Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-07-09
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suddenly looking round. The girl had
slipped out OF the room.
"What soft stepping thing she is re-
marked Sister Camp, helping herseii 10
another installment of corn cake.-"She
comes in like streak of moonshlne. 1t
gives me skittish feeling to have folks
move that way"
II never had any stranger in my house
that made so little trouble" responded the
deacon's widow. "She sits at her work
all day Just like bird on its nest, and it
does beat all what knack she has at col
oring photographs. Janet, go get that one
she did of your sister Hubby. 1t looks as
if it was going to speak. There's no need
of my taking any stranger into the family
The deacon left me above-board, and Ed
win is doing uncommon well in the mill
but when she told me she was friendless
and alone in the world, with her pretty
soft eyes half full of tears, hadn't the
heart to say no."
"You took her on her face, Sister Hunt
ly?"
Eyes, and it's as innocent as lambs.
She's always been good prompt pay, and
was getting fond of the little thing, most
as if she'd been one of my own girls.
These quiet, still folks have wonderful
way of edging themselves into the feel
ings, and even now won't believe a word
of harm of the poor child. as I'm Chris
tan, But it did give me start to hear
there had been difficulty year ago up
at Edgecombe."
The girls had gone their several ways
Janet to feed her poultry, Huldah to attend
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mother was getting into the neighborhood
of wha: children call ''bloody BONES" let
his knife fall. and STOPPING down, touched
her foot.
Mrs. Huntly coughed and hemmed and
colored.
..Oh, Sister Camp" said she. suddenly
changing the subject "haven't you brought
along some good religious reading for
Edwin that will wake him up to his I'M
penitent condition ?'
ITO be sure" Sister Camp was al
ways primed with religious reading, car
ried in company with her catarrh snuff
and various specifics for the cold that per-
petually hung about her. Somewhere or
other, in my ridicule or pockit, I've got a
powerful tract, called the Carnal Heart,
that will exactly meet his case"
mo, thank you," grunted Edwin; IN
make tracks myself" and with that he
seized his nat and bolted out of the door.
The sun shone with soft caressing touch,
sprinkling kisses ON grass and dandelions,
while round, downy clouds sailed through
the wonderful blue sky. Edwin did not
feel bit like business that morning,
which was strange, as business was gem
orally the breath of his nostrils. He
thought in vague way that he would
like to wander through the woods with
Rachel. and hear the birds sing.
So across the mill field he strobe beside
hedge that ne himself had planted. At
the end were few young plum trees, all
covered with white flowers, as if waiting
for the bridegroom. A bench stood in
that spot. but it was partly hidden from
view. Edwin paused in his walk; he
thought he heard something like a low
sob on the other side of the hedge.
1t was Rachel, under large brown
garden hat, as miserable and detected as
a broken-winged bird. She was crying,
but it did not redden her nose, or blotch
her cheeks. Tears only added to the ex-
quisite softness of her face. She was like
pale flower dipped in dew.
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