The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1859-08-27

when he saw the two delicate Quake,
girls step into bis fathers vcsseltof which
BY the way, he was chief mate, his heart
went cut with love as arden. as il was
hopeless. For that shea creature sc
ethcrealized, so free frcn the taint O,
co'amoH morals. so apparently 4. for the
society only Of angcls-sholld ever re-
tarn the love Of blunt sailor like him.
self. was almost beyond belief. Such
small service, therefore. as he could rende,
to this angelic being, he would be proud
and most happy to show. But in he,
presence; he felt that he must utter nc
word Of that spontaneous affection tina,
would have flowed out into words to az
ordinary mortal.
Partly, the young man had denied ths
mission of Mary Fisher to the shores o1
America. He had no doubt that it wa:
tosprcad the tenets other particular faith
No other object could have brought an
unprotected girl to an unknown country
presenting no induccmcnt to travellers ol
her sex, and boasting, as yet, of no bcaut,
save that of grand natural scenery.
OF Hope Clifton's object, he was no,
quite SO sure. She evidently loved and
reverenced Mary Fisher, aud he some.
times thought that Hope might be under
some great obligation to her. Beautiful,
indeed, was the love which the two girls
manifested for each other Without an
Iota OF expressed atfection-without the
fond clinging arms and carcssing lips
one might see that the love was as beau
tltul, as sincere and as tender, as that
which breaks out into words and kisses
As they stood there together, Abel
kempthorn hastencd back, fresh from
his mothers welcome. With perception
born of his love, he had been all along g con
vlnced that the Quakers had no friends
awaiting them--no place to 20 to in the
strange town they were entering and he
had whispered in his mothers ears an
earnest requst that she would allow him
to take them home.
The glad wife and mother, with all her
hapl mess flowing in upon her soul Ut IL e
return of her beloved oues, could not re
fuse her sons equest--although if the
truth must be told, she would rather have
granted any favor than to admit s,ran
gers while oserfowiug with joy at the
presence of her husband and son. But
Abe! had always been privileged child,
and she would not contradict him now :;
and she ali.hted from the carriage aud
| followed her son, enforcing his invitation
aud urging them to ride home with her.
Captain kempthorn had already invited
them so it was decided at once.
! Mrs. kempthorn was kind and moth
crly woman, and the friendless girls at
first attached her strongest sympathy -
She soon found, however, that Mary Fish
/ had spirit that could sustain itself alone
She had come as a missionary, aud her
missionary spirit feared neither hard
ships, privations, nor enemies. She
brought out the books of her faith, and
distributed them broadcast in the town
of Boston, to which her steps were every
! morning directed.
Mary rcsolutely refused to stay with
. the kempthorns, without rcmnacrating
them for the home they had provided
her and her friend. Abel's eyes told
how much he wished them to stay, and
by this time Hope Clifton knew that the
youth was more to he" than any other
being had ever been Mary complaned
10 Hope that she was reiniss in many of
her duties ; but Mary did not read the
solution of Hopes carelessness for long
tine When she did, it was with all
outbreak of distress that, from one SO ha
btualiy calm as Mary Fisher, seemed
like drawing water from the rock
"Thee knows not what thee is doing"
she said, when her emotion would let
her speak. "Thee is preparing great
gulf between thee and thy friends The
youth is we'll enough, and has treated
US kindly; but thee must remember,
Hope, what my father said to thee about
strange gods. And truly, now | think
of it, thee has way, latel y, Of pushing
thy bonnet off thy face, which is un-
seemingly"
"Nay, Mary, thee scest that which is
not. The air is warm, and / am con-
strained to let my cheeks COOL possible.
The air is burning even now"
And Hope looked the personifcation
of her words---for close to the open win
dow, Abel stood in the little flower gar
den and heard al they had said Turn
ing to hide her bushes, Hope caught
sight of him. True, his name had not
been mentioned; but enough had drop
ped to tell him who was meant, and from
,..,'is moment, the young sailor knew that
tbenc.,forth his soul and that of Hope
Clifton void be one and inaivisible.
A thrill of 10y ran through him at the
thought; but it was checked ~ the re-
fection that his family would b. grieyed,
and public opinion offended, at MS ehoos
ing wife from people prescribed by
the Puritan prejudices of the day He
walked more slowly down the gravel path,
and bis heartebounded less lightly Aud
yet what had he to do with public opin-
ion ? His father and mother had shell
terd ard loved the unprotected girls and
although no questions were asked, and
no motive or object explained by Mary
Fisher, still Abel knew they must be
aware of the work she was performing in
Boston.
lie leaned over the gate in a reflective
mood, unheeding any one who passed,
until he vas struck Iii ightly on the shcul-
der, aud his name spoken by a familiar
voice.
"Asleep, Abel?" said the cheery tones
of a neishbor. care you thinking how
to dispose of your contraband goods in
the house yonder, that you look SO sober"
/" Con'raband goods, Mr.. stillman !?
What do you mean, sir 7" asked Abel,
fercely.
40, don't fare up 50, Abel. / ,lou't
mean coffee or sugar, but the pieces Of
drab satin which your father has Snug
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