Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-04-10

you, Philip. Good bye
Let us pass over a space of six years
that followed the date Of the last letter.
1t IS the afternoon of an August Sun
day in one of the most quiet, and retired
portions Of County, among the
Highlands. The day had been oppress-
lively warm, and the air is sultry, Civ
ing indications of the coming of thunder
storms
The little church Of stood at the
very entrance of the mountain glen, where
the brook, after dashing down rocks for half
a mile, flows peacefully out into the mead
ow lands.
The church stands among trees, which
shade the peaceful groves that aie around
it, and which darken the windows even at
midday, so thick and heavy is their foliage.
The building itself is old The oak tim
bers that were never covered nor painted,
are somewhat worm eaten, but very curious
and ancient in appearance, and the entire
aspect of the interior of the church is that of
old times.
In one of the large square pews, around
which are curtains that exclude the vision
of neighbors and even of the clergyman
himself,t two ladies, strangers in the village
sitting with bowed heads, waiting the COM
mencement of the afternoon service The
village has been not unfrequently the re-
sort of invalids from tho city, and one of
these ladies is of this class. The other her
niece, young and very beautiful woman,
in the perfection of health, has accompan-
led her for the sake Of companionship.
There was a STRANGE fascination to the
younger lady in the voice of the clergyman.
1t was singularlv musical in the ears of the
stranger, but to her there was something
more than she could describe in its power.
At the first sound of his voice she sprano
from her seat and locke d toward him. But
The obscurity of the coming storm darken-
ed the church, and she sought in vain to
recognise his features. 1t was a familiar
voice, and yet she could not place it. She
had heard one like it. The service pro-
ceeded, and she sat in the corner of the
pew and buried her face in her hands, and
seemed to be sleeping.
But she was not sleeping. There was
tempest in the mind of the proud and ele-
giant lady sitting in the little up-country
church, her face hidden from her compan-
ion.
The sermon was Oh the pomp and vanity
of the world. 1t was strange to hear the
young clergyman preaching on such sub
ject to his little congregation in that retir-
ed village. What temptations had the
world to such villagers and livers among
the hills. If they ascended the highest
peak OF the mountains. they could but dim
ly discern the smoke of a large town. But
few of their young people had ever seen it.
And yet the temptations of the world had
entered that hamlet, and the clergyman was
as eloquent to them in simple, strong Ian
guage, as was the great Augustine in his
denunciationS of sin.
/ After the service was out, the ladies left
their pew, aud stood for few moments with
their wells drawn over their faces. while the
congregation passed out.
And then the clergyman came down the
aisle, and as he passed the first pew he
opened it, and a young, slender, but very
beautiful lady took his arm and walked
slowly with him, leaning heavily on him
for support.
They passed the door where the ladies
stood, and he bowed politely The elder
lady returned the bow. The younger lady
looked steadfastly in the face of the lady on
his arm, and when she had passed, turned
rapidly to her aunt and said: Ask some
one who that lady is
The question was put to parishoner,
who replied, wondering that any body
could be SO ignorant, 1T is Mrs. Winslow;
the minister's wife,
She is ILL.,.
Yes, 'am-yes-she is dying. poor
lady!'
Dying! and witt whatY
Consumption, maam. They have on
" been married few weeks She is the
daughter of Mr.. Green, the richest man
in the country.
So Mary Pierson learned that Phillip
Winslow was married. But she did not
learn all that day. The landlady of the
village inn was communicative at the table
on Monday morning and what with her
story, and Mary's knowledge of his char
acier, she learned the true history well
enough to satisfy herself. We who know
more of it can relate it briefly.
He had been the constant visitor at the
house of Mr.. Green, ever welcome. and es,
pecially to Susan the only chill of tbo