The herald., 1920-12-16

Is SICK every DAY, and she cries too.
That's misery, amt TT"
Captain MacCauley was used TO
titles Of woe, but he knew a panaces
for them 'Yes. 1t is So" he said.
Perhaps you could get her to come
here some evening! Do you think you
could1-
Daddy wouldn't let her" was the
reply. and she lifted unfathomable
saddened gray eyes to his. "You see
when man owns a woman, and she
don't do the things he tells her to. he
beats her, huh?-
There was mute pleading In her e1-
preston as she drew back on the
bench little farther away from him.
All! He might have known that she
had been swept along by the relent-
less tide Of brutality. He sighed
little. He had seen enough Of ignorant
men with their supreme egotism, to
know she told the truth.
Your father is-is-cruel to your
mother, them" he faltered.
She remained In deep thought for
the space OF few seconds.
"a swat or two, mebbe more, amt
KILN thing to women folks" was
the response she made cOnfuSedly at
length.
So unusual had been her answer
that Philip MacCauley gazed at her In
amaZement
Have you ever heard of-of God7"
he asked finally. his own confusion ap-
parent In the stumble of his tongue.
TOnnibel laughed.
II hear God d-n more'n a hundred
times a day." she replied. "Is that
what you meanT'
'NOt quite" answered Philip, star
tied. mol Not that"
'Then what?" demanded Tony.
what kind of God do you meanT
zone that is good" explained Phil
Up. There isn't any God but the one
who helps"
my mummy" breathed the girl,
misty tears shadowing her eyes.
"Yes."
"Where is he, them" The words
shot forth with such insistence tina,
something within Philip MacCauley
rose TO its demand.
"Some ones got to be good to my
mother" the girl ran on before he
could speak. "She's sick-and lonely
Oh, I've got to do something for her
Where's your helpin' God, misterT
NxhN l. L. IL cnt1
Philip, a strange emotion sweeping
over him. "In fact there isn't any
place where God is not"
"He wouldn't come in a dirty cana
boat, would Her. demanded Tony
breathlessly.
Astonished at such crudeness. Cap
tain MacCauley shifted himself abou
so he faced her squarely. Was 1t pre-
tended ignorance or innocence In the
searching gray eyes? Then he decided
that truth was stamped on every lint
Of the upturned face.
"Of course, everywhere" he ex
claimed brokenly. "Why, dear child
Tony Devon interrupted him swift
ly. Tell me how to manage it." sh'
pleaded. "How can I wheedle you
God to the Dirty Mary"
ITO the whatT was the question
the boy asked In shocked swiftness.
1.-The Dirty Mary" repeated Tony
MY mummy and me live on cana
boat. Once she were just calle'
Mary But she's so id nasty, Ed
calls her the Dirty Mary. She's
nice boat Just the same as long as m
mummy's there. But can't see how
clean God could come on 'er.
guess you're foolin' me, mister"
Philip swallowed hard. Then slowl
and gently he talked to her, trying I
make her understand as best he coul
what he meant by God, Spirit.
"And you can help your mother, III
tle-what's your namef"
"Tony, Just Tonnibel." she mumblet
Then her voice rose and she uttere
sharply, snow tell me how to help m
mother"
Philip went to the altar and sorte
out a small card.
"This," he said. coming back to he
"has happy, loving thoughts written o
II. If you think these things all I'd
time-oh, how they will help both 20
and your mother"
Wonderingly she took 1t In he
fingers. The first thing that met nc
ewes was a beautiful uplifted face OF
man and In his arms was little lam
Underneath the picture was printe'
Feed my sheep" and directly und'
that we're the words, stand still an
see the salvation Of the Lord" One
more her eyes sought the face abov
a face wherein lay all the pity an
love In the world
Tony Devon caught glimpse OF Il
lesson he was trying to teach, an
, when she went out Of the Salvauo
army hall she held within the dept
, of her a wonderfully new and utter
strange emotion.
: She was painting for breath VINE
, she ran up the gangplank Of the can
/ boat.
woman was busy brewing u