The Transfiguration of Miss Philura Part 2

"G.o.d's purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower!"

sang the choir of the Innisfield Presbyterian Church one Sunday morning a month later. And Miss Philura Rice--as was afterward remarked--sang the words with such enthusiasm and earnestness that her high soprano soared quite above all the other voices in the choir, and this despite the fact that Miss Electa Pratt was putting forth her nasal contralto with more than wonted insistence.

The last-mentioned lady found the sermon--on the text, "Little children, love one another, for love is of G.o.d"--so extremely convincing, and her own subsequent spiritual state in such an agitated condition, that she took occasion to seek a private conversation with her pastor in his study on that same Sunday afternoon.

"I don't know _when_ I've been so wrought up!" declared Miss Pratt, with a preliminary display of immaculate handkerchief. "I cried _and cried_ after I got home from church this morning. Ma she sez to me, sez she, 'What ails you Lecty?' And I sez to ma, sez I, 'Ma, it was that _blessed_ sermon. I don't know _when_ I ever heard anything like it!

That dear pastor of ours is just ripening for a better world!'" Miss Electa paused a moment to shed copious tears over this statement. "It does seem to me, _dear_ Mr. Pettibone," she resumed, with a tender glance and a comprehensive sniff, "that you ain't looking as well as usual. I said so to Philura Rice as we was coming out of church, and I really hate to tell you how she answered me; only I feel as though it was my duty. 'Mr. Pettibone is perfectly well!' she says, and tossed those feathers of hers higher'n ever. Philura's awful worldly, I _do grieve_ to say--_if not worse_. I've been a-thinking for some time that it was my Christian duty (however painful) to tell you what Mis' Van Deuser, of Boston, said about----"

The Rev. Silas Pettibone frowned with awful dignity. He brought down his closed fist upon his open Bible with forensic force and suddenness.

"Miss Philura Rice," he said emphatically, "is one of the most spiritual--the most lovely and consistent--Christian characters it has ever been my privilege to know. Her faith and unworldliness are absolutely beyond the comprehension of--of--many of my flock. I must further tell you that I hope to have the great happiness of leading Miss Rice to the matrimonial altar in the near future."

Miss Electa Pratt sank back in her chair petrified with astonishment.

"Well, I _must say_!" she gasped. "And she was engaged to you _all this time_ and I never knew it!"

The Rev. Pettibone bent his eyes coldly upon his agitated paris.h.i.+oner.

"I am at a loss to comprehend your very strange comment, Miss Pratt," he said; "the engagement has been of such very short duration that I can not regard it as surprising that you should not have heard of it.

It--ah--took place only yesterday."

Miss Electa straightened her angular shoulders with a jerk. "Yesterday!"

she almost screamed. "Well! I can tell _you_ that Philura Rice told _me_ that she was engaged to be married more than three months ago!"

"You are certainly mistaken, madam," began the minister in a somewhat perturbed tone, which did not escape the notice of the now flushed and triumphant spinster.

"More than three months ago!" she repeated with incisive emphasis.

"_Now_ maybe you'll listen to me while I tell you what I know about Philura Rice!"

But the lady had reckoned without her host. The Rev. Silas arose to his feet with decision. "I certainly will _not_ listen to anything derogatory to Miss Rice," he said sternly. "She is my promised wife, you will remember." With that the prudent minister beat a hasty retreat, to entrench himself without apology or delay in the inner fastnesses of the parsonage.

Miss Electa rolled her greenish orbs about the chamber of learning with a thoughtful smile. "If Philura Rice ain't crazy," she said aloud; "an'

I guess she ain't far from it. She's told a wicked lie! In either case, it's my Christian duty to see this thing put a stop to!"

That evening after service Miss Philura, her modest cheeks dyed with painful blushes, confessed to her promised husband that she had indeed announced her intentions of matrimony some three months previous. "I wanted somebody to--to love me," she faltered; "somebody in particular, you know; and--and I asked G.o.d to give me--a--a husband. After I had asked, of course I _believed_ that _I had_. He--he was already in the encircling Good, you know, or I should not have wanted him! When Electa asked me point blank, what could I say without--without denying--_G.o.d_?"

The brave voice faltered more than once during this recital; and finally broke down altogether when the Rev. Silas Pettibone, his brown eyes s.h.i.+ning, exclaimed in joyful yet solemn tones, "and G.o.d sent me!"

The encircling Good was perfectly manifest at that moment in the shape of two strong arms. Miss Philura rested in them and was glad.

THE

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THE SANDALS

By REV. ZELOTES GRENELL. A beautiful little idyl of sacred story dealing with the sandals of Christ.

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By FLORENCE MORSE KINGSLEY. This clever story is based on the theory that every physical need and every desire of the human heart can be claimed and received from the "Encircling Good" by the true believer.

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