Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1868-07-28

stead ana placed the family beyond
want. And then-he loves me-" sg
Phebe Morgan groaned. "He is a
man of the world, given up to its
pomps and vanities," she said. "HiS
raiment is Of fashionable cut. He
praises his God, not in his heart. but
on a strange instrument. He dances
to the sound of the fiddle, and min
giles with wine-bibbers and sinners.
1t behooves the, Patience, to look well
to thy ways, for thy feet stand on
slippery places. Eli Gardner is
steady man, whose principles thee
could rely upon, and who would be
acceptable to thy family" a- .bs
q shall never marry Eli Gardner"
Patience answered, firmly. a ~
"Thee is standing in thy own
light" said Phebe Morgan, in sharp,
rebuking tones. Il
at grieveS me to the heart, Pa,
tience, to think of thee joining the
worlds Vanity Fair and forgetting
the simplicity and spirituality of thy
fathers, Jane Wilson said sadly.
Patience turned from her Aunt
Phebe to her mother 1t was one of
Phebe Morgan'S trials that people
paid little heed to her advice. Her
sister Jane, with half her words,
welded double her power. Patience
Wilson looked at her mother, and in
low, fearful tones answered. "Thee
doesn't know what thee asks me to
give up when thee bids me dismiss
john Duane. ..r .-1 .-
Il know, my child" fell from the
mothers lips. when | was a girl
stood where thy feet stand"
eyes, thy mother is brand pluck
ed from the burning" broke out Phebe
Morgan.
Patience Wilson stood profoundly
/, medltative with white quivcring lips.
Where she stood her mother had stood
before her. The holy calm of that
mothers life mad grown out ol suffer-
ing and sacrifice. Patience Wilson's
mother sighed. Whatever sacrifice
her life had known she had found
some compensation i'll Abram Will
sons love but no such compensation
came to Patience.
II shall never marry Eli Gardner
, to the longest day [ livc," She said to
: her mother, months after she had
!, given up John Duane, and Jane Will
son recognized in her daughter a te-
nacity Of purpose that admitted Of
no compensation.
She was thinking of these things
= sitting in her tidy sitting-room the
following Sunday afternoon. She had
closed her Bible and laid off her spec.
room with mothers fond pride
Rehecca and The younger sisters were
: reading quietly, but Patience drum
med listIeSSly ou the window pane
/ with wearineSs in her face that was
painful to see III one SO young.
Hadn't thee better read the Re-
view p asked Aunt Phebe, from her
rocklng-chalr across the room.
Il was thinking d review" answer
ed Patience, out sue ceased her drum
ming, and let her hands fall idly in
her lap. .s
David, | am ashamed of thee, !"
exclaimed Aunt Phebe as David Will
son let the cat on the floor with its
paws tied up in papers. Read thy
book about that good little boy who
ought to be pattern to thee"
: "PShaw y" answered David, some
what irreverently. Ale died when
he was eight years old. Good little
boys in books always does. | say y
he added, rushing to the window,
'there goes Billy Duane. He has got
to go up to the Church. of the Holy
: Tooth-pick to pump the organ Tor
John. They've got 'Piscopal crab
to preach up there, and Billy says
he Is the .joIllest man to tell stories.
Thee needn't scold, Phebe, cause |
call him crab; that's his name. [
see it on letter-Rev. Harold Crab
be. They are going to have some
bully music up there tonight, cause
John is going up to practice chant,
and Billy has got to 60 and pump for
I him, Golly; wouldn't | like to hear
; him play | wish We had an organ
in our Westinghouse. don't see why
we don't, | say, mother y -g f.
! But Jane Wilson did not answer.
A great change had come over her,
The meekness had gone out of her
face. and Madonna sadness from her
eyes. Jane Wilson seemed to sit am-
ong her astonished children not the
woman who lived in perpetual calm,
but deeply stirred, and agitated with
uncomfortable emotion as5 oa -ssl
"JaneI' exclaimed Phebe Morgan
in deep, significant, and rebuking
tones. "Thee forgets thyself."
@Unfortunately,nI / remember" was
the deep, passionate answer, and for
a single instant there flashed into
Jane Wilson's eyes the spirit of re-
bellion that sometimes sat on Pa
tience's face. 1t was only an instant.
4 She glanced around the room on her
children's wondering faces, and with
the habit OF years upon her she put
away the new, STANCE mood, and sat
with her hands clasped over her BIZ.
bic, the sad eyed. Madonna faced wo-
man. 1Bl Hcy Hc-Iai N 5eH gs1
/ Patience Wilson that night crum.
pied In her hand a note. 1t was John
Duanes old plea presented for the
last time: 1AafI