The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-09
By Cc1frudc 2. /1IZlarQ

ly: His extra exhilaration cooled but Jake was a st1ckers and the lns1stent notices strung along his route were as so many pin bricks to his resolution A preacher was preacher: you could go to hear would take years of tenpering sun and to eface the work of this single day: Even the naked rock canon wall, b1ed denunciation of the ungodly. And the more the rider pondered the more he felt the inscriptions to be anSinsult to his kind Then his jaw set as he thought of the gipsyfaced girls recoil He owed her black brother one that account too. lie had business to have medded but his motives had been of the lest
 He logged into Milltown at dusk, and stab1ing his horse in an accustomed redwood ring, made straight < way for the "Sawyer,s Roost,' ramshackle, two story bachelors boarding house. within whose rough walls he well knew he should find alies-rollicking lads from the mill yards, and freeborn of the mountains, who bitterly resented the companys rule, and regarded @ the genial dspenssr at Matsons as high with the joyous hubbub evoked by his simple plan to boot the ofcious stranger out of town But he made mention here, either, of the fence deco rators fair compagnon de voyage. He woke late, for a Sabbath stiffness held the screaming Miltown saws, and, tumbling into his clothes guessed knowingly at the attraction drawing group of both sexes about wide circle of young evergreens. Outside it's sawdust-enshrouded heart wood coverts, dividing the dwellings from an- other, and pushing the highways into unceremonious before him to have once numbered five towering monarchs-by their marks These had passed; and their successors had been cut. But the upspringng tertiary growth had woven itself into quintette of round chambers, large enough to house comfortably yan horse and travellers and the whole was fanked half with four-foot split between the cuts Above this permanent furnishing, set ready for a Romany painted square board bearing this legend: ss THE CHURCH OF THE WILDERNESS Jeremiah T. Micah.
 Pastor. @
 Service 1o.3o "A. M.
 Under this sign.
 ! z The intending rnischief-maker experienced dis f~ ~S I-1 1+n4 cises to take place in the big hall the company store or the struggling quadrangle SUI surroundea @ by under the very wheels of the the girls Oddly enough, he had been regarding the proposed preachment as wholly mans function; now the ad- mixture of Mil1town femninity in gay Sunday prints gave him light But he told himself grimy that the coming rumpus might show the fair stranger that he was not the only one scouting the bigoted brush wieder's lead might even give Ter grit to demand proper consideration of herself He peered among thes branches for plimpse of her. But Suddenly fierce anger sInote him that so many gaping elods strode of to gmars6a S is nsn aA'
 "Let him get into full swing, boys; an, when give tn signal eatter He laid his commands con on his tall and menacng. Dispensing them left and right, he wormed himself almost the front of the press: Mitown's mixed citizenry offered him shield and he wanted to catch every word and choose his own
 Then, before the speaker opened his lips, the sen- der Abigails face swan in front of hirnot sullen, IT, CRaSLeneQ uplifted And the notes of voice rich as her own vibrant col6ring reached into a hymn familiar to 41s all:
 "Im but stranger here, Heaven is my home:
 Earth is desert drear, Heaven is my home"
 A blowsy slattern at the lumberman's side gasped; such singing had been heard in the Santa Cruz Sierra since it lifted from it's ocean-bed. worn lit tie motherlof sons behind him caught her breath in sob But unconscious of the stir the singer threw the passion of storm and food mountain and desert, into her liquid tones:
 Dangers and sorrows stand round every
 hand:
 Earth is the border1and, Heaven is my home"
 It was over, and the text-writer prayed that they who did but tarry in the land might turn mems hearts to God. But Jake Pohemus heard only the human hunger of that cry. To-day she had exor- cised rebellion and fearfulness. She would satisfy herself with the hope of Heaven. But his, spirit answered to her spirit and he knew; she bled for home earth womany kingdom, the dear inheri- tance of the flesh. Her soul surfeited with the two years of wandering; the years of wander ing to 1oomed before her nightmare of nona- die unrest And he ground his teeth in revolt He would have claimed her before the town but for the memory of frightened stare.
 The initiated stamped and catcalled for the prom ised sign for the peregrnated revfvalist after of his kind struck straight for the weaknesses of aside the precepts of a well-taught youth winced under his downright blows What in hell's the matter of yu?" growled an aggressive voice Hes CT stopped abruptly, meeting his leaders gaze "Oh Gen1ni! lakes got convction!" he gurged to the roustabout at his. shoulder
 Bnt But the logger .gripped him in viselike grasp; who not unchivalrous, believed that he under stood. "She shore Hits like a birdp' he allowed peaceably. And sheepishly. barred his head as her creed scared skyward
 In the fair green fields of Eden, On the other side > of Jordan
 There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you