Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1864-02-03
THE EVENING STAR.
THE uvAKEn LOVERS.
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pleased father was, looking out at me from un-
der his eS eoroWs t9 make sure ss heard st
meek and quiet spirit" and similar themes,
very SWEET and solemn. The sentences drip
ped one after another from his lips like the fra
grant honey OF Hymettres but the mono'ony
somehow reminded me more Of a row OF heavy
sugar pIumss all of a size and strung on
thread. i was in awe OF so much saneHy'
We had surely been enter tanning an anger una
81 did not know before that thee was speak.
en- job, said my father, sna ~ Is. me yoang
at is gift OF the spirit, said Job, meekly,
and as be as not moved 70 any farther remarks
there fell a silence upon US all hze .sa< ID
Ieaw how it was job had nothing to say
unless he harangued; no crackers. squibs, tor
pedoes and small shot, nothing but solid bull
lets, which are hardly convenient for common
use. We held little conversation with him,
but as time passed on the number of sermons
we heard was trnly edffying. Somehow his
opinion never cfashed with fathers or mine.
had q large share Of TACT Now I am a patriot,
trust, and SO is father. There's not drop of
blood in our hearts that doesn't throb like q
drum when our country is mentioned. Job
said he was ss glad We felt to uphold the war
even though the Friends in general might
censure us. He had fully decided to enlist at
The next CALI We were always commanded
to resist into blood striving against SIM
declare my heart was aglow with enthusiasm
to hear him speak SO warmly. His daily walk
and conversation might be unmitigated prose,
on fire, and almost believed him a poet some.
times, family reminding me of our own Whit
tier. Father, seeing other phases Of his char
acter, thought he had decided business turn.
But poet or man of the world, whichever he
might be, we did not become acquainted; I
think it was his eyes which held me under
spell
weeks, I" what does this mean! thought this
man WIS thrown up North here almost by &C.
cident They say that " hate yer goes up mu st
come down again. but see no signs of his
grayitaing an inch Not word yet about 60
ing home" -
Aunt Filura smiled meanngly.
What an innocent dove you are, said she.
w hen was young, girls didn't put on such
artless airs and pretended ignorance, seems to
me-" ....-....E a.. .... g." r. MI.
what can thee mean, dear auntie Thee
81 say nothing" replied Aunt FiIura; you
mustn't look so wild, dear, for it sets my heart
TO beating"
"He, that man, Job Dean, isn't thinking of
NE for a-wire y
Aunt Filura said nothing for the space of
minute, while 1 heard the heavy throbbing of
somebody's heart-not hers
IL m a silly old lady, dear, and You mustn't
hintsd no such thing to me-and if you 60 and
tell your father what have said shall take it
hard. Raehelr'
WHY. auntie,n said 1, soothingly. ssthee
hasn't said word. Father is solemn, al
ways thinking Of eternity il never came into
his head that 1 should marry. He doesn't be-
lieve in love. I've heard him say the Bible
doesn't encourage romantic notions"
DWELL, don't know what you called love-
said Aunt Filura, with unus ual energy, "Tye
always took it he loved your poor mother bet
ter than his own soul, for he perJ"red himself TO
get her ~ asa .rs g. r------- ID
I sprang from my chair in horror
+" You'n scare me out of my wits, Rachel.
You keep me a talking, and say things that
hadn't ought To be said didn't mean SO bad
as perjury; but there was a slick little uaker-
ess he'd ought TO have married, If Ia hadn't
lsny nnf and, han h..
Quakeress broke her heart to Offset. Not to
say she died on the spot, you know. 1t amt
saying either that she didn't marry somebody
else, but her heart wasn't in it. She was this
Jobs mother; her husband was Dean
sWhy, aunt Filura, does thee know this to
be factp'
mp stories! Don't you never let on TO your faith
er about it. He's been a suffering man, and
your poor mother, too I've always cilculat-
ed to tell You the story when you was old
enough; but shouldn't have said word for
a year or two yet, if You hadn't fairly scared
it out of me. It's no more'n just for you to
know that good deal of money has gone for
Jobs schooling. Not but that your fathers in
the right TO make up for his errors don't you
say so, dear You see Jobs father has second
wife, and quite family and he's said to be
shifty minded man without any great facul-
ty. But Job is quite a likely fellow and bids
fair to do well, / should Think $40 i
There was ap upward slide in Aunt Filura's
tone, in yiting an answer. had none to make.
/ was thinking OF Abraham and isaac. When
the Lord Told Abraham to offer up. his little
son--did he finch If my father should fancy
that his daughter was asked in sacrifice, was
he q man to hesitate s5
1 couldn't well be blind after this, and con-
Tess did see, day after day, stronger proofs
that in Jobs heart, or mind at any rate, the
tide was setting in strongly toward declar-
alton.
But when it came at last was surprised,
fattered, too, perhaps by his eagerness, though
with such tumuH of feelings surging at my
heart that could not tell which was upper
most. Iwanted time to think. ...-.--
81 will wait on thee with patience" said Job.
Thee must commune with thine own heart
and the Spirit. But Rachel, believe that 1 love
thee beyond my power Of telling, and have had
thy fathers sanction from the first would
serve for thee as long as Jacob did for thy
namesake, but shall never love another
woman, thee may mark my words, Rachel"
For Job Dean to say all this, and ten times
more, was as great marvel as if a stone had
cried ont. There was faint far .offecho away
down in my heart had its chords been touched
by their master
/ remember how gazed in the glass that az
ternoon. Had Job ever noticed that my eyes
were as blue and bright as forget-me. nots But
no, he would only have cautioned me TO turn
them away from beholding vanities, for Job
was sanity man, unmoFed by beauty. How
the massive black hair rippled down my neck
hair the Irish call it, laughing like quick
brook ruffied by breezes. Why shouldn't it
curl! 1t wanted to. l caught these wilful
tresses of my mother. Ii she had Ii we'd, would
they have been tortured into straight lines /!
Should have married in the meeting % 1t
was good 10 be Quaker, but weren't there
people who loved God, yet didn't wear drab
i wondered who lived in the great world. Its
poets had read in books, its young men I
scarcely knew. There was DIR. Ehrmann, the
best person in his existence, but not young
man, thirty five at least. Weren't there 9TH
er people one might meet in all ones life ex-
cept preaching friends and old bachelors ~
Patience Allen stayed with US to tea that
evening. She seemed fairer than ever with
her dainty, pretty ways, not awed or stiffeped
by my unsocial friend job not she, She
could act herself before him, while continual.
ly felt like pine tree trying to personate a
grape. vine, ill at ease and afraid of his yiglant
eyes.
JOB watched Patience with pleasure she pro-
yoked b i'm into broad smiles. .
" These are the women men admire, y thought
j, "and verify 1 cannot wonder" why
shouldn't Job have fancied her rather tn an me!
They happened 70 be tracing maps together,
and now andthen there came 8 little peal of
Laughter from the rosy lips OF Patience, which
Job always echoed family, but if he had been
ting cling with merriment to the ends Of his fin
gers, he couldn't have laughed heartily--it
wasn't in him =, T .
By.and-by DR. Ehrmann came TO walk home
with Patience. He talked to me with great