Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1921-07-08


scoWl between Mr. Thomas Graham :
eyes disappeared for the mou,vuC
'WuudertuL ain't il now. how these
come 10 life again i'm the springtImef
lie uated the flower box, fragrant
with bright blossoms, as hc spoke.
They are lovely, Tom; lovely I'M
deed the other man answered. lie
came quite close and put his hand ON
Grahum's shoulder studying him for
a moment from under his bu~by
broWs,
You're coming TO church tomorrow
arrnt you, Tom he asked, abruptly
Instantly the froWu returned to the
other mans face; he drew back IA bit
stIil\ angrily.
NO" he answered, steadily. Il
amt
And, what's more he continued
It's no use to keep asking me. and
asking me, because I'm never going
again. I'm always glad to see you.
Hiram, but when you come as Dea-
con Hiram Brown, pass this house
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your
Tom, you've got to listen to me for
second, | ought To be mad at you,
out I'm not. We all ought to be mad
at you, but we're not. But I'm going
to tell you something the rest of them
are afraid to tell you.
You've turned sour, Tom, sour.
Trouble has visited your household,
and you've gone down under 1t. Why,
don't you know that trouble has come
to US all in the little village and we've
had to bear it?
You're not the only one who has
boy asleep somewhere In France.
Shame on you, Tom Graham; you re-
joce because your plants, seemingly
dead, are alive, and you won't apply
the same truth to your boy The
gate beneath the mans hand swung
open softly as he turned to go, but
again he paused.
Tom he added, earnestly, "do you
remember when the boys were kids
and when Easter morning came, their
SHINING ld(tS III tllc NliOIl lDp N'u
remember the lump that came in our
threats as they sang? He's singing in
a choir today, your boy, and my boy.
Don't let bitterness keep you away
from Gods house, Tom" The gate
clicked after him.
IF you are coming tomorrow, call
me up, Tom we want an extra usher
Don't let your wife come alone"
He passed his hand YEARLY across
his forehead. AS if for the first time
he saw the gentle patient figure of
Il woman, the boys mother, as she
went serenely about her daily tasks.
Why, only this morning she had told
him.
Tom, you'll be coming to church
with me tomorrow morning, it's
Easter dear"
And he had answered a bit less
grutlly than he had answered Hiram:
TN not agoing, Lizzie; 1t isn't
Easter to me-
And the woman answered gently:
Some day, dear when you feel
/ Aitil Sbh 'liN ST. oilS Nii'hSil' ''b' ti'N
lads last letter. You have never felt
that you could do so. Some day you
will, and when that time comes, you
will find it under the Bible
He arose suddenly and entered the
house
! LlzZle' ne called gently pul no
answer came save lhe lick Oh 'ie
great clock on the wall LIZZIE he
called again. ana tleh stopped snort
on the threShoId. IN low rocker by
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