The mirror., 1923-08-30
THE FIGURE IN BRONZE
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Methodist revival at Glory Heights, and
do believe that you really take that
mythical Sripture story literally. 1t is
mere fiction, as Jesus said it was parable.
1t never actually occurred and it doesn't
now."
Mrs. De Pomp came also to her hus-
bands rescue, with the retort-"I think
the Devil must have got the better of the
situation at that revival, for 1 am told
that the supper and dance at Union Church
plucked that revival bud before it bios
somed. So you see that we are not worrying
about that doleful parable, and know
that shall never come to want" and Mrs.
De Pomp tossed her head proudly.
"It is terrible to want for the ordinary
necessities of life and be unable to procure
them," said Justice, and then, sorrowfully,
she added-"Mrs. Walker told me today
that the price of -four had become so high
this past week that she could not afford
to eat bread at ALL"
"That is unfortunate of course, but you
know that the Bible says truly, "The poor,
we have always with U.S." ventured Mrs.
De Pomp rather loftily.
"Yes-yes," seconded her husband, and
then he observed, "By the way, Miss True;
that Helund woman, who made so much
trouble for Richards and his people at
All Saints Church, has filed suit for
divorce. And I hear that there will be
no contest Rumor says that both she and
Mr.. Helund have found other afinities, or
soulmates, whichever. they call them, and
that both will remarry at once" He burst
into peal of laughter, and added-"Great
Scott! But wasn't the old dame hot when
she found that I had bought that salary
subscription and made the dear flock come
through with the coin!" De Pomp slapped
his knee in satisfaction. "Them folks WON'T
try to beat the preacher again that way,
l reckon"
"That surely was one good deed to your
credit" replied Justice. =
Mrs. De Pomp swept the company with
aan amiable smile, and her eyes came to
rest upon her husband adoringly as she re-
marked, ooh Gerald just dotes on philan-
thropy"
"Yep! Pm regular masculine @Lady
Bountiful," smacked De Pomp with a
wink.
"When you're not cornering the wheat
market" countered his wife.
"Tut-Tut! The wheat market 90 hang!
Now wifey-you must not interrupt your
hubby when he is attempting to edify his
friends with his virtues" and he made an
elaborately ridiculous obeisance to his wife
81 shall consider myself very properly
rebuked; and now you may proceed" she
returned, with graceful mock, humility,
which caused the others to laugh gaily.
DE Pomp was somewhat of an elocu-
Zionist, and he arose assuming an attitude
OF pensiveness, and then began dramatic
ally
"Oh-that I might again restore
The feeting years from times grey urn
once more;
Those golden hours when Nell and
Irod messy dales, or daisied fields with
: babbling brooks,
Or lofty hills, with fern-clad shadowed
hooks;
Where youthful dreams rode forth on
prancing steeds,
AS Lochinvar, or warrior bold-for love
or noble deeds.
Then might this troubled heart be still:
These weary eyelids close;
And hope, her fainting pinions fold,
While the fair phantoms rose.
Still, like child in oceans arms,
We strive against the stream;
Each moment farther from the fields
Where life's young fountains geam
Each moment, fainter wanes the fields;
And wider rolls the sea;
Our eyes grow dim; our vision fades;