Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1881-03-30

claws, bless us p said Aunt Cisely Dag
get. "There never was such day in Hart
well as that first Thanksgiving day that
Luther Wheaton preached. There had been
just as fine days, Just as good roads, and
Luther had preached here three months
but laws bless us the Westinghouse was
just running over with hearers. ! shall never
forget when the new minister got up. The
pulpit shined like gold, and he shined more
than the pulpit. Miss Skies said it was my
notion but tell you it warn't. 1t did shine,
and when he read the Harvest Hymn it
Just seemed like command from heaven
and his prayer was more yet. There wern't
hardly dry eye in the house; and when he
begun the sermon know the Lord was right
there. l know it. 1t wern't the words that
did the work, for l had heard Parson Leigh
ton say hundreds of times that God never
accepts divided heart For if ye love not
the brother we have seen, how can We love
me, whom We have not seen p And if there
is hatred in the heart of one of my hearers,
whose fault is it Can you make yourselves
blameless Could you say, have kept all
all praising God Is there nothing between
you and the Throne of Mercy? Think,
think if there isn't something you are har-
boring that is not Christlike. / repeat.
Think, reflect, repent, act Laws bless us
it seemed as if | could Just see the arrows of
conviction flying right into the heart of every
hearer in that Westinghouse, when he
shouted them last words the first thing
realized was that Ruel Washburn and Ma
than Lovejoy were shaking hands right
there. Old Deacon Whitney called right
out, Brother Wheaton, let us pray Let us
all give thanksP For half an hour don't
believe anybody ever heard such praying
The choir sung, and everybody that could
sing, for crying, did. thought Blooma
Washburn and Milly Loveioy never would
stop. Laws bless us believe if old Vashti
Hovey had been alive, | should just gone
and asked her pardon the third time for
making faces at her when ! was five years
old, because she said l was as homely as a
stump fence. But, laws bless US it was
| silly like but l went to the poor old wo-
mans grave and said over and over that
hoped she harbored no ill will against me.
There was such clearing up of troubles
that felt like clearing up something too,
and that was all could think of Just then.
| No, I'll never see another such day in
Hartwell."
| " say, as Aunt Cisely Dagget said, CON-
| ing out of church." said Obed, looking out
of the window, "'there never was such a
day in Hartwell as this for there comes
Ruel Washburn and his wife home with
father and mother"
"You are jokingl" said Nancy, running
to the window. DWELL, never What can
mother be crying for ?"
| CHAPTER ".
Late Thanksgiving evening Obed and
Nancy were sitting by the kitchen fire,
Nancy with her hands folded, looking very
thoughtful, Obed holding book but, II
steathy glances are reliable, he was trying
to read Nancy's thoughts, but failing, he
leaned forward and asked
"Do you regret ?"
"No; l am satisfied" replied Nancy
reaching out her hand.
"Can l call this mine the next Thanks
giving ?" asked Obed, clasping it.
"Yes, God willing" was the hearty re-
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