The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-10-11

twenty-of course they could not be strict
" accurate in this matter.
Bales of India mating were unrolled
in the dooryard-crates of beautiful Chi
ma unpacked in the plazza-sofas and
chairs crept out from their rough travel
ing cases, displaying all the beauty of
rosewood and damask, until finally by aid
of all these means and appliances to boot
Mrs. Norton and her daughter were pro-
nounced very genteet-but-
But | wonder what they are! said Mrs
Humphreys to the deacon, as talking over
these secular matters she handed him his
second cup Of coffee.
| Not that the old lady had any doubt of
| their being bona tide flesh and blood; nei-
ther did she believe they were witches or
fairies who had taken up their abode at
Silver-Fall Il acO..der aOhat they are!'
must therefore be interpreted as Il ,oOnder
aohat chsrch they attend,' or 'aohat creed
they profess"
The deacon shook his head and looked
solemn.
1T is to be hoped continued Mrs.
Humahreys, complacently stirring the
coffee, 'that at her period of life Mrs.
Norton may be professor of some kind.
The deacon dropped his knife and fork
he was shocked-astounded.
'I am surprised to hear you speak thus
lightly, Mrs. Humphreys-a professor
| Of some kind! Is it not better that she
should rest in her sins, than to be walk
ing in the footsteps of error-a professor
Of some kind! Wife-wife-you forget
yourself!' exclaimed the deacon.
Il spoke thoughtlessly, [ acknowledge
answered Mrs. Humphreys, much confu
sed at the stern rebuke of her husband. Il
meant to say, hoped she had found a
pardon for her SINS
Have you forgotten that you are pa
rent9 continued the deacon, solemnly.-
Can you suffer the ears of your daughter
to drink in such poison! II professor Of
some kind! Naomi, my child!' placing
'his hand on the sunny head before him,
| beware how you listen to such octrine;
there is but one true faith-there is but
one by which you can be saved. Go to
your chamber, and pray you may not be
led into error through your mothers words
of follyr
But there were others at Grassmere
more aniouxly wondering, like good Mrs.
Humphreys, 'Uhat they Were,' ere they
so far committed themselves as to call up
on the strangers. Sunday, however, was
close at hand; Mrs. Norton's choice of a
church was to determine them the choice
of her acquaintance.
Does the reader think the inhabitants
of Grassmere peculiar! l think not. There
are very many just such people not a
hundred rods from our own doors.
Unfortunately, on Sunday the rain pour
! cd down in forraptS Notbinn loco in, nor
vious than strong cowhide boots-India-
rubber overcoats, and thick cotton umbrel-
las, could go to meeting, consequently,
Mrs. Norton staid at home, and on Mon
day afternoon, after the washing was done,
and the deacon had turned the well satu-
rated hay, Mrs Humphreys put on her
black silk gown and mantilla, her plain
straw bonnet, with white trimmings, and
walked over with her husband to Silver
Fall cottage. As the widow rented her
house of them, they could not in decency.
they reasoned, longer defer calling upon
her.
A glance within the cottage would cor.
vince any one that Mrs. Norton and Grace
were at least persons of Recommendation
there is as much character displayed in the
arrangement of room as in the choice of
i book
Cream colored mattins, and window
curtains of transparent lace, relieved by
hanglngs of pale sea green silk, impaired
a look of delicious GOODNESS to the apart
ment. There was no display of gaudy
furniture, as if a cabinet Warehouse haC
been taken on speculation-yet there wa:
enough for comfort and even elegance; no
was there any over exhibition of painting
! -one of Coles beautiful landscapes, ant
a few other gems of native talent were all
nor were the tables freighted as the coun
ter of a toy shop; the only ornament O
each was beautiful vase of Bohemian
glass, filled with fresh garden flowers
whose tasteful arrangement even fairy
hands could not have rivaled.
The few moments they were awaitin.
the entrance of Mrs. Norton were employ
ed by Mrs. Humphreys in taking rapi'
survey deall these surroundings, the resul
of which was to impress her with sor
of awe for the mistress of this little realm
My stars!' said she, casting her eyes t
I the right and left, half rising from the lux
1 urious couch TO peep into one corner, an
almost breaking her neck to look into an
other, my stars, deacon if this don't bea
all ever did see!'
: But the deacon, with an air worthy OF
I funeral, shook his head, closed his eve.
3 and muttered,