The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-06-30


.Jan<l' exclaimedT Phehe Morgan in
deep, significant.1 and rebuking tones
Thee forgets thyself' .vE6aiE
.Uafors,nately, rememher.' was the
deep. passionate ansrers and fora sim
gle inssant there flashed into Jane Will
son eyes the spirit Of rebellion that
sometimes sat on Patieacess face. 1t
was only an instant She glanced
around the room on her children's won
deriDg faces, and with the habit of
years upon her she pnt away the new,
strange mood, and satawith her hands
c.aspetl over her Bible, the sad eyed,
Madonna faced woman RI n7
Patience Wilson that night erumpled
in her hand a note. It was John Duane's
old plea presented for the lastatime:
ha0se s:NoshiDg in the world is single
All things By : l.w divine s3siz
.f57sT In one another's being mingle,
Why not With thine 2"
There is no use, Patience Wilson was
saying to herself. I can not grieve my
mother so. After to night there shall
be an end. After to night.
She arose with determined air, put
on simple drab bonnet and gray shawl
and went out. At the gate she halted
and glanced at the windows, of the low
fasm- house. Through the half parted
curtains of the sitting room she could
see her Aunt Phebe's rigid face and
snowy cap, and. Patience Wilson un.
consciously crouched behind the fence.
What she meditated would bring all the
walls of that good woman's indignation
on her head. She glanced upward to
her mothers bedohamber where a low
light burned Was that mother pray
ing for herr Aud was the intent of her
heart counter to that mothers prayers
and teachings? She turned for mo-
ment as if to rstraas her steps.
The light Of her mothers chamber
went suddenly out and Patience debated
With herself. ....-.r a~z ~
She viii never know, che said, de-
terminedly, after Q Minute more of wa
vering, and I must hear John Duane's
music once more: 2sile turned and took
Suddenly she stopped, for the door Of
the farm house closed softly and bent
figure moved. slowly down the narrow
walk and out of the, little gate. She
bent her ear to listen. but there was no
sound save the, ringing of the bell at st.
Johns. That bell brought up memo
ry Of John Duane again. 1t was only
my nerves made me think heard foot.
steps, she said to herself, reassuringly.
And / must hear John Duane this once
She moved on stealthay. half crouching
by the road side, aud a little way be-
hi.d like . shadow Of her guilty self,
stealthily creps another half bent figure.
1t took the direction of St. Johns also,
sometimes waserings as Patience had
done. but always choosing finally the
road that lay toward the little Episco.
palian church. ees efssna
Away in the back Of St. Johns SO far
back that she sat quite in the shadow,
Patience Wilson sat and listened to the
organs music: ssaxa hBa .suha
As the last notes died away another
woman in the simple garb Of a Quaker
ess entered the opposite eide of ST.
Johns and sat down in the shadow like
wise. Studying those two faces, one
could not but be strnck with their re-
semblance. One had listened to the
music as if her heart and soul were
drinking in the strains. The other list
ened to the sermon not less eagerly or
intently. On the faces Of both was the
meek sadness Of self Pronunciation with
this differcnce-one was selfrenuncia-
ton just begun, the. other was 1self.re-
nunciation with the stamp Of age upon
it. s#1sss $.
After the sermon Patience Wilson
arose and went out. She longed to hear
the last chant, but she would not for
the world have John Duane see her
there. At the same time the plain wo.
man in the opposite shodow arose and
went out. On the graveled walk they
came face to face.
Patience! exclaimed the elder woman.
Mother' exclaimed the other.
They walked on ikl silence toward
their home. Phebe Morgan met them
at the door
Where has thee been? she asked. anx-
iously. - .<.
To St Johns answered Jane Wilson.
calmly. z. z..s .-,oo
Not there2 And thee q preacher! It
is contrary to the dicipline! exclaimed
Phebe Morgan, in q shocked tone.
Jane Wilson smiled, That smile was
full of dignified self assertion.