PeUTCH CORNERS “DAYS 
children always “stuck by” them. 
Faith was the one word written over 
their door. 
The reader is respectfully invited to 
view snow-buried, snug Dutch Corners. 
Spread out on either hand like an im- 
mense picture in black and _ white 
stretched the white fields, bordered with 
fences and dotted here and there with 
patches of woodland. In the back- 
ground the mountains loomed up, dark 
and menacing. Wherever farm build- 
ings could be seen they seemed to hug 
close together for protection from the 
cold. And the buildings of the old- 
fashioned little village of Miller’s Mill, 
Dutch Corners’ principal village, 
notable for a post office and store com- 
bined where you could buy anything 
from baby ribbon to a harvesting ma- 
.chine, were grouped as irregularly as 
a box of Young Hopeful’s blocks and 
spools swept carelessly out into the 
snow. 
All Saturday long a crowd of faith- 
ful church members worked in the 
basement of the big, barn-like white 
church, at the edge of Miller’s Mill, 
preparing the great supper to be cele- 
brated that evening. Some were jolly, 
some solemn, but all entered the task 
of boiling beef and baking bread in a 
spirit of good humor and helpfulness. 
Passing among the groups of plainly 
dressed men and women, the latter clad 
generally in black, with a little white 
gauze hood or cap as their only adorn- 
ment, could be seen a few loving, 
reverent women and girls, who by their 
very presence lent dignity and an 
ineffable charm to the scene; 'women 
whose whole lives were filled with un- 
complaining service, whose thoughts 
were never of themselves but of those 
with whom their lot was cast; the sort 
of women to know whom inspires an 
unshakable faith in womanhood the 
world over. 
At twilight the labor was completed. 
The crude wooden benches were in- 
verted in such manner as to form con- 
venient tables, which were then covered 
with white cloth and “set” with the 
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plainest white china. A score or more 
little tubs filled with water were in the 
basement below, in readiness for the 
feet-washing. 
Down the winding roads came the 
long lines of sleighs and sleds, to the 
accompaniment of the merry jingle of 
a bewildering variety of bells. The 
building soon began to fill, and the 
available horse-sheds were filled in 
short order and the fences in every 
direction well lined with blanketed 
teams, shivering impatiently in the 
stinging wind. Within, the two gi- 
gantic stoves were roaring and the 
services were proceeding with singing 
and praying. In groups of two or 

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more the members seated themselves at 
the long tables, the men at one side of 
the aisle, the women at the other, until 
the entire capacity was occupied. At 
one end of the building were places for 
visitors and non-members or those who 
