J THE MINISTER’S VOUNQ WIFE.

Well. now. for my part. Miss Poet, ns 1 wns telling them two Indian. 1 always Uked your husbnnd's prenching." Mr*. Dale menaured ont two yards ol lace and counted three dosen pearl buttons, large and small, before ahe looked up Into the sweet face of the pastor's young wife. The rosy cheeks were pale uow and the pretty mouth was slightly drawn. It seemed Is If it would not take much to cause Mr*. Post's blue eyes to All with tear*. Mrs. Dale shrewdly gueased as much, but she said nothing, except to wlah her customer a pleasant good morning as ‘she went away. Delia Post knew well enough what to surmise from the remarks made by the portly widow. Somebody must have been criticising Homer's sermons, or Mrs. Dale would not have defended them. Into the door of the pretty gabled cottage which the good people of West End had provided for their pastor the young wife went and straight Into the tiny study where her husband sat at his desk. ' Has something troubled you. Della. dear?” he asked kindly, laying down his pen. "Nothing much;" but as If to contiadlct her words she sat down In an easy chair and commented to cry. "What can It be?" thought the minister. as he vainly tried to soothe his wife. in a few moments the story' came out; for Dslla Post was very young indeed—only just ID—and she had not learned to keep her troubles shut up within her own heart, rather than add

Mr. Post’s face cleared. "Is that all. child? I certainly thought you had bad news from home. . 0f course, everybody does not like my preaching. How could that be possible? I do my best. and. with the Lord’s help. I trust that some word

• You are so good.' replied Della, "and Homer. I do not help you at all. I was never cat out for a preacher’s wife. Do you remember how I laughed that day at Sister Hathaway's, w n she was telling about her son’s itiideeds? Wasn't It awful? And how s:.e glared at me." Mrs. Post's tears had quite disappeared now, and her husband looked down lovingly at the sunny face. "Oh, dear, I entirely forgot those biscuits. Th'ey’H be all burned up.” With a gay laugh she sprang down the stairs singing, and the minister

acknowledged that. This was In the Sunday school, where the minister's wife was very successful girls in her class. One was Mary .White, another was a from Mrs. Dale's store, a girl about 13 and the e person whom fastldiMrs. Post disliked, although she tried hard to combat the feeling, was Katie Mason, ths maid-ef-all-work at the hotel In the town, ths place where and sober and from which they emerged fiends. It was not because Katie was a working-girl that Mrs. Post did not like her—not at all. Della would have loved any one.

"She little knows how much she helps me with her sweetness and cheeriness," he murmured. "But I must be more particular about my sermon next Sunday. I noticed that Brother McPherson spoke coldly to me last week and I fear that 1 do need Sister Dale's kindly words. Mr. Post had married Della Harold alawt a year before. She .was the ' :r of a wealthy merchant aqd

ful for a preacher's wife, although she was a happy Christian and loved her

husband dearly. "Mr. Post is

er." si !ng at

own house. "He Is sincere and good. I believe we could get along with him if he were alone, but his wire—”

t a brilliant preach-

" Yes. Brother McPherson. It’s the wife that Is the trouble Not that I see much amiss in the little girl, myself. She’s just the age of my Mary, and I doubt If I should dare to recommend her to any one of our young preachers— but all the women are against her." At Mr. White's remark. Mrs. Mc-

the way she wears her hair in that sort of pug on top. and them curls around her face. Is a shame and disgrace for a preacher’s wife, or at least

’’She has four silk dreasea.” "And a hat to match each one.” "And a sealskin cloak.” This last item of attire seemed to be particularly objectionable and the talk was waxing warm whan Mrs. Harper. a little pale faced woman who bad hitherto kept silence, said quietly. "Mrs. Poet was very good to my Davie when he was rick. It was she who was with him when he-"

I up. However, it was settled « the men. nearly all of whom sad tag member* of the church,

uisi-ijSir'birTiirtt«,“4S ton. u».^pariOT ExcuPing to call to look around the room and had «iH mswcmm far complaint sftlset the

When Mrs Poet came to West End she had found a square parlor with low windows, a brilliant scarlet et and several stiff chairs. With I taste and the judicious use of a little money she had transformed It A pretty rug. in subdued colors hid the objectionable carpet Soft InexIve curtains were at the windows, and a few good engravings and choice photographs gave character to the white walls.

entered, and to the annoyance of all, after him tripped bis wife, who drawing a low chair nearer to the light. d some embroidery, listening. meanwhile, with deep attentlqp to the

which issued from the low porch an

our later.

"Why didn’t you say something?" asked Brother McPherson. Impatiently, of Brother White. How could 1, with the minister’s wife sitting there so smiling and cheerful?" returned Mr. White. Justly Indignant at the quevtlon. "So good of them to call, wasn’t . Homer?” said Della, enthuslastical- . as she put away the precious Venetian glasses in which she had passed made to the guests. "It shows how fond they are of you. Mr. Post was leaning on the mantel and did not seem to bear the remark. He knew very well that thoee five men had not come In to make a friendly call. There had been something at the

the poor She had

hand before; now she stooped and kissed the bit of forehead which was not covered with bandages. "I am here. Katie, and I am going to stay with you," ahe said. In spite of her husband's protest. DeUs remained in that dimly Ughtsd room all night The pain which poor Katie suffered was liLdescrlbabls. and were so piteous that Mrs Ryan retired to the kitchen, where ahe could not hear them, leaving the ilnlster’s wife alone. Mr. Pott waited down stairs, and his brave wife aat by the sick girl’s bedside, holding one bandaged hand In hers, while she murmured comfortin a low. sweet voice. Her husband heard It In the middle of the night and thanked God ’> had given him such a wife. It was not until the next evening that Katie's weary feet slipped over the brink of time into eternity. As her sufferings grew worse, she dung more tightly to the soft white hand listened to the loving words which the minister’s wife spoke. Mr. Post hardly recognized Della In tills womi whose tender ministries helped the onnded, stricken, homely girl to die

i peace.

Mrs. McPherson and some other ladies of the church came In during the amazed at the bearing of the woman whom they had criticized for having four silk dresses sealskin cloak. These things so Insignificant In this chamdeath—and such a horrible

it If there was eomer bad they not men-

Aa the months passed by Mrs. Post went on her way with a calm and undisturbed spirit It never oocured to that people did no» approve of

led dishes for a living or vent their time In elegant leisure. If they ‘ only clean. This unfortunate girl not only untidy In her person, but

Try as she would. Mrs. Post could not C herself to touch her. But she soon 1 cared that the one joy of Katie's

voice, the well bred manner, the perfect toilette, were new to her, and mod to lift the minister's wife into sphere' of an angel. Each Sunday Mrs. Post prayed that she might be able to say something to help this poor girl, whose eyes had first seen the light In a workhoi&e, and whose miserable life had been passed in hard labor and the lowest surroundings. RyaA hotel stood on a corner of the >aln street of the village, and Its flickering lights burned all nlgbt long, while from within came the sound of

was up again at dawn doing the heavidrudgtry. le day Mrs. Post came In with her i full of the spring bloseoms and

"Isn’t it lovely r’ . she exclaimed, hearing her husband’s footstep behind err." be replied absently. ’’Delia, there’s a man here who wants yon very much to come down to Ryan's hotel an accident, and Katie, the girl In your Sunday school claas, og faat’” responded the his hat awkwardly. He was the barman at Ryan’s. "But.’’ as

he said

l crowd of friends later. "I y when I sees her. and that

. you

wlfe'a

She turned aa pale as a r, he says. ’Now. darling, you don’t need to go. I’ll go.’

she says, and I st

Ice, ‘She's s Hut you belli

I says kind of

for you.

Bo It a

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was that Delia Post went into wore of the dying girl without ig that abe had tripped on the stairs with a lighted lamp In

her hand and that aha was burned be-

lt was aa awful sight that the inexirleneed girl saw when she entered

ths garret where the drudge was petrooms la the bouse; but afthouglTthe innkeeper’s wits had no wish to be unkind to tbs injured girt. K had not occurred to bar to have her carried in-

to ass of dwsa ^ ^ ^

tsV. wife, clinging la dsspsrotfaa to

disfigured head la her hands.

QUAINT AND CURIOUS.

The use of the "E Pluribus Unnm” on coin was never authorised by law. Us first known use was on a New

Jersey cent struck off In 177*.

In a village of Germany a blind old

led to church every Sun-

day by a ga hold of her g

thing like 1.150,000 pints of tea are imbibed yearly by Londoners, and that the teapot necessary to contain tils amount, If properly shaped, would comfortably take In the whole of St. Paul’s cathedral. The greatest number of men ever employed on one structure was on the Gixeh pyramid. where 7,000.000 were In forced labor. This pyramid Is 450 feet high, and covers an area of IS acres, twice the dimensions of any other building In the world. ae instance taking 2000 men three years in bringing a single stone from the quarry.

that of Eleanor Ltnler, an American bride, who. in 1897. married her sixth .and. the other five having been divorced. But they evidently did not Jder that she had trifled with r affections, for each followed her In a separate cab to the church, and went so far as to present her with a substantial wedding gift.

relllng bouse in Philadelphia Underneath the parlor window was a ser upon which was a glass globe, which. It U supposed, became so heated by the sun's rays that It Ignited the window curtains, the flames extending to the dresser, which with Its contents and the curtains, were destroyed before the fire was extinguished. There no fire in the parlor grate, nor any person In the room where the

■ are buried as In this country.

In a tiny coffin, xre little boxes painted black or green, shaped like a with sloping roofs. They are about two feet long, one foot deep and one foot broad and have an oval heart shaped opening at one end. nuounted by a crow. The opening fitted with glass so that a portion of the skull is visible and appears to scowl at the curious spectator. The boxes are arranged on ledges and coils. It U a

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W. 8. King, a blacksmith, living at ervllle. was playing baby and dlsloited bis hip. says a Bowling Green. Ohio, special In the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. He was watching his little child put IU great toe In its and the ease with which the er did the trick astonished the who became so interested that be put away his tools, and.

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