The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1870-04-22

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herself too common. It's principally
through the yarb-garden of her faith
er's. She learned the use Of them
and is perpetooally stewing doses fo
the country side. It's her yarbs and ;
iokin', cOmfortin' way she has tina
nntkcs sich as Joe hang 10 her. Sh'
IS q good girl, Sydney" with suddel
earnestness and without a trace Of th'
holy tone. A
Sydney pretended not to hear, stOop
ing to buckle a strap of the bridle.-
But something rose in his throat anC
choled him. "I'Il carry the rabbits i
you like,u lac said after a while, pleas
antIy. There had been q shadow fdis
trust between them, but il disappear
ed after this, for some strange reason
They had felt il bchOOyed them TO dis
course in "a pure religious vein on the
first part Of their ride, and had joined
in cOndemning the hellish tendencies
Of the Unitarian preaching in the
country-tOwn, and mOuTned over the
new organ i'm the EpiscOpalian church
as a special device of the devil. But
Joe's basket, and soDlething which il
carried other uiau tlIe skinny rabbits,
brought q sudden goOd-feeling between
them which had not sprung out OF
their religion.
"If | had the girls recipes and the
time, I'd take her garden when she's
gone" said the Squire heartily
"Shc's saved many 4 poor wretch from
the dOctOrs;" and dismissed the sub
feet for that of the doctors, telling
stories which made kirlc laugh till
the tears came.
He was in good lumor TO the core
4 of his heart. Bart srClsthe right wife
] for him ! There was something in
her, in everything about her her
comfortable house, the very ring of
her name-which made men hearty
and genial, as he and Langley were
now.
Sydney had thought himself i'm love
| with another WOman--a beautiful wO-
man-who discussed the books he
read and exchanged copies of hymns
with him. But when he tried Ia mar
ry her and do without Bart, his life
was like house i'm which the great
warm kitchen fire has gone out.
The few barren acres about the
| house, he thought, had caught some
of her energy and generous strength.
They used 10 bc bus drcary back
ground for the drcarier mill. The
very ground had gone TO ruin and de-
cay. Since Bart WAS 4 woman there
had come new life i'm it. There was
no such corn in the country as had
been gathered from the fields whose
russell, Succulcnt slopes rose on either
side Of the yeivet-spiked sumach
hedge; IN tlIe old apple-OIrhard, the
herb-garden, the low brick house it.
self, there were certain hOme-lOOks
and mellow tints OF color TO be found
nowhere else. The cows stood knee
deep in the cool shadows OF the creek;
the smoke from Bart's chimney made
eddyin@ shadows over her lovers road;
4 chippey pipesl a friendly call tO him
from the stubBle through the yellow
afternoon air; it was all quiet and
cheerful. Now, man who knew that
no matter how cheerful and friendly
were the things thai t1met him outside,
his wife's face was eheerfliller and
friendlier still, was in no such bad
ease!
Kirkc's honest nature was tough
and slow to move, but the tears were
not far from his eyes when he dis
mounted at the gate.
The Squire watched him, guessing
what his thoughts were on his we'd
ding eve, and then glanced hastily
down at the mill. Bart had never
touched that ; il was decayed and grim
and silent, its broken rafters thrust
out tlreateningly, as though To guard
the secret treasure beneath. The
ghost of treasure Sydney had called
it.
at is n ghost which will stand be-
tween you and your wedding day for
ever, ! fear, boy" muttercd the old
man, lingering the paper which he
carried in his pocket rs he followed
him in.
There were no ghosts indoors. The
air OF tic siiting-rOOm was fresh and
warm. Some odd, bright-cOlOrcd
stuffed birds were on the white walls.
The Old-f:lshioncd, straight-le@ged pi-
ano was open, and Laurence was
there.
There was good deal of electric
power i'm Laurence Muller. He was
ofthat bilious vet ficry-bloodcd phys
ical conformation oftcnest met in
brilliant, unsuccessful men Of society,
tue day different for any nnln- FNFho
came IN contact with him. Even 10
dull Langley and the proSaic kirke
an hours talk with tine nervous,
strange-idead fellow had the effect of
an unexpected strain of foreign music
heard in the dIsty market. It waken-
ed vague .lonsginSSE queries fwhethcr
if, after all this life Of the market was
the best life.
Laurence was in accord with him
self to-day as an cXquisitcly tuned in
strumcni, the weather being fair and
hisidigestidlI good On ITliily days IL
was diiltreIa. Ia ian oIlt 10 meet
than, his small lean iieure Wrapped
in 4 dark fitle dressing Gown, 4 GRIM
son smoking cap on his hIacI. hair,
which served Ia set of his iinely-cut
olive face. IL was wonderful face,
fall of fsrnsihiIityand enthusiasm.
He brought them in, cordial and
eager-,r:lcscd. them, mud and fau,
over Bart's White floor; took off the
old mans wrappings himself, his
hands def and gentle rs 4 woman's.
He had enjoyed 4 precious spiritual
refreshment this morning, he told
them breathleSsly, with wide-open
eyes, like child's; one of David's
psalms had been the key to open the
d6orOfhcRveH for himi tlRn,eas sup
peT W;ls not IcadS, he 5lan. ont and
brousht ht'in-the cake and fruit which
Bart had prepared for her wedding
breakfast, and while they ate them he
sat down by the piano and, chanted
the psalm
by the rivers of Babylon, there We sat
duwn; Yea, We Wept when We Trmem-
bered Zion"
His fine eyes We're full of tears, his
Voice 'fhriBed wiiha, terrible
pathOS, rs he recited the mingled ia-
mentations and curses that followed.
at is the Lords song sung i'm
strange land,u he said, when lac had
done, looking ont over the hills sleep
ing in the autumn sunlight, rs though
me too were 2 pilgrim GlPlye in an
alien country. t4tI ETt8 ifi
The Squire and kirkc nodded grave
ly. Bat Bart, stirring the coffee in
side, suddenly shut the kitchen door
tlIIt she, hight mot hear. lPhe psalm
was like enough to the lamentations
Of the Squire and his co-religionisis.
What right had they L. cali this great
earnest, living world ''vaIe of fears"
and a drcary place of probation ? She
knew nothing about Heaven. But
here was place which God was
making fresh for them to work in
every day, and il was 50 full of work,
50 full of men and women, husbands
and mothers and children, pressing
close upon each other for help and
love, that il scared her to think some
times how her breath WAS slipping
from her and 50 little done. So full
of beauty too, and His goodness, that
her heart ached with an awful pain at
the thought Of leaving it. Christ's
people had no right To be pilgrims or
strangers here. And as for their habit
Of melting out damnatiOn to ali out
side of Scctariau limits, ii was no bet
ter than this old savage chant of i'm
prccation which Laurence sang :
tlIappy shall he bc who taketh and
dashcth thy little ones against the
stones" There was not one word
from the Lord in it.
But Laurencc's store of music was
not limited TO psalms. After while
he played an opera air or two, waltz
cs, marches, turning with queer
arch smile back to the men. "Thcre
are some of the DEVILS songs, that |
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