The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-01-15

her fathers ears, and was Growing
Justify, and pulling her new play
tldnes,and We watching aud laugh
ing, when there was knock al
the door. Phillip Chat was yonr
grandfather, for Phillip here lie
named for him, you know tucked !
the baby under his arm and stcpp-
ed ont into the entry. | heard
mans voice aud as he vent away,
the words, 'S'posen you sleep on
it, Mather2 Maybe you'll think
better of it Tomorrow morning
"What is it. Phillip asked,
when my husband came back, for
! | saw in an instant that he was
worried.
:" 1T was the cap'ain,' lie an
swcred. The captain was Sykes,
the master builder. Yunr father
was a carpcntcr,and worked un-
der him. They've got hard up
about tho agricultural hall, and
Sykes is going to work his hands
all day Tomorrow. and wants me
to work, too
{" Work Sabbath da,! Oh, Phil
lip, you won't do that. will yoa!
"'I hsiu't quito maze up my
mind, Mary
"Your grandfather was walking
up and down; and the baby had
allen asleep on his shoulders.
Now he laid here in the cradle
aud stood looking at her. BY and
by he spoke out: . IF l don't
work to- morrow | shall most like
ly lose my place
"'You can get another. 1ou
know Squire Allen saws you are
the best workman in the country"
1t was true. No man coul'i han
die a plane or drive nail home
with surer blow. But Fhil
looked straight at little Nan, and
replied:
Getting another place isn't
so easy; and il | shouldn't, then
whalaI bound to provide for
my fam ly. Your bible says tha'.
"Philip wasn't profeesed
Christian then, and | was. That
was what he meant by my billie.
"'It's yours, too, dear l said,
'anl if worse comes TO worst,
can take in sewing. I'd rather
du it for q year than have YOU
getting on your working apron un
der the sun of the Lords day
"'All right, Molly. You're on
the clear side of hedge always.
Where's $ my newspaper
"When the captain came the
rext MOI ming. we were at break
fast. Sykes was a rough man
aud he stamped in and up to the
table, speaking loud.
Come, OLD chap SAID he,
como along! It's high time you
wcro up there nailln' shingles,
"'No, Captain Sykes ycur
grandfather answered; working
Sundays isn't my style, and I'm
not going to 90 it for you or any
man
"The Captain swore frightful
oath. TIE baby curled her lip |
and began to sob, aud grew faint
lust to hear him. Every other
word was an oath, and the gist Of
il all was this:
Z" Then you've done your last
str oke of work for me, Mather.
won't have none OF your caniin'
hypocrites arolnd me; nor any
fellers that don't obey orders,
neither. And mind yc,' he ,pnts
his head back into tho room TO
add, mind ye, my notion o'what's
right IL for man to keep his prom
iscJ. | contracted to have that |
air hrll done Tomorrow night, an
1t will be done ~
$50 he strobe away; and Betsy |
White came in to stay with Nan
cy while VIC wentto meeting. Oar |
pastor looked. troubled, for all
through prayer and sermon those
hammers were going ding dong
on the hill just beyond us. Even
Sykes coarse words came down
in the pause of the service. All
this was strange in s'aid Green
dale. I'm glad you're not joined
in tins iniquity,' said the minister
as ho shook hands with Phillip
after service. was glad, too;but
all the time / felt cad. My husband
was out OF work, and we were
poor people in those days
"Why, didn't know grandpa
ever was poor, said Phil, our Phil.
"IIe was poor then; this losing
his place was sorry matter for
us. | had a world of drcary
thoughts that Sabbath morning.
What II my husband should take
to bad ways, having nothing to
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