The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-01-10

| Each of them" said my visitor.
seems to think the others quite su-
perfluous."
That was true. l asked him II any
one was there.
"A lady. yes"
That's the MINK" whispered.
shes a fairy. But don't tell my hus-
band. You know he laughs at me for
being 80 superstitious."
! explained that my dear husband
cannot see the mink. that my servant
dare not look.
II doubt" said Father Jared, with
regret. that very few fairies nova
days are superstitious enough to be-
lieve in US poor mortals."
For that could have kissed him.
They used" the dear old man went
on. Ito believe in our forefathers, but
there Is very general decline Of
faith. 1t is not for us to blame them.
What fairy, for example, could be ex-
pected to believe in fearful George?
He chews tobacco"
"Oh. tell me more about her. Did
she speak to you? She's fearfully dan
gerous. We had ranch hand here
who went quite fey. possessed,
think. I'm frightened OF her now"
"She thinks" he retorted. that
you're a wicked woman
me
Yes, you. She said you would run
away, and you did am to tell you
that's very unwise."
Please tell the mink to mind her
own business"
What is her business?" he asked
mildly.
Being fairy, suppose. I'll never
forgive her for what she did to Billy.
Besides ! added. "she makes fun Of
u.s."
"No wonder, for we humans are SO
stupid"
She's full of mischief"
"Of course" The old mans eyes
twinkled asad blinked =, as thought
can't set words to fit that puzzled
memory. He had told me twice that
he was not a fairy. 81 am to tell you
from my lady. that she Is not the
mink. Winds, waves. and living
things" he said, ARE full Of mischief
and laughter. The sun has room to
touches our lips with every smile. for
Joy is holy. Spirits, angels. fairies.
are only thoughts which have caught
the light celestial. mirror-thoughts
which shine in Heavens glory. Chill
dren, and happy people see that light,
which never shines on any clouded
soul"
MY soul is clouded. Help me-"
II wonder" he smiled with his old
kind eyes. Have you a sense of hui
NOR? Ah,-there. Then you need
never worry, or run away. AS sun
shine and rain are to the dear earth.
SO are laughter and tears to every
living soul. Humor, dear, is the
weather in which the spirit lives"
But sorrow and tears?"
why. how can the sun make rain
bows without rain?"
You'll praise pain next"
THAT is a sacrament" he answered
gravely. "the outward sign of inward
grace For how else can God reach
through selfishness down to the soul In
need?"
saw the dear priests face through
tears, but when l brushed them away
the mist remained. He seemed re-
mote, awful and beautiful.
There is a place." he said. where
souls awaiting incarnation. rest, and
from that place they come, borne by
messengers. A messenger was walt
ing In these woods. no evil spirit, my
daughter, but one who came bearing a
child to you. She stands august and
lovely at your back. and in her arms
the soul Of man-child, just on the
verge Of incarnation, waits at the
boundary of the spirit land.
THE light shineth In darkness;
and the darkness comprehended it
not
That light Is all around yox, and
must 60. This very ground is holy.
Fare you WELL"
Two days had passed since my dear
Jesse left, then through the long day
waited in the house, and the blue
gloom Of night swept up the glowing
cliff. 1t was then ! heard the signal
shot from the rim-rock, sud told my
baby David that his father was coming
home.