MAR 46 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
Citenmj. 
THE DRUM LAKE EASTER SERVICE. 
A story of the Michigan Pine Woods. 
BY HERBERT W. COLL1NGWOOD. 
Copyrighted by the Rural New-Yorker. 
(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.) 
T HE women looked indignantly at the in¬ 
truder. Some of the men laughed, while 
others showed a disposition to drive the 
woman away, but Jack Gray rose from his 
seat, and helped her to the rear bench. 
Little Mamie saw Mr. and Mrs. McKelvey 
and the baby in front and started to run to 
them, but seeing her mother left alone, came 
back and nestled up at her side. The woman 
placed her arm about the little girl, and sat 
with her head bent down as if to hide her 
shame. 
I think the minister recognized her at once. 
He turned as white as snow, and dropped his 
manuscript on the floor. Recovering himself 
with an effort, he bowed before the altar, 
while the choir sang “ Rock of Ages.” The 
congregation thought he was praying, but I 
do not think so, for prayer would have 
brought forgiveness to his heart. He rose at 
last with a stern look on his face. He would 
not forgive her! 
He came forward to the board desk and 
began his sermon in a voice that somehow 
had a clear ring in it. His face was white, 
but his voice never faltered, his hand never 
trembled. 
The sermon would have been well received 
in Boston or New York, but it went very 
wide of the Drum Lake mark. Even zealous 
Mr. McKelvey nearly went to sleep in spite of 
his tight coat. No one knows how the wretch¬ 
ed woman at the back received it, for her 
face was hidden. She trembled at times, but 
that may have been because of her weakness. 
There is but one passage that I shall quote, 
and that perhaps has not much to do with 
the text. It might possibly have been ef¬ 
fective in the hands, or rather the mouth of a 
more accomplished orator, but as it rolled 
from the lips of the Rev. Mr. Grayling, it 
seemed by some subtile chemical agency, to 
acquire sufficient narcotic properties to pro¬ 
duce sleep. 
“ This life of ours, my friends, religious and 
social, its victories and its defeats, is not un¬ 
like the campaign of an army. We begin 
our real life, we go from college, or from prep¬ 
aration of any kind, with grand hopes of 
success It is like the army marching away 
to battle. Down through the crowded streets 
they go in bright, new uniforms, with flags 
waving, and inspiring music to lead them on. 
Up above them on the balcony, lips they love 
are trembling; eyes they would die for are 
filled with tears; hands that somehow hold 
them away from wrong, are waving them a 
last farewell. Their hearts are filled with 
courage; could they but meet the foe then, 
how complete would be the victory! But all 
these sentiments do not wm the battle. It is 
the slow, monotonous drilling till a man is 
changed into a machine, the weary marching 
througli rain and mud, the digging in the 
dismal trenches, it is preparation. It is the 
walking on the lonely sentry beat, when the 
thoughts of home come like the moonlight 
streaming through the pines. It is vigilance. 
It is the po wer to obey. Sometimes we fail 
in spite of years of preparation, in spite of 
watchfulness, in spite of years of devotion. 
We know that success is impossible, and yet 
we fight on, we know not why. Is it not 
because we feel that to the meanest, humblest, 
saddest life some mighty joy, some wondrous 
good may come? 1 ' 
The minister finished at last, and sat down 
in his chair. The congregation began to stir, 
and make ready to go away. At the signal 
from the minister the “Chase gals” rose to 
sing the last hymn. It was Miss Mary’s favor¬ 
ite, “ Whiter Than Snow,” and she meant to 
make it the best of the service. 
They sang the first verse and then began 
the refrain. 
“ Whiter than snow, 
Whiter than snow, 
Wash me and I shall be 1 
Walter than snow.” 
They had sung but two lines when a wild 
cry from the back of the room, startled them 
into silence, “ Sarcy Sal,” who had struggled 
with her feelings, in silence all through the 
sermon, now threw both arms into the air 
with an awful cry: “My God, what can I 
do?” 
The minister covered bis face with his 
hands. He did not leave his place, nor did he 
look at the woman; but Mrs. McKelvey 
handed the baby to her husband, and ran to 
the side of “ Sarcy Sal.” She raised the 
wretched woman, and half carried her through 
the crowd of men, down stairs to the kitchen. 
The song was finished, the minister with 
trembling lips pronounced the benediction 
and the congregation went stamping away. 
The Rev. Mr. Grayling waited until all the 
rest bad gone, then he went slowly down to 
his own room. 
He had hardly closed the door, when there 
came a light tap, and Mrs. McKelvey looked 
in. There were tears in the good woman’s 
eyes, and her mouth worked in spite of her 
efforts to control it. 
“ She wants to see ’e Parson,” said Mrs. 
McKelvey. “ Jestfer a minnit; jest to say a 
few words—poor critter she can’t live much 
longer,” and Mrs. McKelvey’s apron went up 
to her eyes in spite of all her efforts to keep it 
in place. 
The minister drew himself up as he had not 
done before. There was a determination in 
his voice which startled Mrs. McKelvey. 
“ You may send her away Mrs. McKelvey. I 
will never see her again. ' 
Mrs. McKelvey went away without a word, 
but a moment later another step came along 
the passage. The door was opened and 
“Sarcy Sal” herself stood looking in. She 
held out her hands appealingly to him, but 
he turned away from her that she might not 
see his face. 
“ Henry,” she whispered, “ I have come to 
ask you to forgive me before I die. W ill you 
not take that one stain at least out of my life? 
I know what I am, I know I have to die, I 
know you hate me, but please forgive me, 
Henry.” Her arms were held out all the 
while, and her eyes were full of tears. 
The minister shook his head. He did not 
dare to speak to her; he was afraid the old 
feelings would come back. 
There was something in his manner that 
told her there was no hope, so she did not beg 
again. She was now only the hopeless, des¬ 
perate, abandoned woman. 
“Yer won’t, eh?” she said with a wild 
laugh. “ Yer a pretty Parson, ain’t ye? 
Can’t do what ye preach others ter do. A 
pretty Parson! Yer all alike. I’m glad I ruin¬ 
ed ye; 1 wish I could do it again,” and with 
another wild burst of laughter she went down 
the passage, 
A moment later he saw her from his win¬ 
dow, walking with unsteady steps down the 
street, with the little girl holding her hand. 
The minister waited in his room till dinner 
was nearly ready. Then he went out in the 
sitting-room. Somehow, his own room seem¬ 
ed close and stifling. Quite a number of the 
boarders were gathered together, apparently 
discussing the sermon. Jim Foster consider¬ 
ed it his duty to communicate the views of 
the company to the little man. 
“Ye done well, Parson,” he said, as he 
brought his chair up to Mr. Grayling’s. “Ye 
done yerself proud, an’ set up a big thing, but 
I’ll tell ye one pint whar ye cud improve.” 
Jim was like iago, “ nothing if not critical.” 
“Ye don’t throw yerself nigh enough. Ye 
wanter wake up an’ pay fer yer lodgins. 
They wuz a Parson come up here last year, 
an’ he preached it off so that yer might hev 
played a game of cards on his coat-flaps. 
That is what tells, Parson.” 
Before the Parson, could digest this whole¬ 
some criticism, Mr. and Mrs McKelvey rushed 
in from the kitchen. 
“Tbey’s some trouble down town, boys,” 
said the landlady, “I 'av ’eered the crowd 
yellin’ and seen ’em running by. There they 
goes now.” 
Jim Foster ran to the door. Three men 
were running at full speed up the street. 
“What’s the row?” called Jim. 
One of the runners shouted back without 
stopping: “They’re havin’ some fun with 
Sarcy Sal; come on!” Jim and the rest caught 
up their hats, and ran at once for the scene, 
nearly tumbling over poor little Mamie who 
ran in at the door and crept into Mrs. McKel¬ 
vey’s arms. “ Mamma! Mamma!” she sobbed, 
as the good Englishwoman drew her up to 
her breast. 
The Rev. Mr. Grayling walked slowly back 
to his room, and took his hat from its nail. 
He then came back to where Mrs. McKelvey 
sat. 
(TO BE CONTINUED.) 
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AN OPEN QUESTION. 
IS HARRISON A DESCENDANT OF POCAHONTAS? 
It is popularly believed that President Har¬ 
rison is descended from Pocahontas and from 
the Parliamentary soldier and regicide Gen¬ 
eral Thomas Harrison, who was executed in 
1660. 
Pocahontas, daughter of Powhatan, mani¬ 
fested a friendliness for the early white set¬ 
tlers of Virginia when she was but a girl. 
The story of how she saved the life of Captain 
John Smith, who had been captured and con¬ 
demned to death by her father—how she, on 
several occasions, made known to the settlers 
their danger when about to be attacked—is 
well known to all acquainted with the early 
history of America. Her subsequent mar¬ 
riage with John Rolfe, an Englishman—her 
removal to England, where a son was born, 
from whom numerous wealthy families of 
Virginia claim descent—is the basis of the 
opinion that President Harrison is one of her 
descendants. 
Whether this be true or not it is, however, 
well-known that President Harrison is a de¬ 
scendant of a noted family, distinguished 
alike in peace and war. The name of Har¬ 
rison is already indelibly written upon the 
pages of American history, for General Wm. 
Henry Harrison—the ninth President of the 
United States—was the grandfather oi Gen. 
Ben. Harrison. 
The election of another member of the 
Harrison family is but another proof of the 
prevailing disposition of the public to return 
to healthy administration of public affairs so 
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Pocahontas during her life-long friendship 
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tributed much valuable information to the 
lor cabin home concerning the successful 
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treatment of disease and it matters little 
whether the alleged relationship between 
herself and the President be true or not for 
the name of Pocahontas is already immortal. 
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