Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-11-11

piness. IF we can not marry | will
stop going to meeting" she uncon.
sciously resolved.
Hello, Girl Is 1t good news you
have to tell this wonderful eve of Eas.
ter?' cheerily greeted John Wilson.
But his dancing eyes sobered at the
motion of her head. Come, stop a bit
and talk it over" he said gently; and
as the depth of the s~pinster's preju.
dice was made clear to him the man
hummed a few notes Of a favorite
hymn, as was his wont in perplexing
moments. "See mere, little, grill"
he spoke after a bit. "The trouble
lies in that your aunt has lost faith
both in God and man; those sancti,
monious ~hypocrites at the Meeting
house r greatly to blame for it too.
Now this is Easter Tide, when all peo'
pie should rejoice together, so | shall
write on this slip of paper the most
cherished knowledge of my soul; and
will you give her it this night and
say: John Wilson wants that you
should partake of his joy eve though
he may not share yours"
But John! that will not bring u
marriage any nearer" whispered the
girl, turning aside lest he should catch
the quaver in her voice.
A strong arm drew her close, "You
ask her again about me, Grille, in the
morning; there is a miracle in my
JOY" And pressing the folded slir
to her bosom Mary Deyo prayed fol
the showing of the miracle.
is Jesus Christ in Heaven truly?'
vel and over again did a seducing
voice inquire, and mock and disclaim.
to a meagre stern faced little woman
who strove vainly to elude it. Wrote
ter me did he?" she snapped, as the
note was timidly given her. For two
pins I'd pitch it into the HEARTH" But
late that night the crumpled slip was
still held in trembling grasp.
Twenty years the old family Bible
had lain unused in the spare closet
We'll see if it backs up this note O.
that triflin' preacher" muttered Mary
the elder at near on to midnight. Her
eyes showed cold and glinting as she
opened the Great Book; but soon the
hardness melted before that which
has ransomed the guilt of eternity
Gould a nan pray fer them that nails
Him to a tree?" she marveled. "And
the Story sure reads likely: Eff He
did, hadn't | oughter pray fer Deekir
Sims and the rest of 'em?-and-
mebby fer him that deserted me? or
You Preacher! You that prayed fei
them that nailed Ye! Ask the AL
mighty Father to forgive a sinfu
woman"
The hours passed by unnoted by The
elder Mary, and as gilded wave;
swelled upwards from the east, sh,
glanced from her chamber window
and saw a girlish figure steal from
the house and start ascending a bill
which overlooked the village. Lane
to gracious! It's Mary a-goin' TO 81
a look at where he's a-stoppin'," sh,
calculated, and then the Wondroui
Story that her eyes had but read il
the Book unfolded to her soul in tn,
mightiness of Its Truth. 1T mus
have ben sech a mornin' when tina
Other Mary went to see His Grave,
she whispered. "And then She foun,
THIS: and the crumpled slip o
paper was smoothed in the lamp
fast fading light. 81 see it! My poo
old eyes see it," cried the woman, nov
on her knees. "And | must set tn,
gal a seem of 1t too"
Down stairs shuf1ed the little won
an, nea falling in her feverish haste
There! That plagued door ain
shet," she gasped. Never mind, witt
the Lords help this old hand o'min
Ill stay to the plow and | won't turl
back"
1t was a steep ascent and the pant
ing pursuer called wildly to the other
Wait fer rae, gal, | want to tell We
about the note" But the object O
her ~beseechings thought enmity wa
in the motive and quickened the pac
to a run. A mighty wonder had mean
while gathered in the east, who's
translucent halo glowed and ~deepene
with the sublime Travelling Of tn
morn, and 10! There was born to tn
qu%ickening earth a ball of moltel
gold; by whose spendor nights sol
row sweat was changed to iridescen
glory. For some reason the CLOWN
radiance dazzled the fleeing girl, an
her foot caught upon a stone.
Let me help yer Mary, child" ram
eG the other woman, in a voice SUI
prising even herself in its gentleness
II only wanted to show We what tina
there preacher Of your'n wrote to
me. I've ben a miserable crittur a
these years, but now | thank the A
mighty that He has One Good Sor
and that mebby We have found on
that takes after Him some"
The younger Mary read the crun
pied note, and then glanced at tn
shining east. THE words are true,
she murmured. God also has sal
in yonder sky, HE is RISEN"
az HENIrTIC