The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-06-30
loving. He is not of thy people, she

He is devoted son and a kind brother. s
BY his own careful management he has
kept the homestead and placed the fam
lily beyond want. And then-he loves
me. ~z IS
Phebel Morgan groaned ',He is a
man of the world, given up to its pomps
and vanities,' she said s.His raiment
is of fashionable cut He praises his
God, not in his heart, but on a strange
instrument. He dances to the sound of
the fiddle, and mingles with wine
bibbers and sinners It behooves thee.
Patience, to look well to thy ways, for
thy feet stand on slippery places. Eli
Gardner is 3 steady man, whose princi-
pies thee could rely upon, and who
would be acceptable to thy family" s-
s.I shall never marry ;Eli Gardner
Patience answered, firmly. Essa
s'Thee is standing in thy own light
said Phebe Morgan. in sharp. rebuking
tones Tzg9 1s}4a
to think Of thee joining the world Is Van
ity Fair and forgetting the simplicity of
thy fathers" Jane Wilson said, sadly.
Patience turned from her Aunt Phebe
to her mother. 1t was one Of Phebe
Morgan's trials that people paid little
heed to her advice Her sister Jane,
with halt her words, welded double her
power. Patience Wilson looked at her
mother, and in low, fearful tones an
swered, 'sThee doesn't know what thee
| asks me to give up when thee bids me
| dismiss JOHN Duane 81
4 know. rny child" fell from the
mothers lips. "When / was a girl
stoos where thy feet stand .
Yes, thy mother is brand plucked
from the burning broke out Phebe
Morgan. ,e s.f H sss.@
Patience Wilson stood profoundly
messita,ive with white quivering lips
Where she stood her mother had stood
before her. The holy calm of that
mothers life had grown out Of suffering
and sacrifice. Patience was worthy of
her people - will give up John
DnaEe,' she said, firmly. % 1s
| The query in John Duane's song.
s.Why not with thine?" was answered.
There was an end to stray locks on Pa
thence Wilson's forehead and scarlet
berries in her hair. Life meant sacrifice
now. 81 shall make an out and out
Quakress," she thought.
She will yet preach from the high
Seats" thought Aunt Phebe f
But Patience Wilson's mother sighed.
| Whatever sacrifice her life had known
she had found some compensation in
Abram Wilson's love, but no such com
pensation came to Patience. sfs
81 shall never marry Eli Gardner to
the longest day / live she said to her
mother, months after she had given up
John Duane, and Jane Wilson recognized
in her daughter tenacity of purpose
that admitted Of no compensation. aH
She was thinking of these things sit
ting in her tidy sitting room the follow
ing Sunday afternoon. She had closed
her Bible and laid off her spectacles,
while she glanced around the room with
mothers fond pride. Rebecca and
the younger sisters were reading quietly,
but Patience drummed listlessly on the
window pane with weariness in her
face that was painful to see in one SO
young. sszr=
Hadn't thee better read the Review
asked Aunt Phebe, from her rocking
chair across the room. >as asF 6sI
I was thinking review answered
Patience, but she ceased her drumming,
and let her hands fall idly in her lap.
| David, / am ashamed of thee ex-
claimed Aunt Phebe as David Wilson
let the cat upon the floor with its paws
tied up in papers. Read the book
about that good little boy who ought to
be pattern to thee"
'Pshawr answered David, somewhat
irreverently. He died when he was
eight j, ears old. Good little boys in
books always does. say!' he added,
rushing to the window, there goes Billy
Duane. He has got to go up to the
Church Of the Holy Tooth pick to pump
the organ for John. They've got a
'Piscopal crab to preach up there, and
Billy says he is the jo.liest man to tell
| stories. Thee needn't scold, Aunt Phe-
be, cause call him crab; that's his
name. I seen it on letter-Rev. Har-
old Crabbe. They are going to have
some bully music up there to night,
cause John is going up there to practice
q chant, and Billy has got to go up and
pump for him. Golly, wouldn't like
to hear him play! wish We had an or
gan in our meeting house. don't see
why we don't, I say, muther!'