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Show j HE HAS HEARD 8 g By GRACE R. OLIN. j (9. Hit, by MoClvr Niwtptptr 37nlct.) "llcnutlful, ain't they, IHratnr The cowl between Mr. Thomas Graham's ejcs disappeared for the moment. "Womlerfnl. ain't It uow, how these oniif lu. life again In the syrlngtimer lie patted Hie llower box, frsRrani i-Hltll bright blossoms n he spoVe. J "They are lovely. Tom; lovely In-deed," In-deed," the 'other man answered. He CHine quite close nml jiut his liiiiul on Graham' shoulder, studying hlni for a moment from uniler his bushy brows. "You're coming to church tomorrow, aren't you, Toml" he'nukeil, abniptly. Instnnlly the frown returned to th other man' face; lie drew hack a btt mlllly. angrily. "No," he answered, steadily. "I In't." "And, u lint's more," he continued. "It's no use to keep asking me, and asking me. because I'm never going again. I'm ulwuya glad to aee you. lllrnm, but when yon come at Deacon Dea-con Hiram Rrnwn, paw thN house p. will you. and I'll be obllge.il to your "Torn, you've got to listen to me for a second. I ought to be mail at you, but I'm. not. We, all ought to be nind at you. but we're.'not. But I'm going to tell you something (he rest of them are afraid to (ell you. "Tou've turned sour, Tom. sour Trouble has vlsllod your household, and you've gone down under It. Why. don't you know 'that trouble ba conic to us all In the little vlllngt and we've bad to bear It? "YouVe not the only one who ha a boy asleep oniewhero In France. Shame on you, Tom (Irnlinm; you re- Jolce beciui'c your plants, seemingly" dead. lire alive., and you won't apply tin; same truth to your boy. The Vte beneath the iimn'H band swung open softly Hi he turned to go. but again he pnuoed. "Tom," he added, earnestly, "do you remember when the boys were kids and when Easier morning came, their ahlnlug. faces In the choir? Do you remember the lump Hint came In our throats- as they sang? -He's sinking In n choir today, you' boy. and my boy. Don't tet bitterness keep nnwaj from God's house.' Tom." The gate clicked after him. "If you ure coining tomorrow, call Hie up. Tom; we want an extra usher. Don't let your wife come alone." lie passed his build 'wearily nerns lila forehead. As If for the first time lie saw the gentle patient figure of a woman, the boy's mother, ns she Ok -went serenely about her dally task. ' Why, only this morning she bad told him. 'Tom, you'll be coining to church" with me tomorrow morning, It' Kaster, dear." And ho had angered a bit le-s Krullly than be hud answered Hiram: '.'I'm not agoing, Lizzie; It Isn't Kaster to me." Aud the woman auswered gently. .Some day, dear, when you feel that ott are xtrong enough, read Ihe lull's last letter. You have never felt that you could do so. Some day you will, aud when that time comes, you will (Ind It under the Bible." He arose suddenly and entered the bouse. "Mw.le." he allied, gently, but no iitiswer enmo save the tick of the grent clock on the wall. "Lizzie," he called again, and then stopped short on the threshold. In a low rocker by , the window bat 11 woman. The man's great hand closed over her fral,t little one as silently he took the letter from her fond clasp, and I he read: . , " "Dearest Mother and Dnil Uaster day lu the trenches.-' And" some of the boys were singing, aud It made me think of home, and those Rasters long ago when we nil got iip so early In thcA morning. And you, f Mother, crabbed my face and ears tUl'thoy' actually sljone. I can see your hat, ' bright with flowers, and Dud's smiling smil-ing face lis he ushered the people. Hut oh I Mother, most flf-nll.1 fan bear the nntheni we sung, for by a xtrnnge coincidence that's what the boys wen singing.. thU mornlag; Awake, thou Ibat leepest.;. - . ; "A bit of 11 solemn thought pe'r-baps pe'r-baps for nie, but I thought of the long rows 'of crosses, and I said to mvai.if i ., know the fellows lying nsleep hoo heard that anthem and they nre awoke, Indeed.' "And so, dear folks, If ,1 should never corno back, I say If 1 shouldn't, at Easter time when you go to the service and they slug the dear old anlhem, snillo and say to yourselves, Tom henrd the message,' for I .shall, Mother. I shall." The letter fell from the man's rtv trembling fingers. I ulAtr.lv," he whispered, his face was fjW wet with tears, but his eyes were ( shining like stars. "Lizzie, oh! my dear, Is It too late to get some daisies, and popples, and buttercups, mid trim up your lint a bit for tomdrrnw? You know the boy loved tiowers so. And Lizzie. I'll Just atep oter to Hiram Brown's and tell him I'll usher, ho needs another num." The church wivs thronged, nml In . - the midst, u Iciise old man nml u plul.-v becked old ludy sat hand In bayd, and their faces were glorified. And clear, exultant rosu the words of the anthem, 'Awnko thou that sleep-set," sleep-set," And fito great gold yross1 gbt terlng through the Mien flushed back tlte answer i "lie has heard," r i j ' |