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THE RURAL HEW-YORKER. 
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THE DRUM LAKE EASTER SERVICE. 
A story of the Michigan Pine Woods. 
BY HERBERT W. COLLINGWOOD. 
Copyrighted by the Rural New-Yorker. 
(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.) 
U A N you said ’e ’ad a futer did you Bill?’’ 
XJL "I did that, mum, which I’ll leave 
it to Parson, mum.” Thus appealed to, the 
Rev. Mr. Grayling testified to the truth of 
Mr. McKelvey’s statement. 
“So ’e ’ave Bill, so ’e ’ave”—was Mrs. Me 
Kelvey’s consoling remark. 
I hardly think it wise to attempt to dis¬ 
prove any of Mr. McKelvey’s claims in re¬ 
gard to the “futur” of his son and heir. As 
the young man was some thirty years the 
junior of Mr. Gray, that cynic would be 
obliged to reach a very ripe old age in order 
to enjoy more “futur.” 
Mr. McKelvey went at his work with the 
air of a man who had still plenty of fight left 
in him. He drowned imaginary Jack Grays 
in the hot dish-water and rubbed the lie out of 
him with his towel time and again. 
The “ fool ” had been so much interested in 
this discussion that he had not noticed the 
visitor who came in with Mrs. McKelvey. It 
was only when he walkod up to the stove 
after the question had been decided, that he 
noticed a little girl sitting by the cradle. He 
started at the sight of her. It seemed to him 
that he had never seen such a pretty little 
thing before. 
The hair, bright as gold, fell in a tangle 
down over her neck and face. Her great 
blue eyes were wide with wonder at the 
strange things before her. The little ragged 
dress could not conceal the beautiful little 
form. The minister sat down by the stove to 
watch her. 
Where had he seen those great eyes before? 
Had they not looked in at him through that 
window upstairs? The yellow curl in his 
pocket seemed to give a great throb as he 
thought of it; but he fought the feeling 
down. It was not often that he noticed 
children, but this one seemed to fascinate him 
in some way. “Come hither, little one”—he 
said at last beckoning to the child. She came 
and stood by the stove and looked wonder, 
ingly up in his face. 
“What is your name?” he asked, stroking 
the mass of curls back from her eyes. The 
little thing did not seem to understand him. 
She only opened her eyes wider than ever at 
the question. How like the others they were! 
“What is your mamma’s name then?' * 1 
asked the minister. “Sarcy Sail”—answered 
the little girl, as her eyes fell. 
“Ye musn’t talk about her mother, Parson,” 
broke in Mrs. McKelvey hastily—“she hain’t 
a good woman, Parson, an ’it hain’t fer such as 
ye ter talk h’ about 'er. Come ’ere, Mamie"— 
she added with a strange tenderness—“come 
’ere and git yer supper.” She had formed a 
high chair by placing a little cricket upon odo 
of the common chairs, then she brought out 
from the pantry, for her visitor, a small, 
gaily-painted plate and a tiny cup, which 
had been bought for her own little girl who 
now lay in a grave under the snow. 
The child ran away from the Parson at 
Mrs. McKelvey’s invitation and the good 
landlady lifted her to the top of the high 
cricket. Mamie held up her little mouth to 
be kissed, and then began her supper, with 
Mr. McKelvey to do the honors in his best 
style. 
Mrs. McKelvey’s eyes glistened as she came 
over to whisper an explantlon to the Rev. 
Mr. Grayling. “ ’Er mother is dying, sir. 
She ’ave been a h’awful bad woman, but she 
can’t live much longer an’ I won’t see ’er 
starve sir—no matter what folks dooes say” 
—and Mrs. McKelvy bristled defiantly. 
I doubt not that if Drum Lake had defended 
Sarcy Sal, Mrs. McKelvey would have been 
her most bitter assailant, but as Drum Lake 
society had long since closed its doors against 
the aforesaid person, Mrs. McKelvey was her 
only champion. 
“Who wouldn’t take care of such a dear 
little creter, bless ’er dear little ’art?” and even 
brave strong-minded Mrs. McKelvey wiped 
her eyes on her apron, thinking no doubt of 
the other little girl who used to sit in the 
same place years ago. 
But crying will not prepare breakfast for 
hungry boarders, and such memories will 
never wash dishes. So Mrs. McKelvey 
seemed to think, for, after blowing her nose in 
a most suspicious manner, she went at her 
work with an energy that made it fairly trem¬ 
ble in its boots. 
The “fool” sat and watched the group 
around the table You or I would have been 
satisfied ter watch Mrs. McKelvey. But the 
minister hardly noticed her even when she 
went to the pantry with a long row of cups 
under h6r chin forming a most dangerous 
angle down over her ample breast. He was 
watching the little girl. 
Mr. Me Kelvey was giving evidence of great 
powers of entertainment. He could make 
himself extremely agreeable to his guests if he 
chose, and already he and little Mamie 
were wonderful friends. He would wink at 
her in the most knowing way over the dish- 
pan, or play “bo-peep” behind a tin plate, 
till the little girl would throw back her head 
and laugh so merrily that Mrs. Me Kelvey 
would come to the rescue with, “Now, Bill, 
’ow you h’act.” 
But Mr. Me Kelvey did not speak to his 
little friend, for he knew he would only 
frighten her if he did. 
I wonder what made the “fool” do it. He 
promised himself to burn the ribbon and curl, 
but he was like other men after all. There is 
something about such things that begs us not 
to destroy them, even when we know it 
would be better to put them in the flames. 
Perhaps the Rev. Mr. Grayling thought it 
would be about the same to give the ribbon 
away as to burn it. Perhaps the little tangle 
of golden hair touched him. No matter what 
the motive was, he pulled the ribbon slowly 
out of his pocket, and walked over to the little 
girl. 
“She ought to have her hair confined, let 
us try this band”—he said, holding out the 
faded token. 
Mrs. Me Kelvey hastily dried her hands, 
and tied the ribbon around the head of the 
smiling little girl. Then she stepped back to 
view her work. “H’aint it putty” she cried 
delighted “Where did’e git it Parson?” 
“I—I—have had it in my possession for—a 
—some time,” stammered the “fool.” 
Mr. McKelvey came and lifted Mamie from 
her chair and carried her over to the looking- 
glass so that she could see herself. “ ’Mazin’ 
putty, ’mazin’ putty,” he criticised in a hoarse 
whisper that was entirely new to the minister. 
It was his tone for conversation with child¬ 
ren. 
Mamie was wonderfully pleased with her 
present. She raised herself on her small toes 
when Mr. McKelvey put her down in the hope 
of obtaining another peep at herself. Mr. 
McKelvey, at the risk of prolonging his work 
till morning, came every two or three 
minutes to hold her up for another inspection. 
At last Mrs. McKelvey decided that it was 
time for Mamie to go home. The little girl 
pouted a little at this announcement, but did 
not refuse when Mrs. McKelvey told her that 
her mother might need. her. She went all 
around to say good-bye. She kissed Mr. Mc¬ 
Kelvey and pulled his beard and his nose in 
the most friendly manner, and kissed the 
baby just as heartily as if no insinuations had 
ever been cast upon his nose. When she came 
to Mrs. McKelvey that kind woman gathered 
her up in her arms, and rocked back and forth 
with her for a moment. “I love you,” said 
the little girl, “and you, too,”—seeing the dis¬ 
appointed look on Mr. McKelvey’s face—“and 
him," she added doubtingly, pointing to the 
minister. 
“Bain’t e goin ter kiss the Parson? ’—asked 
Mrs. McKelvey, when her violent demonstra¬ 
tions of affection were over. Mamie walked 
bashfully up to the minister, and held her 
mouth up to him. He bent down to meet it, 
and she gave him a kiss that sent his blood 
tingling as it had not done for years. 
Mrs. McKelvey stood at the kitchen window 
after Mamie went out, to see that the child 
reached her home in safety. She was satis¬ 
fied at last to see the little girl run in at the 
door of a small house far down the street. 
Then she went back to her work with an 
extra energy to make up for lost time. While 
she is busy let us go in with Mamie for a 
moment. 
The room that Mamie entered was very 
plain. A cooking stove at one side, a few 
chairs, a rough board table made up all the 
furniture. There was no light except for the 
moonbeams that came drifting in, at the 
window, and formed long patches of light on 
the floor. 
(TO BE CONTINUED.) 
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THE WONDERS WHICH THE MICROSCOPE 
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advanced the derangement is, or whether it 
shall prove fatal. 
The microscope, however, gives us this 
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Bright’s disease, which so many people 
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human economy by the aid of the microscope, 
there is greater alarm spread through the 
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As the microscope in the hands of laymen 
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