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Show 114 BY PATH AND TRAIL. man of God. Yes, and many a time, too, when sickness entered the home or when trouble came to some one of the family, might you see an anxious wife or trembling mother kneeling before the tabernacle, who had stolen away from the noise and distractions of home, and had come unto the altar of God to pray for herself and her loved ones. To these honest souls their church was as necessary as their sleeping rooms or their kitchens and was used as much. When it was blown down they felt the want of it as much as they did that of their own houses. The church was always open and they came and went when and as often as they liked. Surely it was their church and they made good use of it. I remember well the day I came down from the Sier-etta mountains and was passing on foot through the little city of Aguas Coloradas, the church of which was well worth seeing. I had my camera and field glasses hang ing from my shoulders, some few samples in a canvas bag, was wearing a suit of rough khaki and was not alto gether the figure for the inside of a church. " What shall I do with these things? " I said to my guide. " Put them down here on the church steps/' said he. Now these church steps projected into the market place, which at that time was full of all sorts of rough-looking people. I laughed and said, < T I had much rather not put such a temptation in the way of Mexican hon esty." " Well," answered my guide, " there is no doubt that the people of Aguas Coloradas are the greatest rogues unhung" ( he belonged himself to a neighboring parish, and like all members of little communities was narrow enough to be jealous of his neighbor's prosperity), |