Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1911-08-22
NUMBER "a.

and this money had been q sum that
Mary Eta had produced from some
secret hiding place. for their money In
the savings bank had been drawn upon
to meet necessary expenses.
Mary Eta was q wonderful man.
ager he thought az be left the eating
place and walked aimlessly down the
street She had planned and contrived
all through the autumn months while
the dread Of going back to the bench
still hung like dark cloud over him.
He paused in front of q gaudily
painted doorway and read the posters
Of q moving picture show. In q few
moments he had yielded to the temp
tation to enter and found himself seat.
ed we'll down in front in the long. mar
row theater. At the moment there
were being produced the pictures Of q
thrilling rescue from flames as a tall
tenement house burned
Ben watched breathlessly and cheer.
ed as heartily as the rest when the
last picture faded away. BE did not
look at the card announcing the next
production. The theater was warm,
and he was removing bis oyercoat
When he looked up he heard the
family familiar sounds Of an organ re-
produced from large phonograph on
the stage. and there flashed into view
on the curtain q scene that took his
breath away and left him sitting in
stunned silence while 1t lasted
Before him was the interior Of the
village church at home, rows and rows
Of familiar heads. while up in the pull
pit the thin. angular form Of the new
minister sat stiffly on the red velvet
sofa. while the choir grouped on his
left were singing.
he saw his own grave face beside
young Harry Fray, the tenor. BE saw
Mrs. Phillips. the pastors wife. and
Mary Eta. Mary Eta, looking very
sweet and girlish. was singing. and
the others should have been joining In
the refrain. for their mouths were
opened But 1t was only Mary Eta
who sang. her sweet. high voice rising
like that Of an angel to the very roof
Of the church even now as 1t was re-
produced from the phonograph and
fioated above the heads Of the mixed
audience. who hung breathlessly upon
every word she sang. Now and then
there was a strangled sob as the mean
ing of the song was borne to the
hearts Of the hearers and touched
some tender chord.
Ben listened. seeming to hear the
broken trill of robin from the church.
yard outside. as had happened the last
time Mary Eta had sung that old
Scotch hymn my Ain Countrie:"
am far frae my hame. an I'm weary
aftenwhiles
For the Hanged for hame bringing an my
Fathers welcome smiles.
An I'll ne'er be fu content until mine cen
do see
Tho gowden gates O heav'n an my ain
countrie.
When the last note had died away
amid q silence that was more eloquent
than the noisiest applause Ben found
his way to the management Of the the
ater and was sent to the people from
whom the picture films had been pur.
chased There, after many explana-
lions and some delay. he was informed
that the pastor had granted permission
for the picture to be taken from the
back gallery the spring before and that
hnh
asked to sing the song into a phono.
graph. This she had at first refused
to do. and then. tempted by the money
offered, she had consented and had
made several trips to the city to sing
many other well known songs to be
reproduced for the entertainment Of
the public.
That explained to Ben Madison how
1t was that in spite Of the scant re-
turns from the farm that summer there
had always been plenty on his table.
while his store bills had been prompt.
ly met The shadow in Mary Etta's
face was probably the reflection Of her
troubled conscience, for her gentle
heart must have suffered at deceiving
her proud young husband.
Thrilled with self contempt, Ben
Madison hurried home on the last train
that night and awoke the astonished
Mr.. Fray from his early sleep. Then
he went on to his home. where Mary
Eta was waiting anxiously for his re-
turn.
"Hurrayr' cried Ben !oyously. II
got the Job all right, Mary Eta. I'm
going to work tomorrow morning. You
got something for my lunchT
Lots" said Mary Eta. smiling
through her tears. "Do you mind go
Ing back to the bench, dearT she asked.
Then 1t was that Ben told her Of his
days experience. Gee. Mary Etta."
he said in wonder as he concluded. Il
don't see how you stood my foolish
pride as long as you did! But you're
the stuff. My pride's changed to an
other kind. and I'll work my fingers or
one way or another till we pull out"
"Why. l loved you. Ben." said Mary
contentedly. That's why It was easy
to do"
you'll see how much love you
then" threatened her husband happily.