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

she Was, aud in Imagination the mellow
light from the stained windows fell upon
her, and she was . worshiper at st.
Johns. The organ peaIed forth its
glorious notes OF harmony, and Patience
Wilson, as twice before, bowed her
head with its burden Of praise, and wept
to hear the loud ascription-Gloria Iibi
Domino! She was not forgetful Of him
who sat before the organ, and woke the
slumbering music from its pipes and
keys. John Duane, organist, was the
speciality at st. john 8 in whom Rebecca
Wilson had said shrewdly that Patience
believed. There was another at ST.
Johns whom she did not forget-Katie
Hunter, with the rose bud sprinkled
dress, the lace and gold and garnets. the
the bright ribbons and scarlet flowers.
Katie Hunter sang alto to John Duane's
playing, and Patience Wilson did not
like her. Suddenly Patience Wilson
came out of her reveric with guilty
start. sf -- aEf .a
A brand pluked from the burning we're
the words that fell on her ears from lips
that had cooed loving over her il infancy,
and blessed her all her life. Every hOdy
listened attentively, for Jane Wilson
was preaching, and she was one of the
few faithful ones in her Society: woman
who in her Madonna face wore the orna
ment of meek and quiet spirit-a woman
who clung tenaciously to the faith deliv-
cred to her fathers, and wal in all things
a pillar and ornament to her sect. .7zs-
| A brand plucked from the burning!
You guessed from the fervor of the
| womans manner and from an insight
into character that's derived alone from
experience, that this woman was speak-
ing from experimental knowledge. You
| guessed intuitively that this woman's 8
calm had come after great storm, that
the spiritual height on which she stood
had been attained after temporal rough
places; you guessed almost that this
woman had been herself brand plucked
from the burning.
The spiritualized, face often sought
her daughters, and then you saw how
much alike they were. You could easily
fancy that the Madonna face had looked
like Patience Wilson once. Would Pa
tience Wilson ever attain the holy calm
of the other? Phebe Morgan had hope.
She remembered when Jane, her younger
sister, had been great trial to her, when
her heart was all unsettled and there was
rebellion in her iife.T Contrasting that
time with this when the women spoke to
| the edification Of all, she had hope for
Patience. Indeed, with their experience,
| could they not save Patience from the
rocks on which her mothers happiness
had well-nigh wrecked? They must
make the fort at all events, Uncon-
sciously her eyes wandered over to the
mems side, where sat Eli Gardner,
brown faced, hard handed, honest, and a
Friend. He was listening to Jane Will
son, but his eyes wandered ever and an
on to Jane Wilson's daughter, and on
| him Phebe Morgan relied for assistance.
Eli Gardners mother, too, must play her
part.
Dorcas, want thee to go home with
me to dinner. said Phebe Morgan to the
severely plain woman who stood at Eli
Gardners side, when the hand-shaking
had dismissed the meeting. sofa.
The woman looked doubtfully at Eli
Gardner. ..7..
To be sure thee will go, said that young
man, heartily. will drive down fer thee
this afternoons; and now I want thee,
friend Morgan, and all of these young
people, to bundle in my carry all, and
will take them home. Come, girls!
Patience Wilson drew back as she
said, Thank thee, had sooner walk
Nonsense! exclaimed Eli Gardner
Save thy strength until the needs it more.
Besides, there is nobody to sit with me
but thy little brother David, and want
thee to see how my new TEEN goes.
They'd 60 bully to buggy!
exclaimed David Wilson, Patience's s
| little brother. "
+ EiGardner laughed. Patience and I
will try them to tue buggy some day, he
said. Ce- ses H
/ David! reconstructed Patience in q
| vexed tone, thee shouldn't talk so. He
pickles up such horrid talk at the schools,
she said. apologeticslly, to Eli Gardner.
Humph! Billy Duane says bully, per
sisted David. and I've heard thee say lots
Of times the Duanes were all gentlemen.
| Prtience bit her lip, as was her wont
/ when she was vexed. zssrsa
"Halloar' exclaimed David Wilson,
there comes John Duane, who makes
the music up to st. Johns. Golly what