Norwich bulletin., 1916-04-22
How 'The Devil Changed His Name
An Easter Story by Mamie Hawkiu.

The name ''Watertown," was the cause of many a joke as water was seldom used as a beverage in the small village of that name.
 There was a small mill that paid small wages. and employed a small force of help, that were not skilled enough to work in larger mills; small schoolhouse with a small store and post office; a small station where trains stopped when Jagged; a small hotel with a good-sized bar room; a small church with no pastor; and the | Hell Hole.''
 This last place had been started some two years before by a young fel- low who gave his name as "The Devil" :" and said he never sailed under false colors, and as he was going to run a "hell hole," he would put the true name on his sign Time proved both names Inappropriate, although the Devil was as Handsome as an angel. Tall and well formed; complexion as white as a child's, except for the healthy tan: eyes as blue as a summer sky; and ringlets of golden hair. He made no friends and received no letters. He ltold funny stories-but never vulgar Jones; he swore, but never used filthy words; he danced clog and jig dances lbut would not allow a. woman in his Iplace; and "The Hole was run on the same principle. He played for high lStakeS-but never a crooked game; no man could get a drink after he was drunk; there were no robberies; there
 were fierce fights. but they were al- ways fair; and he gave no hint of his
 name or his past. In cold or stormy weather he would wade through drifts
 to take a drunken man to shelter and in many cases Of suffering money was
 received from an unknown friend. There was a fiutter of surprise wher
 it was known that a preacher had
 offered his services to the little church for what the people would drop into c box placed at the door each Sunday beginning Palm Sunday morning. H.
 arrived at the hotel late Saturday ant
 few saw him until Sunday morning. His coming lad been discussed il
 "The Hole" and ''the Devil' remarked He won't hurt me. I never work hi . day, anyway, and you are not obliged to go to hear him"
 Sunday morning when the parsol
 started for church the entire villag , was on the street. but few had any in ' tention of attending service.
 The building was bare of decoration
 and looked dreary enough, but it wa , the pastor who made the people look rub their eyes, and look again! H might have been "the Devir' excep that he was of slighter build, and hi ieyes were of violet blue and his way hair nut brown, his pale, boyish fac
 grew paler yet as he noted the almos IenpIN SeaJS-IWO or three women an
 a few children-but he bravely bega the services. He was a fine reade Q and his voice, while not strong, was c h lrare sweetness, but there was none t . ltoin him in the hymns.
 He told the story Of our Saviour Tourney to Jerusalem, and closed wit
 a most earnest prayer-asking all lcome again at o'clock.
 A few men dropped in for the even
 ing and he followed the subject of tn !, morning during tine last week of ths V Precious Life to the last day-this h left for the subject for Friday nigh il Again he sang alone. As they left tt church several saw a tall figure ahea {, that went into the Hell Hole.'' if "The Hole" was open again Mor 1 lday. but the DeviI' was silent ar
 said he had only seen ''the parson" ; l. a distance"
 d The parson spent his time in nal .o ing friends with the children. and tr!
 ing to make the church more cheerful l., but the effect was not encouraging.
 Friday night, for only about a dozt Id weer in the church when he entere
 although there was a crowd on u
 street, for the Devil'' had turned e
 ieryone out and closed his door at