The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1868-07-24
"Nothing In the worid is single,
All things by . Law divine
In one snother's being mlngle,
Why not I with thine ~

me deeply" Patience answered., and hum
med the air the Others had Just dropped.
"Bravo ?" exclaimed Susie Duane. "You
must have good ear"
"Sho has n quick appropriation, and q
fine ear" added John Duane, joining them
ut Is great pity Miss Patience couldn'
have some musical education. l should
like to teach you music" he said earnestly
turning to her. .g-,. ....
ut would be hard labor" said Patience
in reply.
"A labor oflove," whispered John Du'
nne, drawing her arm In his, and leading
her away from the crowd.
Aunt Phebe opened tho door for hel
neice that night. Patience had forgotten
the c,,rls on her forehead and the berries
in her hair. With that light in her eye she
might have been excused had she forgotten
much more.
"Dil Eli Gardner como home with tlleeT
asked Aunt Phebe. .. t.. -.
"No," Patience answered, and moved
forward. 'r .. ...r-.r
.Thee didn't come alone ?" Aunt Phebe
said. looking nnxio,isly after her. h.
"No. John Duane came home with
me-" Patience replied going up the s,nirs,
"John Duane! A man Of tho world. Civ.
en- IN to the vnnilies Of tho flesh!" Phebe
Morgan groaned. burdened in spirit for her
sister James Child
Patience Wilson Mt her daily work the
following morning humned the air and
smiIngly repeated to herself the argument
Of the song: .H
:, "Nothing In the void 10 single,
- All things by q Law divine
In one another's being mlnglc.
Why not with timer
"Pa,ience, I wish thee wouldn't sing
chil,d Aunt Phebc. tit sounds 30 trifiing
and frivolous"
Pa,ience's song WINS checked. but the
new light her eyes had brought from Eagle
Cliff the night before did not die, and hei
step was ns ifshe trod on air.
81 never saw such hQity toiiy ways
Aunt PIlebe said 10 Pstence's mother
"She makes me think OF some wild thing
fairly let loose. 1t all comes Of letting her
10 outsids Of her own Society. ] always
knew il would make mischief, Jane. Thee
must spcak TO thy child. Thee owes Il to
tby religion, rs we'll as thv erring offspring"
And Jane Wilson, sighed heavily, spoke
to Patience. "My daughter she said
slow did Il happen that John Duane came
home with thee last nightT
Patience colorcd, but she replied 'It did
not happen at all. Il was peice OF delib.
crate election on his part, and Of entire vii.
lingness OF nine.'
"Where was LII Gnr,lner?" asked her
mother anxiously. =.
"Oh mother I don't like Eli Gardner. "
Patience said, rcsentlulIy.
"Of course thee don't like John Dunno
either, for that NATTER" said Aunt Phebe.
.'But I do" answered Patience, IN a
voice that was intended to be very firm, hut
maidenly modesty made the confession
low.
"Jane Wilson looked at Phebe Morgan
helplessly. u wns much worse than she
expected. A liking confessed that way was
loving. "Hc is not OF thy people," she
said, sadly.
"ile is good man," Patience answered.
"IIe is a devoted son and kind brother.
i,y his own careful management he has
kept tho homestead and placed the family
beyond want. Ani then-he loves me-
Phcbe Morgan groane,l. "lie is man
Of the world, given np TO It's romps nnd
vanities. Ills raiment is ol fashionable cut
He praises his God not IN his heart, hut on
a strange instrument. lie dances to the
sound Of the fiddle, and mingles with wine
bibbers and sinners. Il beliooves thee, Pa
,ience. to look we'll to thy ways, for Thy feet
stand on slippery places. Eli Gardner is !"
eaiy man, whose principles thee could re-
ly upon, and who would he acceptable to
Al shall never marry Eli Gardner" Pa.
tience answered. firmly. :.
frhee is standing in thy own light
said phebe Morgan, In sharp, rcbuklng
tones.
at grievcs me to the heart, Patience, to
think of thee joining tho worlds Vanity
Fair and forgetting the simplicity and spirit.
ual,y Of thy fathers," Jane Wilson said
sadly.
Patience turned from her Aunt Phcbe to
her mother. II was one Of Phebe Morgan s
trials that people paid little heed TO her ad
vice. Her sister Jane, with half her words
welded double her power. Patience Will
son looked at her mother, and IN low, tear
fnl tones, answered, "'rhee doesn't know
what thee asks me to give up when thee
bids me dismiss John Duane"
81 know, my child" fell from the moth.
ens lips. "When l was girl, stood where
thy feet stand"
ayes, thy mother il a brand plucked
from tho burning" broke out Phobc Nor
gan. 1910. ......
Patience Wilson stood profoundly med
iia,ive, with white. quivering lips. She
stood whcrs her mother hal stood before
her. The holy calm Of that mother lite
had grown out Of suffering and sacrifice
Patience was worthy OF her people. III will
give up John Duane, she said, firmly.
The query in John Duanes song, why
not 1 with thine was answered. There
was an end to stray locks on Patience VII
sons forehead and scarlet l'erries in her
hair. Life meant sacrifice now. u shall
make nm ont and out Quakeress, she
thought.
"Sho will yet preach from the high
Seats" thought Aunt Phebe.
But Jane wilson sighed. Whatever
sacrifice her life had known, she had found
some compensation in hbram Wilson's
love, but no such compensation for I'a.
ticnce. ""
i shall never marry Eli Gar,lner to the
longest day livc," she said To- her mother
months aller she had given up John Duane,
and Jane Wilson recognized Ia her daugh.
ter tenacity Of purpose that admitted OF no
compensation.
-Sl,e was thinking Of those things sitting
iu her tidy sitiing.room the following sun
day afternoon. She had closed her Bible
and laid of her spcctacles, while she CLAN.
ccd around the room with mothers fond
pride. Rebcccs and the younger sisters
wers reading quietly, but Patience drum
med lisilessly on the window pane with a
WEAKNESS that was painful to eco in ono 90
young. 49,.
.Hadnt thee beiter read the Review 2"
asked Aunt Phcbc, from her rocking chair
acrns the room. n Ill Hr~' HFi ,f
81 have been reading review" answer.