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a about bet in he! wt in her youth “4 fieel brocht-Iipthss.’ ' ‘_ p ‘ g 1 Her‘ house is her mince Therm-h W log-btsilt‘walls are snpw-white. thcpim floor Snow- white, and when the cloth is spread for ten. it. 'too it“ mow-white. 'Upon the nll'h‘en’fa. go" oi graduated pewter platte. , v_en. Roi My incongruous are they on the we)!- oi thh Cumin log'house! But they shine. The Wind the chairs 'shine. The spam and knives lend deuce and dishes shine, glittet. The wink kitchen in spbtless, from the white window-Mind! {I *0 M floor. and there is e glitter on every Imyftom the pathetic pewter covers on the walk ten-fie old oil- ver teaspoons upon the able. 3-5 .._- _.:.|. .' - Mr. McPhail comes in, I um“ um: quiet, husky mice and a self-mm Hi» eye is flat apd dark blue. ad : intellect in in “HM!” soaks he : lookin’g straight into mm mm a M, t‘ . an, ”I; u;- neuaywv..- -rV" .n Mr. McPhail comes in, a small run with e qxiiet, husky voice and a self-Wing manner. His eye is élear arid dark'blue. arid ha a look of intellect in it. When'ht weeks he has {Way of Iookin’g straight into you Qith e flatly, thonJhtful gaze. A man would findâ€"it equelly Wait to doubt or to deceive him. The pioneer life has boa-ed his body and subdued his epirit. but the wholeness of his trials and_the full weight of his burdens have not broken his heart’s courage. rior soured its sweetâ€" ness. nor dimmed his hope in God. ' * We are invited to «it with an airtof, epologetic ccrdialiry. The food is fit for priiicesâ€"diomemade breed white and fluky, butter yellow and meet. eggs just from the nest, and cream. There is cream enough for your tee, for fruit, and,_to drink! Cake there is, too, and other dainties; but not for me. No cake nor dainty an tempt the from this breed and butter. Queen Victoria has not better this night. I much doubt'if she has as good! God bless her! At the head ,and foot of the table sit the hither and mother. and Alexander. Jean, and Donald, with the missionary and myself. make up meeompqny. The children take- their tea' in silence but for e whispered request now end then, or 3 «ply to some low-toned direction from the panther. They listen interested in their elders'- talk, and hugely amused at the jokes. There is no pert interfeetion of smart sayings. so awful in ill-trained childreh of ilhbred parents. They have learned that a j t Land-almost forgottcn' ddctrine that children Shauld 'be seen. 'I tell my best stories and malte‘my pet jokes ‘just to see them laugh. They laugh, as they do every- thing else. with a. gentle reser'veyattd occasionally Jean, a girl bf fifteen, §hy like the rest, pulls her- self up with a blush lest she has been unduly moved to laughter. The mother presides over all with a quiet elficiency, taking keeii, intelligent interest in the conversatignwuo‘u and then putting a revealing question, all the while keeping a watchful eye upon the visitors’ plates lest they should come near being empty. ‘ » ' ~ ‘ 'u‘r'a . The talk goés .back to the old times. ~But these people talk with difficulty when their theme is them? selves. But my infer'cst and questions draw their story ‘from them. A. u «)x Fifteen .years ago the father and [mother left the cozy Glasgow. home and the whiny life of that busy city. and crime over sea and land with their little girl and baby boy to lWinnLegx There they lived for two years. till with the lmd~yeernin¢ in their hearts they came out from the town to this far-hack spot away beyond the Marshes. Here thei cut out ‘of the forest their home, and here they hay: lived amid the‘ quiet, ‘cool ‘woods' ever since, remote from the hustle and heat of the great world. -“ There was the hay from the Marshes to be ‘sold and the wood. too," amwemd the link man “ But." he went on, “I could no‘ make much out of the wood, and I was too old to team, so I saw I ask it up, and went. into Winnipeg to work at my tnde. And, indeed," he added cheerfully, "t nude my good wages of it." ' ‘ _ ‘ ~ I 100k at him and think of the day when he gave up the fight with the wood, Ind cum in ham to tell his wife how he must go ‘0' the city. I know 'to "tixis place instead of to any' odacr? Mimihdethimhflbaflmdovnthevhih and checred’him.»tholuh all! «u like to despair. n the mom oi‘zhe lonely wm. -Ah. the pathos of M Did Uod_ he them that day? Ay, and for many a dgy titer. (I my He forgive all people whose lives mrflow’with plenty of everything. and' whodret their male for pett)Y ilk. Through the winter the rnovpiled up amid the ehmty where lived the little fair-helm! warren end her little girl of nine years and two babies now. thinking, tallung. dreaming. weeping. waiting for the m ml the W of a» jaw. One of the horses died. and the other was sold. Their places were taken by oxen. “And the 0:6! are really very good; l-Iike toiyorlr with Menu,“ -1. El- _4_L_ places were taken by own. “And the oxen are really very good; l-lilte toflyorlt with Mona." says the little men, with heroic Scotch philosophy and invincible contents He ponmt have the best: he will make the best ‘of‘wh’st he can have. Again, inay God “forgive us who (ling down tools because they are not the best. and refuse to dork, and fret instead. _ ' v ' ’Those days are all gunshot they are not yet passed out of the life of this family. They have left their stamp on heart and character of these , steadfast, gentle people, for they are a part of all .that they have met. ‘ After tea -I am told that I have not yet seen Katie, and the nianner of telling makes me feel that there is something in store for up. And so there is. I am taken across a narrow hall and-into soother room, spotless as the kitchen. the same white walls, white floor. and'ilainty curtains. This is lCatie’s room; and there upon a bed lies Katie herself. I have come into the heart of the home. Katie is the eldest of the. family. She is the little girl of nine that stayed through the long win- ‘ter with the mother, "and helped her- with the babies inside and the beasts outside, and was 'the cheer. and comfort of the house, ehile the tether yes awsy in Winnipeg, brave little girl that the was She is now twenty-four, and tor the last nine my. she has suffered-from a mysteriouslsnd’pgeinfnl ill- ness,- and now for eighteen months she has lain noon . her bed and she cannot rise. ‘ We allhave- in. us the beast feeling that shrinks from the me and ~wounded; hot when I look at Katie there is no shrinking in me. Her face has not a sign of fretful weakness. It seems as if. it had caught the glitter rot the home, of the pewter covers, and the old sil- ver ieaspoons. 'It is'hright. That is its character- istic. The broad broivis smooth.~ and the~mouth, though showing the lines of sufieringF-whht control theselines suggest lâ€"is firm and content. The dark eyes loole'out from 'under their straight black brows with a friendly searching. “Come near," they say: “are you'to be trusted?" and you know you are being found out. But they are ltindly eyes and full of peace, with none of thatlookin them that shows when the heart is anxious or sore. 'The face; the mouth, the eyes, tell the same tale of a soul that ...vâ€"--., -â€" -- has ieft its storms behind and has made the haven, though not without sign of the rough weather withâ€" _ There is no sick-room feeling here. The cover- let, me sheets, the night-dress, with frills at ‘the breast iand'wrimw-everythinz about'K'atie i9 sweet and fresh. Every morning of her life she is sponged and dressed, and “ freshed up a .bit ”.b'y her mother’s loéing hands. -It takes an bout-.40 do it, and'there are mapy héusehold cares; but what an hour that is! What talk, what gende, tearful jokes, what under touches! The hour is-one of sacrament to them both, for He is always there in whose presenéc they are reverent and glad. , L,- ...... v r'-"" We “take the booksf’ and I am asked to b! priest. One needs his holy garments in a sanctum like this. After the evening Worship is m?" I all: with Knie. 5 ~ ~ , ;‘Dont you feel the time long? Don’t you grow wan sometimes? . “No! Oh, no!" with slight surgrioe. “I am I‘CIII- “ but surely yqu (ct ionelyé-blue now an! than? " :re ié no of fretful he glitter e old sil- character- IC‘ mouth, ’at control The dark Lek brows they say: 7 you are 3 and full hat shows “I am gled‘you were sent to us." ‘ Then .I am: away, humbly and softly, feeling as if -I had been in a holy place, where I was not wbrth’yâ€" to stand. And a holy place it will ever he to me~the white room, the gpotle’sil white room, lit by, the glory. of that bright; s’wea, patient .faoe. At the table that ‘day the mother's 'face had the same gloryâ€"the glory of those that overcome, the re-, ' flection oi the glory to follow. Heppy, blessed home! The snows m’ay pile up into the blufi and the blig- .zards sweep over the whistling reeds of the Marshes, but nothing can chill the loveor dial the hopes that warm and brighten thehearts in the little log house “Lonely?“ wiiKthc tam-nap: mil-inf “m. ml Theymlnbcn.” A V' ' _ Ha\'ea"igouive me! 1“ land thou]!!! all: ”'0 might have wanted some oi the WWW (ll- traction. ‘ - .. ' _ "But was it alwtyu 99?. flighfl you‘ hit Qt the first?” I persisted. ‘ - " No, not at the int.” ‘ ' .â€" “T'na‘ nah am but 6mm “gonads?” “ Yes.” she unsure" slovifi,.and a hint m} mu up in her check as ii from dun: “After the first six mom!» I found it putty M” I wait. not sure what Wu I but would to her and then she gonna “ltwashardtoseemymotlmundwiththc work and Jean could not get to school? and Ill could go no further - " But that all passed “my?” I “bed; aim a r. "bk, yes!" and her 'smi'le says much. I! as the memory of her triumph the! btmuht bet smile. and it illumined her (see. My words cum slowly. I could hot oomfott where comfort was not needed. I could not pk}. facing a smile like that; and it seemed hard to re- joice over one whose dsys were often full of ”in. But it came to me to say: u... -- w...- V- V “ He’ has donâ€"evimuch ‘for you; md you are doing much for’ Him.” “Yes: He has done math for min.” flat the would go no further. Her service seemed ml! to her, but to me it seemed great an! high. We, in our full blood and unbroken life, have our work, our common work, but this high Work is not £01"qu- ‘we are not good enough. This He keeps for those His love makes pure-by pain. This‘would time“ make one content to suffer. < ' u “a.-- _ Next morning we all went to the little log school, where the Communion service waves to be heldâ€"ell but. the father and Katie. “ You have done me much good.” I could not but say before I left;_“‘snd you are a bleseix‘ in your home." a The color rose in her pale cheek, but she only said : Beyondw {he Marshes, for they have their ‘source from that' high place where love never. faileth and hopes never disappoint. Mexico reel estate. city and labial-ban. hue gone up. from m in 000 per cen-t, in the in: few yup-e. The city in being rebuilt with America: capital; bmineee end midentsl section- elike; trolleys mu to ell the suburban tonne, end these are being re- buiit else in edetiy and «manual ntyle. The city chow- ell np-to-flebe improvement. in confirmation end equipment, end the line iikewiee of ebundent pmperiiy, it. ie- every your moaning e more Inne- tive and delightful piece for permanent residence. and more and m’ore foreigners. 'etyncted by its 53-»! Sad halthfulnqu. um Skin; .up that: ubode than. The country at Inge shown am good afloat- d 3 who alumina-scion going owu-~ an full parted of l ”notation; it builds more nilmull, AA 7 x_ _--_ opal not-i mines nd .nu flatm- you by m, " hoopla. ant of the "voltmet- In which no“ 91 sh mun-Amriesn. :0qu 111% um um “it! Mr“, um pom to m_ .. United States Rebuilding Mexico City 1'! his him 1 mcm: btcat the t twin in ti and. told as s