The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1908-11-05

beautiful, surprising ways
and you will surely find their
hearts some day." he said. And once
found, you'll never lose them or for
get"
Doris, listening, tried to believe and
understand and gather courage. But
the bishop, while he talked, was think
ing Of the harshness Of her transplant
ing. and of pa" sitting on the piazza
sweet with huneysuckle, looking north,
another old man longing for his little
girl.
Now il was time for lamp-lighting
and supper.getting, and presently the
minister came in from his drive over
the hills, little man lost in his great
ulster
The supper was a merry little meal.
Not even when he was entertained by
Queen Victoria had the bishop been
more delightful. He made the weary
little minister laugh like boy, and
the baby pounded the table with his
teaspoon in his appreciation Of the
fun. The bishops eyes twlnkled a
little as Doris passed him the bread,
for she asked, no you.all like Mary
land biscuit, sir? / didn't dare to
have any, because people up here
don't like 1t. Even Herbert doesn't
like it."
ITS delicious, said the bishop.
And | haven't had any for five
years"
Wen have some for breakfast
said Doris, beaming.
After supper they left the bishop
and the baby to sit cozily by the fire.
The rector had to excuse himself TO
wipe the dishes for Doris. The baby
drowsed against the bishops shoulder
and the bishop smiled to himself a lit
tie as, through the open door, he
watched the certor's laborious polish.
ing Of every plate.
The evening confirmation service
followed close on the dish.washing
The bishop and the rector left Doris
to follow with the baby, for of course
the baby went to church. Doris had
answered the bishops inquiry in sur
prise at his surprise. She could not
go herself unless baby went She al
ways bundled him up we'll, and he
usually went to sleep and was very
good.
The frame church was crowded to
/ OVERLOOKING People came from ev.
| erywhere to hear the bishop, and yet
old Daniel Springer's criticism of his
| preaching was perhaps true: Il can't
/ remember what he says. All I know
| is, after hes through, | feel like shak-
ing hands with every man, woman,
| and child in church"
Tonight the bishop found that he
had hard work to keep from preaching
TO only one person, the girl who sat
| in the front pew at his right and held
| a gray wooden bundle pressed against
| her heart, and had great brown eyes
| and a mouth wistful with homesick.
/ ness.
After service Doris saw the people
acting as she had never seen them act
I after church. No Sinking out of
their pews with looks neither to right
or left. but a moving about among
themselves with Handwriting and a
| how.do-you.do for every one. Hand.
shaking for Doris, too, in abundance;
she grew radiant with the warmth Of
ii.
As soon as the bishop came out Of
the vestry. how they surged TO speak
to him, and how warmly he spoke 10
them. remembering all, inquiring for
all news Of these two years. The PEG,
pie, for their part, did not need 10
ask the bishop about himself; in those
two years he had aged so much. Some
OF them turned away with quick tears
Doris waited for the bishop until all
the congregation had left the church.
They had brought a lantern on &C.
count of the bishops falling sight, al
though the stars and snow made the
night luminous.
The bishop went up to his room
early,s but not to go TO bed He had
Just seated himself TO read when there
came a tapping at his door. There
stood Doris, hooded and cloaked, a
strange, glad excitement in her face
They've sent for me-" she exclaim
ed. Duncan Speers is suddenly much
worse, and his wife is all alone with
him and the children, and they've
sent for Herbert, and sent for me!
They never sent for me before. But
she hesitated Il don't know how long
we shall be gone and there's the ba
by's milk-could you" She stopped
OF course l could" said the bishop
But how do you do it?'
Come in our room; I'll show you
Here's the oil-stove. You light Il