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

the same disparaging scrutiny she had
bsstowsd on her own dress.
AaThee looks like d dud,' was the severe
comment of this girl whose name was
Patience, and Who was expected to be a
pattern. 4sas
''Why Aunt Phebe said my hair was
combed very nicely, and that looked
as neat as pin!'' exclaimed the younger
girl, in amazement sa
.,Bah!f We Quaker girls all looked as
if we had been soaked in water and dried
in the sun until we had faded to lifcless
drab, and then been smeared over with
shiny starch, and ironed fiat and smooth,
sxclaimed Patience. Thee has got the
most lovley complexion for blue"
The young girl gave sideleng glance
into the mirror. Thee would like us to
dress like the Hunter girls, wouldn't
thee?' she asked. ,F
Something that way answered Pa 81
tience. sDid thee see Katie go by? She
looked like such beauty
b. Aunt PEebc said she was tricked
out like popinjay,' said the sister, dis
sentingy. z--
oh pshaw!' exclaimed Patience Will
son. Aunt Phebe don't believe in any
thing Outside of our own meeting house
For my part, believe in some things at
ST. Johns's.' f,s-rx
Yes, John Duanev said the sister, with
a meaning smile.
Patiencecolored slightly, and made
movement toward the door. Come she
said, hastily. Aunt Phebe and mother
are half way to meeting
So they were, and talking gravely Of
Patience. pTs e
She is great burden on my mind
said Aunt Phebe. The pomps and van
tiles OF the world are tempting her, and
she is unsettled .@w
A shadow passed over the mothers
Madonna face. Patience is young, thee
knows was her mild answer. The
mothers eyes had not been blind to the
dissatisfaction in her daughters mind,
and the rebellion in her life; but self
extenuation is not more natural thas the
mothers extenuation for her chid's error.
Patience is young
'Il's q pity Patience wouldn't take to
Eli Gardner said Aunt Phebe, after a
minutes pause. HE is a good young
man, and consistent Friend, and it would
be good:thi for Patience to be settled
for life. Eli would make a steady woman
OF her. .,&ssv hax.4ss sd E{fT8 s
don't know, aswered the mother,
gravely.- I have my doubts about
She paused as If she feared her speech
might not find favor in her sisters eyes.
t EtAbout what? asked the elder sister,
somewhat sharply. Thee''surely hasn't
any doubts about Eli Gardner? He is
one Of the salt Of the earth. 81
No, don't doubt Eli, but doubt his
power to make Patience love him, replied
the mother.
Now, Jane! thee don't mean to say that
thee intends TO uphold Patience in any of
her whims and notions, exclaimed the
elder sister, rebukingly. 1t is thy duty, as
brand plucked from the burning, to
save thy child.
The two women relapsed into silence.
Phebe Morgan's words had given Jane
Wilson food for thought, and she walked
along with face profoundly meditative.
1t is the spirit, Phebe Morgan said
to herself. Sister Jane will preach to-
day. rs[,5 = -
Into the little meeting house struggled
Patience and Rebecca Wilson, after
silence like that Of the grave had fallen
on the little group assembled. say
strage,ed, because that was the term used
by Phebe Morgan when, from the high
seats that overlooked the meeting, she
saw her nieces come in. Patience was
a great trial TO her in those days. Even
the way she entered the meeting house
offended her. There was loftiness
about her carriage that vexed her al! the
more because it was so natural to Pa
thence in these days. She did not like
the look in Patience's eyes either. as they
wandered about the simple low ceiled
meeting house, taking in the hard, bare
walls, the cold, white wood the un-
carpeted floor, the meek women and
grave men: the look was full of undis
| guised disparagement Then Patience
seated was no better. She fidgeted in
therp place, she pulled nervously at her
gloves, and tapped impatiently with her
shoes-and was, to use her aunt's figure,
as uneasy as q fish out of water. aae s.as
It was q correct figure. A fish out Of
water-that was Patience Wilson sitting
in the little meeting house with her
] thoughts away off to the little Gothic