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J. M. KEANEY, DIV. 71. J. F. HARLEY, DIV. 90. J. L, BODY, CHR., DIV. 71. L. H. BURNELL, SEC., DIV. 653.

F. D. HINES, DIV. 569, V. C.

spoke of your sufferin' or your patience.” Suddenly she began to weep without

She was silent. Her hands were nerv- restraint. He watched her in silence. ously twisting and untwisting the black Intuitively he knew that these were not bordered handkerchief. A spot of color tears of sorrow. After a time he sat came into either cheek.

beside her on the sofa and awkwardly "Mind, I know your father was one of stroked her hair. the best men, .” he said sturdily, “but it “You ain't goin' to know what care or made me mad that they didn't tell the sorrow is if I can help it,” he declared. other side of itthat you are one of the Unconsciously he had raised his voice. best women. Didn't you give ap every. "Hush-oh, hush!" she whispered. thing to him? Where have you been for "They'll hear you out in the kitchen. the past ten years? Nowheres. What Mis' Jones an' Mis' Parsons are out there have you done all that time except take washin' dishes." care of him? Nothin'. Ain't you suffered “Think I care if they do?” he said an' been patient? Didn't you give up defiantly. “I ain't a mite ashamed of it. the man you loved so you could spend all Are you?” your time takin' care of your father? She lifted her eyes to his and smiled. Sarah, if I was goin? to name a regular It was a wonderful smile. Somehow the saint on earth I'd named you.

room seemed to lose much of its des It was a long speech for Seth Carlton tion, even as her face lost its many traces to make. He sat back in the chair, of years and patient suffering. rather surprised at his own statement of "I'll be ready Saturday," she said. his feelings. Sarah smiled feebly. "It warn't so much as you make out,”

Best of All. she protested. He grunted. “Didn't it mean nothin'

BY HONORE WILLSIE. to you that night, ten years back, when you told me you could never marry me

Copyright, 1906, by E. C. Parcells. so long as he lived?"

The aisles of pines stretched in every The color spots brightened in her cheeks. direction, on and on, until the white of "Didn't it?" he persisted.

the snow flood blended with the white “Yes," she admitted slowly.

and green of snow laden boughs in dim, “An' hasn't it meant somethin' all shadowy blacks. The silence of the afterthem ten years?"

noon was unbroken. Even the show She nodded her reply, for her eyes birds were not to be heard, and there was brimmed with tears and there was a not a breath of wind to disturb the white lump in her throat.

drapery that covered the pines. "Talk about patience an' sufferin’an' Rose, gliding along on her snowshoes, saints on earth!” he exclaimed. “Theni second part and parcel of the quiet folks ain't got eyes to see beyond their beauty of the winter forest. Her slender noses. That's what made me provoked. strength and easy grace seemed strangely

He rose and stalked up and down the in harmony with the fine straightness of room. At last he passed before her. the pines.

"You're been a saintin' of it about But for the first time in her life Rose long enough,” he said; "you've done was only vaguely conscious of the loveyour duty-more'n done it-an' I've liness of the woods. She sped on waited for you for ten most ansaintly swiftly, untiringly, guiding her course years. Now, next Saturday I want you”- with now and then a mechanical glance

"Not So soon as that, Seth,' she at the ax cuts on the pine tree trunks. begged.

In her mind she was reviewing over and "Next Saturday," he said inexorably. over the scene of the morning. Again “An' we'll go on to Washington an’ stay she saw the tense face of her husband, a month, an' to New York an' to Phila- with the expressionless faces of the two delphia. Your saintin' days are over. gaides behind him. The cause of the It's time you had a chance to be just a quarrel had been trivial enough. Rose woman for while."

scarcely recalled it now. The main point "I can't-not so soon,” she protested. was that her husband, with his English

“Did I say a word durin' them ten instincts, could not understand that his years?” he asked.

wife, with her American instincts, could She shook her bead.

be led, but not driven. "Hadn't that ought to count for some- "The Hon. Hugh Boynton,” Rose had thin'?”

stormed at him across the campfire, "can “Yes, I suppose it had; but, Seth”- bullyrag his mother and his sisters, but

He smiled almost grimly as he played his wife is just plain American and she his trump card.

will not be ordered as if she were one of "I've bought the tickets,” he said his pointers!” gently.

The Hon. Hugh had straightened his



J. P. RYALL, SEC., DIV. 155.

W. K. SANDERSON, DIV. 529. C. A. MOORE, DIV. 302. D. L. COLLIER, DIV. 17.

w. A. HAMMOND, CHR., DIV. 548. J. E. SEELEY, DIV. 218.

stalwart figure into lines of adamantine stiffness.

"I thought my request was for your own good, Rose," he had said.

“Request!” Rose had repeated indignantly. "It was not a request. It was an order. I would do anything on earth that you asked me to do, but I won't be ordered to do things 'for my best good! Hugh, what do you know about these Wisconsin pines! I was born and bred in them."

Hugh had looked at her in utter bewilderment. The subtile difference between requesting and ordering the same thing was quite lost on him. He knew that he loved the beautiful, stormy girl before him, but something in his English blood made him feel that if he came to her point of view he would belittle himself. So he had merely turned his back on his wife, saying in his Oxford drawl:

"I'm sure I don't care to discuss the matter further."

Rose had stared at him in utter amazement as he made the preparations for the day's hunt. Never in all her spoiled young life had she been so outraged and ignored. Without a word she pulled her soft cap down over her ears, turned up the collar of her great white sweater, slipped her moccasined feet under the thongs of her snowshoes and made off to the south through the clear morning air.

I am going back to Westhaven," she had said to herself. "I can stop at Levant's lamber camp for supper, and from there take the main road and reach Westhaven by midnight. I've not been alone in the woods at night, but I guess I won't be afraid."

So all the bright winter day she had kept her course, her anger and resentment increasing as she drew farther from the hunting lodge.

“Why did I ever suggest this hunting trip?" she thought bitterly. “I wish we were back in London! But-this was bound to come anyhow, so perhaps it is as well to have things end here as there. For I will not go back to him and his domineering.”

The stillness gradually grew oppressive. As the shadows in the distance darkened and closed nearer, there stole through Rose's anger the consciousness that she had no luncheon and that there was no hope of her reaceing Levant's before darkness set in. She half paused.

“Goodness!” she thought. "What shall I do if it gets dark before I reach Levant's? I had forgotten that possibility, And when I get there what excuse shall I make for being there?”

Twilight was deepening, coming with no gorgeousness of sunset or after-glow, for the overhanging boughs, with their

snowy covering, were all but impenetrable. Little by little the tree trunks tumed from green and brown to black. Little by little the snow took a bluish hue that darkened into the purple of the drooping boughs, and the air grew raw and sharp with a little night breeze that made Rose shiver as the glow of heavy exercise departed with her first weariness.

Her course was now more difficult. As darkness seemed assured she constantly stumbled, but caught herself each time. But the straining told on the thongs of her snowshoes. Suddenly she could not tell how, the fastenings on one shoe gave way, and she was thrown violently forward. Had the fall taken place in the soft snow Rose would have been an. harmed, but she had just arrived at the brow of a slight slope almost wind swept of snow. As the girl scrambled to her feet her left arm dangled uselessly at her side. With a little moan she slipped her other foot from its snowshoe, then stood for a moment, pain and terror of the darkness rendering her weak and helpless.

Then her courage returned to her. “Nonsense,” she thought. "I've been in the woods alone before. I mustn't get frightened even if it is dark and I don't know where I am."

She took from the pocket of her skirt a tiny oilskin packet. John, the guide, allowed no one in the lodge to be without matches.

“I'll light a fire,” she said, "and camp right here for the night.”

Dizzy with pain and hunger, she painfully gathered together some dead branches and, kindling a cheerful blaze, sat down before it. The pain in her arm was very great, and she rolled back her sleeve and plied soft handfuls of snow on the flesh.

The whispering of the night through the pines seemed very sad and lonely to Rose. It was only by watching the beauty of the scarlet fire glow on snow and sweeping branches and murmuring over and over to herself that she was not afraid that the girl kept herself from screaming with terror.

Then from out of the darkness behind her came the soft fluff fluff of hurrying snowshoes, and Hugh, hot and breathless, stood before her.

“Rose!” he cried. “Rose, I thought I had lost you!”

Rose looked up at him in amazement. “How did you find me, Hugh?''

"Find yon! Why, I've been following you ever since you left the lodge. But just at dusk my snowshoe broke, and before I could patch it up you were out of sight.”

Rose put another handful of snow on her arm.

Hugh threw himself down be


side her. "Oh, Rose,” he cried, "what the cheering and the emotion which it have you done to yourself ?”

brought forth came a greeting which I Rose looked up at him. Suddenly she was instructed to carry back to the Labor realized how she had been belittling a Convention. I reproduce it here: great thing in satisfying her foolish pride. "The Presbyterian Brotherhood, in its Suddenly she saw that this was best of first convention at Indianapolis, joins with all; not that she keep her girlish vanities, the Brotherhood of Labor as represented but that their love held true no matter in the American Federation of Labor in who ordered or who obeyed. Suddenly convention assembled in Minneapolis in she felt as if she wanted things as they devotion to the ideal of life given by the had been at any cost.

Great Master: “Hugh,” she said, “I don't mind. Or. "If any would be great_ among you, der me about all you want to; only take let him be your servant. For even the care of me and don't let me go away Son of Man came not to be ministered

unto, but to minister.'” Again the little bewildered look came This was probably the first time in the into Hugh's face as he gathered her close. history of organized labor in this country

I don't want to order you, Rosie,” he that so important a religious society sent said. "I was stubborn, and you know a special representative to a convention of what is for your own best good anyhow. labor's greatest body, with a fraternal All I want is you, and for the rest you greeting. It is significant that this repremay do as you please.”

sentative was also received by the American Federation of Labor as a fraternal

delegate from the Presbyterian DepartTwo Brotherhoods.

ment of Church and Labor. This is a

sign of the times. It is a prophecy of the BY REV. CHARLES STELZLE.

day when men will learn that only as the "Our field the world.

spirit of brotherhood and of service preOur cause-humanity."

vails will there be anything like a solu

tion of the vexatious problems in the soIt was an inspiration to march with the

cial and in the industrial world. 300 and more delegates at the Minneapolis convention of the American Federation of Labor, as they proceeded to the con- Union of Forces—Brotherhood of Man. vention hall, behind the banner which bore these words.

The following address by Rev. M. J. The president's report and the spirit of Riordan, rector of St. Charles Catholic the meetings rang true to the motto. It church, Pikesville, Md., was delivered at was the spirit of sacrifice and of service the memorial meeting of the Brotherwith just enough of the shout of victory hood of Locomotive Engineers held in to keep up one's courage. There were the Maryland Theater, Baltimore, Ma., some discordant elements, true enough, Sunday afternoon, Nov. 26, 1906. Gov. but even these, analyzed, indicated a ernor Warfield and the Mayor of Baltimeasure of that for which labor's broth

were present. President Murray erhood of service stands.

and General Manager Fitzgerald of the During the progress of the convention, B. & O. R. R. occupied a box. I slipped down to Indianapolis to address I am always pleased to have the privi. the newest organization in the Presbyte- lege of addressing a body of men who rian Church-the “Presbyterian Brother- work, whether they labor with hand or hood." This was its first convention- brain. They are the only class without with the choicest representatives from whom society could not exist. The idler every city in the land-over 1,000 strong. is anathematized by Scripture and reason But Tomlinson Hall was packed at nearly alike, and it is beginning to be considered every session-packed with men who a disgrace to accept emolument or honor came because of their interest in this new from society without endeavoring to reorganization, even though they were not turn an equivalent in the form of useful honored by being sent as regularly ac- service. All men bear God's image in credited delegates.

their soul, but they whose labor or ingeAcross the stage was flung a banner nuity given new form or location to the which carried the motto "Service in products of the earth resemble him also Brotherhood.” As I spoke to that great in action. Every time a workman earns audience of nearly 3,000 men“The Church $1 by his productive labor he adds many and Labor," I was thinking of the con- multiples of that amount to the world's vention in Minneapolis, and my message wealth. I salute with reverence, therewas delivered in the spirit which I had fore, the Brotherhood of Locomotive Encaught there. How well that message gineers whose daily work at the throttle was received others may tell, but out of contributes so largely to the extension of


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