The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1883-10-04

the gold stones in the street, an play
on their harps to 60 with the singin'.''
The other sister gave scared, awed
look at her. Lor, don't talk that
way, sister," said she. .'What has
got into you lately? You make me
crawl all over, talkin' so much about
dyin'. You feel well, don't you?'
Z" Lor, yes replied the other, laugh
ing, and picking up clothes-pin for
her pillow-case; Il feel well enough,
an don't know what has got me to
talkin' so much about dyin' lately, or
thinkin' about it. l guess it's the spring
weather. P'r'aps flowers CROWN make
anybody think of wings sproutin'
kinder materially. won't talk so much
about it if it bothers you. an don't
know but it's sorter material it should.
Did you get the potatoes before we
| came out, sister?"-with an awkward
and kindly effort to change the subject
NO" replied the other, STOPPING
! over the clothes-basket. There was
| such film of tears in her dull blue
eyes that she could not distinguis hone
article from another.
"Well, l guess you had better 90 in
an get 'em, then; they aim worth any
thing, this time of year, unless they
soak awhile, an I'll finish hangin' out
the clothes while you do it."
"Well, p'r'aps I'd BETTER" the other
woman replied, staightening herself up
from the clothes-basket. Then she
went into the house without another
word; but down in the deep cellar, a
minute later, she sobbed over the pota-
| to barrel as if her heart would break.
| Her sisters remarks had filled her with
a vague apprehension and grief which
she could not throw off. And there was
something little singular about it.
Both these women had always been of
deeply religious cast of mind. They
had studied the Bible faithfully, if not
understandingly, and their religion had
strongly tinctured their daily life. They
knew almost as much about the Old
Testament prophets as they did about
their neighbors; and that was saying d
good deal of two single women in a
New England country town. Still this
religious element in their natures could
hardly have been termed spirituality.
1t deviated from that as much as any
thing of religiOn-which is in one way
spirituality ltSelf-cOuid.
Both sisters were eminentJy practical
in all affairs of life, down to their very
dreams, and Priscilla especially so.
She had dealt in religion with the bare
| facts of sin and repentance, future pun
ishment and reward. She had dwelt
very little, probably, upon the poetic
splendors of the Eternal City, and
talked about them still less. Indeed,
she had always been reticent about her
religious convictions, and had said very
little about them even to her sister.
The two women, with God in their
thoughts every moment, seldom had
spoken His name to each other. For
Priscilla to talk in the strain that she
had to-day, and for week or two pre-
vious, off and on, was, from its extreme
deviation from her usual custom, GER
tainly startling.
Poor Mary, sobbing over the potato
barrel. thought it was a sign of APP
preaching death. She had few super
stitious-like gratis upon her practical,
commonplace character.
She wiped her eyes finally. and went
upstairs with her tin basin of potatoes,
which were carefully washed AID put to
soak by the time her sister came in with
the empty basket.
At twelve exactly the two sat down
to dinner in the clean kitchen, which
was one of the two rooms the cottage
boosted. The narrow entry ran from
the front door to the back. On one side
was the kitchen and living-room; on the
other, the room where the sisters slept.
There were two small unfinished lofts
overhead, reached by a step-ladder
through a little scuttle in the entry cell
ing, and that was all besides. The sis
tiers had earned the cottage and paid
for it years before, by working as tail
dresses. They had quite a snug sum in
the bank besides. which they had saved
out of their hard earnings. There was
no need for Priscilla and Mary to work
so hard, people said; but work hard they
did, and work hard they would as long
as they lived. The mere habit of work
had become as necessary to them as
breathing.
Just as soon as they had finished their
meal and cleared away the dishes they
put on some clean starched purple
prints, which were their afternoon
two front windows with their work; the
house faced southwest, so the sunlight
streamed through both. 1t was very
warm day for the season, and the win
dows were open. In the yard outside
great clumpS of lilac bushes stood close
to both. They grew on the other side
of the front door, too; little later the
low cottage would look half buried in
them. The shadows of their leaves
made dancing network over the
freshly washed yellow floor.
The two sisters sat there and sewed
on some coarse vests all the afternoon.
Neither made a remark often. The
room, with its glossy little cooking
stove, its eight-day clock on the mantel.
its chintz-cushioned rocking-chairs, and
the dancing shadows of the lilac leaves
on its yellow floor, looked pleasant and
peaceful.
Just before six o'clock a neighbor
dropped in with her cream pitcher to
borrow some milk for tea, and she sat
down for minutes chat after she had
got it filled. They had been talking
few moments on neighborhood topics,
when all of a sudden Priscilla let her
work fall and raised her hand. ssHushi"