Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-13

against the sky in tree-clad scallops Tt is an inspiration" he told her with a tone in his vibrant voice which sne had not heard before; and for that brief instant these two, between whom there had seemed some instinctive antagonism, were nearer in sympathy than either had thought it possible to >te. Then Rev. Smith Boyd hap pened to remember something. "The morality or immortality of riches de pends upon its use," he sonorously stated, as he stepped out into the road again, dragging his sled behind him, following the noisy, lettering crowd with the number two bobsled. Mar ket Square church, which is the one suppose you meant in your compari- son with the rich man, intends to de- vote all the means with which kind Providence has blessed it, to the glory of God"
 And the glorification of the billion aire vestry," she added. still annoyed with Rev. Smith Boyd, though she did not know why.
 Again Rev. Smith Boyd drew her out of the road, almost urgently, and unnecessarily in advance of need, to permit thick man to glide leisurely by on his stomach on handsled lie slid majestically onward, with happy forgetfulness of the dignity belonging to the president of the Towando Val ley railroad and vestryman of Mar ket Square church.
 "That used to be lots of fun," re- membered Gail. looking after her Uncle Jim in envy.
 Market Square church has dis pensed millions in charity" the rectoi felt it his duty to inform her, as they started up the hill again.
 If it's like our church at home 1t costs ninety cents to deliver dime" she retorted. bristling anew with by gone aggravations. So long as you can deliver baskets of provisions in person, it is all right, but the minute you let the money out of your sight it filters through too many paid hands I found this out just before 1 resigned from our charity committee"
 He looked at her in perplexity. She was so young and so pretty, so charm ing in the ermine which framed her pink face, so gentle of speech and movement, that her visible self and her incisive mind seemed to be two different creatures.
 Why are you so bitter against the church?" and his tone was troubled, not so much about what she had said, but about her
 T didn't know I was," she confessed concerned about it herself "All at once seem to look on it as an old shoe which should be cast aside. It is so elaborate to do so little good in the world. Morality is on the in crease. as any page of history will show"
 'I believe that to be true" he hast lily assured her, glad to be able to agree with her upon something.
 But it is in spite of the church, not because of it," she immediately added. You cant say that there is a tremendous moral influence in a congregation which numbers eight hundred, and sends less than fifty to services. The balance show their de- votion to Christianity by a quarterly check"
 Rev. Smith Boyd felt unfairly hit
 That is the sorrow of the church, D he sadly confessed; the lukewarm- ness of its followers"
 She felt a trace of compunction for him; but why had he gone into the ministry?
 Can you blame them?" she de manded, as much aggrieved as if she had suffered personal distress.
 The rector flushed as if he had been struck. and he turned to Gail with that cold look in his green eyes.
 That is too deep a subject to dis cuss here, but if you will permit me l will take it up with you at the AOacCB AC 4uACiAg lClulACQs anu lnCl was a dogged compulsion in his tone.
 q shall be highly interested in the defense" accepted Gail, with an az gravating smile.
 There seemed to be but very little to say after that, and they walked silently up the hill together towards the yellow camp fire. fuming inwardly at each other. Near the top of the hill her ermine scarf came loose ct the throat, and, with her numbed hands, she could not locate the little clasp with which f. had been held.
 May I help your" offered the rec tor. constraining himself to politeness
 Thank you" She was extremely sweet about it, and he reached up to perform the courtesy. The rounded column of her neck was white as marble in the moonlight, and. as he sought the clasps, his fingers. drawn from his woollen gloves. touched her warm throat. and they tingled. He started as if he had received an cleo tric shock. and, as he looked into her eyes, a purple mist seemed to spring between them He mechanically fas- tened the clasps. though his fingers trembled. Thank you" again said