The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1908-03-27

out at the elbows. I've got to stay
home long enough to get 'em mcnded
up"
My stockin' bags full, but l tell
en- l can't stay home from them
meetin's!"
Aunt Hubby, called so more from
her placid, matronly manner than her
age, was scraping plate of breakfast
refuse to her chickens. They snatched
it from, one another with the greed of
modern monopoly and gulped it
down with soft, quick clucks of salts
faction She ficked off the last bit of
friend hominy and went to the fence
to get within range of her ncighbor,
Mrs. Dill.
That lady had come out to empty
her dish-Water around the grapevines.
Sherfolled her bare arms up in her
Bingham apron and went over to the
low picket fence, where she and Aunt
Hubby had many a fence council.
You see, can kill two birds with
one stone" she said. Il can take care
Of Rosina's baby and do my mending
at the same time. He sleeps all the
evening-Ive KEEP him two or three
times; He's a splendid baby, and to
think his grandpa's never seen him."
Il know it," calculated the other:
Il tefl'c en- It's a shame! He church
member and never speakin' to his only
cir! .forfsix years. because she married
The son Of man he had grudge
nfr03v T., %o11
he's made Of.
Well don't care" said Mrs. Dill
"Robina's done as we'll as any girl in
this place, it, her father has turned
her Off See what nice little home
they've got. Course it had a little
mortgage, but Wills payin' it off right
along. He works early and late, an
hes; straight as q string, Will Carr
u.s."
Il tell 'etn Rantz Emmett must be
as stubborn as a mule to hold a
grudge so many years"
Stubborn: It's no name for it..
Think of a man drivin his only boy
away to sea an never readin one Of
he letters he sends! Ross want a
bad boy either; just a little wild an
hasty. ] alwus think it depends on
yourself,'whether you rouse the angel
1r the devil in your boy
Poor Susan! She don't say much,
but that III oke her heart. An how
she ever stood 1t when he turned Ro.
sina off, tell 'eul I don't know"
She wiped off stray tear with the
corner of her apron. The other shook
her head doubtfully.
II do know" she said. His face
looks so white an set in the meetin's,
tell 'em it most scares me to look
at it,"
Mrs. Dill gave triumphant nod.
Rosina and her husband were a it,
lie late at the meeting that night
One of Mrs. Dill's boys had come in
IN the train from an adjoining village,
and she had waited to get him we'll
started on his supper before going
over:
81 amt got time for more'n bite;
I don't want to miss that song serv-
&C. he said, as he sat down to a
aasty meal. "A stranger got of here
one of them reporters again, down
from the city, / s'pose. There was q
,ong piece in yesterdays Times about
our revival, so somebody told me on
the train
Reporter, eh?" said his mother,
starting off to her evenings mission.
Well. I hope there'll be an extry
good meetin' to report Somehow she
was full of joyful expectancy, as she
hurried over to Rosinas. her arms
allied with mendirg and her mind and
aeart with thoughts and prayers for
Aer reighbors and friends.
Being late, the Cars slipped quietly
into the first pew in which there hap.
pencd to be two vacant seats. well
toward the door. Opposite they saw
the reporter of whom Mrs Dill had
told them.
The church was full of people. The
fame of the Tumsawogue revival had
spread through the surrounding coun
try, and people living within driving
distance came from all directions
The whole community was drinking
in that air Of God which made their
vices nauseate them.
A Portuguese sea captain rose to
give his testimony. Then at signal
from the leader they all sang Il Need
Thee Every Hour" with bowed heads
When Rosina Carr lifted her eyes she
saw, standing in a pew short dis
lance ahead, shaking like an aspen
leaf and holding the pew in front to
steady himself, her father. There was
hush of awe, thrill of expectancy
: throughout the room. Many WON
ans head went down upon the pew
before her: The soul of the whole
community had for weeks Joined in
prayer with Susan Emmett for he1
husband.
Rosina began to, shake, until her
husband put his calm, quieting hand
on her arm. The reporter in the op
posite seat leaned forward, surveying
the scene apparently with intense in
terest and sympathy. ;: d., =
h. The old man *essayed to speak, but
his throat seemed dry, and no word,
came. One trying minute he stool
there unable to utter a word, while
/. the air about him pulsated with sym
pathy. With great effort he cleared