding at
Pixies last summer. Well, in the
letter he said that he should not be
able to come to Greenhill again for
some time, if ever, but he ventured
to show his appreciation of Mr..
Tyler by little enclosure. This is
a personal gift he went on to say,
and want you to use it in the way
that will give you the most salts
faction The little enclosure that
he spoke of turned out to be a check
for three hundred dollars.
"The minister took it as quiet as
II three-hundred-dolla checks were
everyday affairs, but Mrs. Tyler she
bubbled right over. That money is
going into the travel fund.- says she.
Then she explained that they have
been putting by little extra change
that came in-wedding fees and the
like--hoping that some day Mr.. Ty-
Ter could go abroad. 1t almost seemed
as If she wanted to begin to pack his
valise right off.
But the minister Gained her
down. He said he should have to
think of it a little. In the mean
time, Sister Bates, says he, perhaps
we will say nothing about it outside
well, l can keep a secret as we'll
as the next one, but l guess Mrs.
Tyler must have dropped word to
somebody that isn't so close-mouthed
as l am, for somehow a story did
get around that the minister had had
a windfall, and was going abroad.
But l heard nothing definite until
last Thanksgiving day. l was hurry
ing my work that morning, and was
Just thinking it was about time for
me to change my gown for church,
when all at once-now, Eleanor, do
you mean to say that you haven't
noticed anything yet? Don't look,
but listenl"
why, aunty," cried the niece, in
sudden recognition of fact that had
been vaguely present in her con-
sciousness, cts the church-bell!
1t sounds different"
II guess it does" said Mrs. Bates,
complacently; and she stood listen
ing in rapt attention. 'I guess it
does" she repeated, "and it didn't
take me so long to sense it that
Thanksgiving morning. l didn't
know just how to account for it, but
the minute l heard it l connected it
In my mind with that three-hundred-
dollar check. You see, Mr.. Tyler
never could get reconciled to our old
bell. He said that the ringing of
the church bell of a Sunday ought
to be the sweetest of music in the
peoples ears-an invitation and a
song of praise. And he allowed that
,,our bell didn't sound like either. l
doubt If it would have pleased him
even when it was new, and it was
cracked long before he came here.
well, there was about the biggest
congregation that morning that
ever saw on Thanksgiving day, and
of course everybody was wondering.
Just before the sermon Mr.. Tyler
said, in his quiet way, that the
generosity of a. friend-Mr. Perkins.
! of New York-had enabled him to
provide surprise for his people, in
the shape of the sweet-toned bell that
had summoned them to the Thanks
giving service. 1t seemed that Mr..
Tyler had bought the bell, and had
arranged for couple of men to drive
over with it from Cushoe the night
before and nang it unbeknownst to
anybody except John Miles, the SEX
ton. There is considerable of the
boy to our minister, you see, and heis
quite hand to plan surprises.
"Of course the people generally
were pleased, and If it hadn't been
IN church I guess there would have
been some applause. As it was, An
drew was twisting and hitching about