The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1868-08-25

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A shadov pass over thc mothers
Madonna face 'Panenoe e yuunR. thee
knous. was her mild answer Tie
mothers ewes lad NOT been blind 10
the dissatsfsrtion iu her daughters .
mind, SUD ,ae rebellion IN bcr life, bu,
sei egtsnastan IS not more natural
ilnu .hG mg.aors fztenuaaon for ber
childs error. Patience i young slo
repeated seeing that her sister maae
uo reply.
It's a pity Patience wouldn't take 10
Eli Gardner, said Aunt Phebe, after a
minutes pause He is a good young
man, and consistent Friend, and II
would be a good thing for Patience 10
be settled ID life Eli would make a
steady woman of her
i don I know, answered the moth
er, grayely ] have my doubts about
About What !? asked the elder sister,
somewhat sharply. Thee surely hash
any doubts about Eli Gardner He Is
one Of the salt Of the earth
No. / don't doubt Eli, but ! doubt
his power to make Patience love him,
replied the mother.
Now, Jane thee don't mean 10 say
that thee intends TO uphold Patience in
any Of her whims and notions exelalm-
ed 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 3 words had given Jane
Wilson food for thought, and she walk
ed along with a face profoundly medi-
tative.
1t is the spirit, Pkebe Morgan said
to herself Sister Jane will preach to-
day,
Into the little Westinghouse strag-
gled Patience aud Rebecea Wilson, at
tor q silence like that Of the grave had
|iaiou on the little assemhly / say
struggled. bccause that was tae term
fused By Phebe Morgan when from the
( hi q SEATS that overlooked the meeting,
she aw her nieces c1mc iui Patience
was O. great trial 10 her in those days
Even the way Sue entered the meeting
house offended her. There Was a look
I0f loftiuess about her carriage that yeE-
led her nh the more because it was Sc
|naiural to Patience IN those days She
/ did not like the look In Patience eyes
.Gthu. as thoy wandered about the sim
pie low-celled meetng-house, taking In
/ The hard, bare walls, the cold, white
woodwork, tho uncarpetel floor, the
ueok women and gave men: the loob
/ was full Of undisguised disparagement.
I Then Patience seated was no better
She fidseted in her place, she pulled
neryously at her gloves, and tapped
impatiently with her shoes and was
To use her aunt's figure, as uneasy as a
! fish out Of water
/ 1t was correct figure A fish out O
water-that was Patience Wilson sit
ting in that little Westinghouse with
her thoughts away off to the little
Gothic church Of ST. Johns where an.
other band of worshipers assem-
Ibled She had never been there
but twice, but she knew it all by heart
as artists know picture not often seer
but studied carefully She was pictur-
ing to herself now the alter with It's
purple hangings, the daintily frescoed
walls, the futed pillars, the windows oi
Ired and green aud blue and gold, the
carpeted aisles ana cushioned pews.
/ At length tho nervous movements ceas'
ed. and Patience Wilson sat calm ano
thoughtful. She had forgotten where
she was and in imagination the mel.
low light from the stained windows fel
upon her, and she was a worshiper al
st. Johns. The organ pealed forth III
glorious notes OF harmony, and Pa
tience Wilson, as twice before, bowed
her head with its burden Of praise, anC
wept TO hear the loud ascription Clio.
| ri Tibi Domino She was not forget
/ ful Of him who sat before the organ, anc
woke the slumbering music from it,
pipes and KEYS. John Duane, the or,
ganist, was the speciality at St john
in whom Rebcca Wilson had said
shrewdly that Patience believed
1 There was another at st, Johns whom
she did not forget Katie Hunter, witt
the rosebud sprinkled dress, the lace anC
gold aud garnets, the bright ribbons
and scarlet flowers. Katie Hunter SAM
alto to John Duanes PLAYING, and Pa.
tieuce Wilson did not like her. Sud
denly Patience Wilson came out Of he
reyerie with a guilty start
A brand plucked from the burn
ing, were the words that fell on he
ears from the lips that had cooed loving
ly over her in infancy, and blessed he
al her life Everybody listened aAtcn
uyeiy for Jane Wilson was preaching
and size was one 1f the few faithful
ones in hst Society woman who, il
her Madonna faca wore the olnamen
5i meek aud quiet spirit woman
wh5 clnn- tenc.onlv t3 The faith de
ayestl to her by her fathers, aud wa
iu an things pillar and ornament 4
her sect. ... ........
q brand plucAca from the burning
b0u GUESSED from the gervor Of TO-
e0ma8's manner, and from an insigh
into character that is derived alou,
from experience, that this woman wa
spa aaEug from experimental kn5wlodge
You so seq iutgiiEely that the 80
mans calm Aad come after o grea
storm. that the spiritual height OF
which Ae stool hab been attaiued AZ
ter temporal tough places you guesses
almost that llls somau bad been her
self a brand plueked from tie hurufug