The meeting closed with the doxology. Father Ferrill and the Reverend Dr. Normander went out arm in arm--and the miraculous happened! The overgrown boy who shouted "Keeo! Let's dump 'em in the river," was sitting in his express wagon under the strong light of the street lamp. As soon as he saw the clergymen, he called out: "A miracle, Father Ferrill! Explosives unguarded, Dr. Normander! Shortest way out of Fourth of July racket! I would like to know the sense of this meeting. Will it have sense enough to order me to drive on to the river? I'd like to drive on. Will the folks surround me? I'd like to be surrounded. Will they help me dump this patriotic stuff into the river? I'd like to be helped." Father Ferrill went to the lad and spoke to him in a low tone of voice, after which he rose up in his seat. The lamp flared full in his face. He raised his eyes and made the sign of the cross. "This is the sign that his words are true," said Father Ferrill turning to the crowd. "It would seem that miraculous things do happen even in these sinful days. The logic of it is this (You see I understand that the real Yankee always wants a reason for everything): When a very important matter agitates the community, no knowing where the wave will end or what it will bring back to us. It is then that a miracle happens. Dr. Normander wished for a miracle and something very like it has happened. The history of it is this: This lad through whom the so-called miracle has come, was the foster child of Captain Dan Solomon, who was killed several years ago by the bursting of a cannon on Schwarmer Hill. He has always thought that Schwarmer was to blame for that accident. He had an order from him this afternoon to deliver the Fourth of July goods at his mansion on the Hill. He stopped in to this meeting on his way to the train. When Dr. Normander expressed a desire to get his eye on those explosives he hastened out. Now he is here with the atrocious things and has given me the bill to read for your enlightenment: 200 boxes of firecrackers (common) 100 " " " (giant) 100 " " blank cartridges 50 " " Toy pistols Express Agents please handle with care. J. E. SCHWARMER." "Yes! yes! We'll handle them with care--on to the river!" shouted a chorus of voices. "Where's the President?" asked Father Ferrill. "Inside with the aldermen;" cried Ralph, "but we need not wait for him. We will go on at once. He will approve. He believes in the people. He sings a song about them. Come on Dick Solomon! Come on everybody! I will sing his song for you while we go." He burst forth in a beautiful tenor voice: "O I'm a man without a party--a free untrammeled soul! An undivided atom, within a mighty whole! I believe in all the people; in them we shall be blest, It is through the common people we shall find the promised rest."