The Newtown bee., 1907-04-26

UueTo, UuU d Cullo lOONlbS HUI" AOA home on nearby hill exclaimed, "Oh papa, see the star on top of the church." Her father grunted in rough reply, not even turning to the light. In fact he was in bad temper that g' pauch of ths hus niaht nId % before % He turned @ sputtering to his wife because the l steak was overcooked and the toast | was burned. He cursed the luck that l he must slave every day and never have any rest. But, father" said afternoon. after Dons' Holiday fe H yes, % goody goody time at that blamed church that must stare us in the face the rest of our lives"
 The noon whistle had blown and the hundreds of employees, rough in ap- pearance and grim in determination, were lost among the hills. Outwardly stiffness, like that of night was set tling over the valley, but in the homes an unusual activity arose like the buzz, ing of many wings. Mothers and daughters, as well as fathers and sons, were quickly arraying themselves in their best clothes, and adding any little ornaments and trinkets that could be found. This was the day of the Dedi- cation, and the Bishop of Claire was to be present.
 It was ste ne church, the finest for miles around and the first stone build ing the village had ever held. The fame of it spread way up and down the
 was pouring out of every village, not even the aged or the babes were left behind. sThat's the Bishop going up to the pulpit now, and that man on his right gave this church" "TiS said 1t cost as much as $40, OOO" So whispered one to another in seat or aisle or vestt- bule, as the church was now crowded to the doors.
 Standing with his back to the wall just inside the vestibule was George Farley, the rough mill hand, who had repulSed his little daughter and cursed the church that very morning. He vowed he would never step inside it's walls; but somehow, perhaps because he had taken drink and his will was less stern, he found himself swept by the crowd to the very doors. He clung however to the door, ready to slide out any moment.
 After the impressive opening service, in which the deep-voiced organ
 thrilled the great audience, the Bishop arose, tall and Stalwart, the image of perfect manhood. A hush, so deep 1 that it might almost be felt, spread over the room, and into it the silverY tones of his voice carried the beautiful
 story of this occasion; how as little 1 boy this person on his right had longed | to build house to God and during his youth had saved hundred dollars to | repair the old meeting house of his
 childhood. He ever looked with pride
 upon the little cupola it bore, for it
 was the work of his own hands. A
 half century had now passsd since that | time, and the old church had served l it's usefulness. The time was ap- preaching when he too must go to the 1 far-off home. What sacrifice could he ! make, what conservation of himself?
 Yes, he would now realize his lifelong hope and build house to God and to all his children who might live within
 reach of it's call. It tshould be resting
 place for the weary, refuge for the oppressed, an inspiration to the dis
 outraged, and safety to the sorely tempted and the fallen. "All this is now realized,' said the speaker, Gin
 the beautiful structure that stands
 here as a tribute to God and memorial
 of divine sonship. 1t will ever remain
 as light to this community, pointing
 to Heaven as it's source." "This
 morning." continued the speaker, "as
 I awoke with the sunlight streaming
 into my room, l glanced from the just then gleam of light struck for
 an instant the bright ball on wonder tower, and it shown like a star from heaven crowning mans labors.'
 l He finished and sat down, and not
 an eye was dry in that vast congrega- tion.
 Slowly and thoughtfullY the audi
 ence left the church only to stand out 1 side in little groups, recount1ng in subdued words the message they had
 heard. But George Farley said not a i word, but left the church stealthily as
 though his very step was irreverent A single sentence burned into his mind and was blindly seeking for his
 soul: "It will be place of safety for the sorely tempted and the fallen" :" he repeated over and over again. l" | HHa Hnr f. Knnw he can't knOW how if
 eats to your very vitals, when this
 cursed appetite comes," he said, all
 most aloud. ''Then I would go
 through fire and water and even hell
 what can a mere pile of granite do in
 such a fight? And so he dismissed the troublesome thought from his
 mind. That night, however, he didn't
 go down to Jack Waters, where he had
 always spent his evenings in drinking
 and gambling.
 keep from it. The boys were going to
 have a grand "bIow-out' on the hill,
 Saturday night. They had made
 great preparations and it was to be
 as it fell on the eve of the "Glorious
 Fourth" He determined he wouldn't go, but would lathe the little room in
 the garret, which he had long planned | to finish. He kept his hammer rap ! pluS ldSb UO uodISu u1S SSuScS But occasionally he would hear above
 it the shouting of his companions, and
 then his lips would burn and his eyes
 flame. But still he pounded 1t away,
 till one loud bang of cannon and the
 prolonged shouting of drunken revelry
 snapped his will like a dead branch,
 and he rushed headlong like mad
 man down the stairs by leaps and up
 the hillside, tearing through hedges
 and over gardens, till, breathless, he
 landed in the midst of the midnight l revelry. He snatched from reeling
 companion rusty can and tremb bling ly filled it to the brim with rum, and
 was about to lift it to bis lips when
 the sky" He looked. A sharp pen
 cil of light fell down from the sky and
 broke into thousand stars over the l church, lighting it up with peculiar
 weirdness. His hand dropped and the
 can rolled along the arm of his con-
 rade, spiIling rum all over him. He | rushed, as if shot, from their midst, down the steep bank and never slack