The Green Forest tribune., 1917-11-09

On this special morning Nettie hat brought with her to read simple touching story. It covered the histor. of wayward youth, growing into |, careless man, who took the downwart path. It depicted all he had forfeited that was best in life. It told of tn, mother love, of her influence and pre- cepts coming back to the culprit n the darkest moment of his life. Int sweet, impressive tones of the reader awoke the slumberer. He sat up, ht listened, he seemed a part of the pie ture drawn. A clearness of vision, nc longer blinded by drink, revealed al his wicked acts in their true light For a time he sat with his face buried in his hands. Then, trembling all over he stole out through the window, s mighty purpose in his mind, aroused one sentient word on his lips:
 Regeneration :"
 Burt Gresham went back to the city and to work. For two successive years, upon the anniversary of the day when Nettie Dean had come into his life as a rescuing angel. he shut himself into his room through all the tWenty-four hours, living over that blessed one when the sweet tones ot fair young girl had started him or new career. He devoted all his energy to business. He was made partner in a thriving firm
 The money received from the rail way company he had returned. The man he had wronged, Nate Dolby, by inyeigling him into his dreadful plot he reached through a lawyer, who put Dolby on his feet, and reformed. Ali his old debts Gresham liquidated, with interest.
 Then, one day, the new Burt Gresham made pilgrimage. It's goa was the little old schoOhouse where his regeneration had begun. At the nearby village he learned that the last session of a term was on, anC joined the men and women on theil way to commemorate "the last day o1 school" H sought retired seat For the first time he gaZed upon the beautiful face of his hitherto unseeI guardian angel.
 | A pretty juvenile program was car ried out. The head of the Schoo board delivered the usual annua speech. He complimented Miss Deal upon her success as teacher H, told of the need of library for tho school, not within the power of tho board to donate. He suggested yolun tary contributions. Burt Gresham stood up electrically.
 Il will take the responsibility of the entire subscription, he said, and sa down again.
 The occupants of the little room stared at this muniticent stranger wonderingly.
 The children had trooped out, no impressed in a business meeting. Their cheery voices outside made music fol the heart of the redeemed man.
 This is unusual, unexpected, spoke the head school commissioner approaching Gresham and speaking with warmth.
 - NOulu llke lO lGil a SlOIy tO SOt good people," said Gresham modestly again arising to his feet.
 There was a solemn hush in tht room as he began his narfation-th' [ story of his own life. When he cam, to tell of the hour of his redemption Miss Dean uttered quick gasp. Sh, approached him. when he had con cluded. Her little hand lay within his own.
 You are a noble man" she said and her tear-stained eyes were liftet to his. And. oh! the joy of knoWins that in my little, humble sphere m9 words have been blessing 10 you
 He had won back honor probity and place among men. How hl leuged for her as the croWnin@ glad ness of his life! She read the aspiI'a ten in his earnest face, and with tru, and tender regard returned his hanC pressure.