The daily Alaskan., 1909-08-23

NuuSeu, Aas ms unuOluB. 4nc hsAuuO slipped from his grasp and. striking another bag, liberated peck of pop corn. He stood up guiltily.
 Please forgive me, Mrs. Fleming," he apologized. q am sorry if,my ewk- wardness has disclosed your gifts too soon"
 "They're not Mis- Fleming's," correct ed Deacon Brown. "They're yours. We thought we'd give you donation stead of money, times are 80 hard"
 The Rev. Mir. Morgan unconsciously backed q step. "For me? But, deacon, have no use for these-er-raw com moditles. It is very kind of you-but-- but
 Besides this, there's side of meat and firlSin of butter outside" put in Mrs. Fleming proudly. "Now that you've seen them I'd better take the molasses out too. It's so warm In here" picking up two of the jugs.
 By all means" said the minister, wiping his forehead, and in the gen eral conversation that ensued he found himself near Barbara Dean.
 q did not expect to see you" he said in low voice.
 q am spending few days with Cousin Bess," she answered. Are you so devoted to Haywood that you have forgotten your old friendsT
 "only those who, wished to forget me-" significantly; then, with de- spairing glance at the loaded table, What shall do with itf" he asked. "A family of ten could not consume that perlshable stun before 1t spells. Why did they bring so much|
 "The unwritten law of donation party is that none may attend without bringing a present" she said com posedly.
 'sThen what special donation must l thank you for" irouically-"the sack of fiourY'
 She laughed. His dismay was so comical. She did not know the desper- ate state of his finances. q did not bring anything" she said. q could not-to you"
 Something in her voice lent sudden flexibllfty to his most inelastic hope. With her love to cheer him on he would yet make of Haywood his ideal church.
 Come with me a moment" he said, leading her to the deserted window nearest the church. T had bright dreams when I came here, Barbara" he went on. ''I have learned to love the church and the people. If go away now my work will be wasted. But I think l shall go when my year Is up."
 "WhereT she asked quickly.
 "Anywhere-to any church that pays salary" desperately. '4That collec- tion represents my work for nine months. It Is not enough. Barbara. You said that no one may attend 6 donation party without present. l am waiting for yours. If you want me to stay here you must do your psEt. The deacons and elders have looked after the needs of the material man. You must provide for his spiritual nature"
 She played with the widows best curtains neryously. You said you would not ask me again." she re- minded.
 q have not. You did well to say mo-" bitterly. '.If my work is worth only butter and flour you are justified in forgetting me as quickly as possi- ble. Haywood can keep It's donation. shall leave at once"
 A change flashed across her pretty face. The mischief vanished, and in It's place stole tender blush. Don't be nasty, James," she whispered, with furtive glance over her shoulder. Perhaps with my donation we can use the rest. When will the parson- age be empty?"
 "PI give the tenant notice tomor- row." he answered happily. Then, under cover of the widows voluminous curtains, with the church looking. on in solemn witness, hG accepted her do nation with kiss.