Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-08-28

I'm glad-for you, she ADDED more
softly.
He remained silent, an unreasoning.
indefinite disappointment lingering.
Something he wanted-he could not
say what-was lacking Ia her words.
Aren't you glad?"
eyes, but" He dismissed the
doubt. His eagerness returned. I'm
going driving this afternoon"
She became girlish again. "Ts that
an invitation?" with a demure little
smile.
II you want to CO."
"'Of course, Mister Solenan! Aren't
YOU" She stopped. apparently over
cone with confusion for her holiness.
Say IT." he besought thfsstily.
There was delicious moraent OF I'M
certainty. breathless little laugh.
my lover. There! III be waiting
for sou, just after dinner" and the
butterfly f1uttered away.
He went from the churchyard and
followed the street past the point
wherf 1t returned to its native state Of
dusty weed-fianked. country pike. He
came to a place where the road rose
sharply and fell again. Mounting to
the crest. he threw himself on the
roadside and waited; thither Richard
Courtney would come on the after
service walk that was his custom.
ZIP the rise. village-bound, leisurely
creaked an ancient top buggy. In 1t
slouched q middle-aged man upon
whose face were written humor and
patience, qualities of which he had
great need just then. His horse Ia
bored heavily at it's task. head hang
ing low; not the bellows in Simon
Truths smithy pulled louder or hard
er. At the crest it stopped without
urging. Mark frowned impatiently.
Then Ia .'ansad the sad state Of the
htfse and grin displaced the frowns
Hear you're going away" doe"
Hedges remarked. For the goeS Of
the town."
Mark nodded, the grin widening.
Maybe you'd like to help pay my
fare"
II have helped" the doctor rejoined
dryly. Going to get fich. amt you?
They all think that"
EFT happens sometimes"
"You might. though. ANY man ought
to get rich that could sell me this
would you call 1t horse?"
"Hmm!" Mar2 considered the ami
NAL judiciallS. well, 1t has four
legs"
SOS billy goat" drawled the doc
tor. "Goat'd be more use to me, too. !"
What Cid you buy 1t for. then?"
Il ain't squealing. Pretty slick GUS
toner, amt your"
The grin returned. ri can soil
horses" Mark modestly admitted, ITO
some people"
"Humph! Only fool'd buy 'em Of
YOU" the doctor agreed. 'What'u you
take for the brown mare?"
THE brown mare isn't for SALE"
ANY horse is for SALE" the doctor
insisted, at the right price. Give you
a hundred and fifty"
81 wouldn't sell her for two-fifty."
The doctor sighed and clucked to
the weary horse.
Out of the dusty cloud trailing be-
hind the creaky buggy emerged tall
STOPPING figure. clad in the rusty black
of the country clergyman. He walked
slowly, and when he came to the rise,
with slight effort; evidently he was
a frail man physically. At the crest
he stopped, breathing hard.
Taking a good-by look at lit" he
asked between breaths.
mo. Just waiting for you"
The preacher smiled family; the
worn dispirited face lighted up a lit
tie. He turned his glance to the VAL
ley.
TITS worth a farewell. You'll be
homesick for 1t sometimes hope.
Shall we walk a bit farther?"
At his tagging pace they tramped
along the road, constantly rising and
descending but always reaching up to-
ward higher level. They kept the
frank silence OF those who have been
companions often.
Ten years before Richard Courtney
had resigned the city congregation
that was steadily whitening under his
ministry and had come to shepherd the
little flock of Bethel. It proved to be q
life sentence, but In the end he stayed.
il not gladly, at least with such Chris
tan fortitude as a quivering sensitive
soul could summon; having found-so
he put it-a need to which he could
minister. In the early days OF his new
service he had discovered neglected,
unlettered, moody youngster suffer
ing under the blight Of his relation TO
Simon Truitt who. for his supposed
atheism. was accounted q little less
than respectable, Some quality In the
boy caught the preachers fancy. Tact
fully he sought to win into Marks
heart, not a very difficult task once the
lad learned that ministerial converse
ton was not confined to graphic pic
tnres of eternal torment And then.
not quite realizing how this nag inter
Pest eked out the Christian fortitude
inst mentioned. he set about to make
Mark over. From Richard Courtney
the blacksmith's son had had his YER
gil and xenophon and Homer, his