Gulf and Glacier

the baby city of the Northwest." They were in a ba

n by that, sir?"

tion of over fifteen thousand. Six years ago to-day there was a d

er?" asked Tom, anxious to s

house but one was destroyed by fire. Now it is one of the

put in Fred, "that there is a regular line of ste

s are these, drive

id the driver, who proved to be a V

early days of the city these magnificent trees were often ruthlessly destroyed, merely to get them out of the way. At last the city authori

ers could catch glimpses of the broad Pacific, true to its

r, and the six hours' moonlight sail that followed wa

ed away on every side, broken only by wooded islands and the jutting promontories of Vancouver's;

ops" songs over and over, the music ad

ugh the noisy crowd of hackmen to the carriages reserved for their party, a

piece of s

e woman who asked the question, loo

fields that border the way. Presently they reached a pretty cottage almost hidden from sight by a mass of climbing honeysuc

pansies attracte

ppose they wou

Ma" upon the little piazza, beaming with hospi

Englishman, and earned his living from his garden, which he was just watering. He took especial pride in his fuchsias, which grew in lovely abun

at bunch of pansies. The little saleswoman then added a stalk of gillyflower

in her dress until she was out of sight, "so as not to hurt M

inese quarter of the city, in compan

snap" it, but the parents said "No," and could not be moved to relent, though they did

id naval station of Esquimault, where the Pacifi

nterested in her great cannon, throwing a three hundred pound ball, her massive machinery, and her vicious-looking steel torpedoes, which run under water, and are guided by an el

ship Queen, which was waiting to bear them northward to the rugged coast,

at Harvard, Tom talking eagerly with his father, whose arm he took as they went to and fro, or paused to look out over the quiet waters, or the twinkling lights of Victori

hat the Queen had begun her voyage. Hastily they dressed, and emerged one

n either side; across open stretches of the blue Pacific, whose great waves rocked them gently;

howed their glistening backs above water, raced beside the ship, and threw themselves out into the sunlight. Eagles winged their way from shore to shore, and ducks paddle

all the excursionists assembling and joining in the hymns. The afternoon passed quietly, many of the pass

l-house. Never before did the old church tunes sound so sweetly. At nine o'clock th

silence. When two bells were struck, Mr. Perci

sked Bess, who was nest

, and then of an odd little affair in a Ma

ied two or three voices at

-telling circle," said Mr. Percival after a moment's pause; "but as it's all about a church,

"Do give us the story. I've heard you tell it

arm is thrown over Bessie's shoulder as she leans against him, the little injured foot on a camp-stool before her. Mr. Selborne, quiet and grave, with rather a thin face, but fine dark eyes and firm mouth under a brown mustache, comes next. Kittie and Tom are seated on the bench

d the west, where the wooded islands throw

heels, mingled with the low whispers of wind a

slender-winged gulls, or a single eagle swe

at followed in Mr. Percival's exact words; or to reproduce the kindly twinkle of his eye a

OF THE CRA

l's brazen sides. But when the clapper began to swing, and gave one timid touch to the smooth inner surface of its small cell, the flaw made itself known, and as the strokes grew louder and angrier, the dissonance so clattered and battered against the ears of the parish, that after two years' patient endurance of this infliction

s founder, to ring such a bell. It was the laughing-stock of the village, he added, and its flat

tried, condemned and sentenced; and more than one face showed its relief as good old Dr. Manson, the p

his people, "that you will all make more than usual

hat they arrived at the meeting-house a good while before the opening hymn. Dr. Manson was gratified, the village wits were put down, and the old bell hung peacefully in the belfry over the attentive w

ound of a clear-toned bell floating down from the summer sky, or sending its sweet echoes vibra

had a bit of gossip while they waited for the rustle within which announced the completion of the pastor's long opening prayer. It became a rare occurrence for all to be actually settled in the

d, Christian Soldier," followed by one brief, earnest prayer or exhortation after another, in quick succession, in these later days it was quite different. It was quite difficult to carry the first hymn through, as there were rarely enough good singers present to sustain the air. Now it was the pianist who was lat

nd the sensitive and nervous clutched shawl fringes and coat buttons in agonized fidgets. The meetings became so dull and heavy that slight excuses were sufficient to detain easy-going members at home, especiall

Fairweather, shaking his head sadly, as they trudged home from afternoon servic

s Squire Radbourne, now. Everybody knows he sets up Sunday evenin's and works on his

con. "And Brother Langworth hasn't been

side by side, talking eagerly, the banks of golden-rod beside them, the blue sky and fleecy clouds

age, or a combination of all these causes, had sunk down upon his bed helplessly, on his return from the little white meeting-house the afte

criticised now remembered Dr. Manson's palmy days, when teams came driving in from Penfield Center, "The Hollow

ft they felt it to be-and take steps for an immediate supply during the vacancy of the pulpit. Two m

h, in a regularly called and organized meeting, was given to understand that a new minister wa

winning smile, the congregation began to love him before he was half through his first sermon. His sweet-faced little wife made friends with a dozen people b

th Penfield meeting-house, feeling very humble and very thankful in the face of his new dutie

r another came trooping in, muffled to the ears, and moved dem

windows, and rested upon gray hair and brown, on figures bowed with grief and age, on restless,

gs of his prayer, he could not help hearing the noise of heavy boots in the meeting-house entry, stamping the s

rd that it went directly to the hearts of the people, h

er Fairweather. What was the matter?" he

is, sir, there

etically. "There's a bell up there, but it got so cracked

old Olsen's

gone without this

' two or three

funerals,

lin'-he was master fond o' hearing that bell, fust along-but there, it couldn't be helped. Public opinion was agai

e, half-amused, half-pained. He changed the subject, and went among his p

house again. The sexton was asleep in one of the pews. He was roused by a summons

d incredulously. "W-why, si

Harold, with his pleasant smile. "Le

prayer meetings, as well as S

ld air, and pointed helplessly to a hole in the ceil

e boys couldn't get it," he chattered. "D-d

d gone, and presently returned with a long, heavy bench, wh

nscientious misgivings as to the propriety of his assisti

y down came the knotted end of the rope. "Now

stonished bell; and there stood poor Mr. Bedlow with about three yards of detached rope in his

expostulated

r and was regarding these unwonted proceedings with round-eyed astonishment; "won't you run over t

ash, his curiosity exci

ed pretty Olga Olsen, hurrying

got Mr. Bedlow-in the entry-an' h

ement he tore out of the ho

th Penfield were astounded by hearing a

hundred voices at once, in as many families. "D

the morning's. Harold noted it with quiet satisfaction, and

subject in all their thoughts, speaking in no flippant or jesting tone, bu

ect consequence of the omission of those chimes which to us and our fathers have always spoken but one blessed word-'Come!' I believe," he continued, looking about over the kindly faces before him, "I believe you agree with me that something should be done. Don't think me too hasty or presuming in my new pastorate, if I add that it seems to me vitally important to take action at once. Our bell is

l did its quavering best for a full twenty minutes before the hour appointed,

ce of conscience to the parish. Prayer meetings once more began sharp on the hour, and proceeded with old-time vigor. The interest spread until a rea

knock was heard at the parsonage, and lo, at the hastily opened door stood Squir

ve next Sunday go by without a new bell on the meeting-house. We must have some good hearty chimes on that morning, sure; it'

laid down before the delighted

selected a bell at a foundry a hundred miles aw

. "It's right on my way-or near enough.

rough the deepening drifts an

ents in the entry, the light appeared in the belfry, and a little later, one queer, flat, brassy note, uncommonly like the voice of the cracked bell, rang out on the night air. Then there was absolute silence; a

es fell on their ears! They hastened to the church; they pointed to the belfr

rusty, cracked bell that rested, silent, on the church floor; and as they looked, and even passed their hands lovingly over its worn side