The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1888-03-15
Alns owing mainly 70 tie same ignob,s

Ains owing mainly TO the same ignobls
cause.
When Cistene, weepingly, and her lord,
now with tllundery front, entered the
back yard an angry scene ensued, scene
Of accusation and denunciation that shall
remain unpictured hero, save . glimpse 40
It closed Of . man scixing woman with
gray hair and faded face by the throat, and
roughly thrusting her backward through Q
gateway and slammihg IL after her, with
the rather heated Injunction that she keep
It and her mouth closed.
He had loved her once, when she was
young and slender and fair, and had sworn
to love and cleave to none other than she.
But had she been faithful Yes, a. only o
woman can be; had crossed . continent
through suffering and peril to please him;
had watched with him In sickness, borne
him children, toilcd ut the loom to clothe
children that were his but not hers, and
had been worn out in his cause, yet had
long been cast of and spurned about like
an 0utworn garment.
But the doughty Bishop had placated
Cistene, and that was the main point; the
light flick upon the ear Of her naughty
child by toil-worn Rrief-tortured woman,
whose place the child's mother had
usurped, had been avenged. Six times the
bands heart and home taken by . fresh
form, and with eoch change felt herself
pushed farther and farther into de ebasing
service and neglect. Yet she was helpless.
She had no other home, no other shelter ;
her life here and, she believed, hereafter,
hung upon the humble endurance Of q per.
petual outrage. In Short hers was the
common lot Of elderly women in polygamy,
tho most soul-starving, heart-brealsinR life
that can fall to womankind.
The next morning, which was the second
after Elchard's departure, the Bishop,
clothed in his best apparel and most agree
able countenance, came in through Burl
Hartman's gate and tapped respectfully at
the door. Trean came in response, and
with start and change of expression be-
traycd her fear and dislike Of their visitor.
Verv bland and obsequious he was, how
ever, as with hat in hand, his black hair
plastered smoothly against his temples and
reached up over narrow forehead, his
wide and bulky person clad in heavy ILL.,
fitting suit Of brown, and his dark eyes
twinkling, he stood before her.
"Good mornin', Miss Hartman ~ he said,
with explosive affability, putting out his fat
hand, shows your fatherl"
HE is not very well, thank you," said
Trean, but she did not put her hand in the
one extended toward her. II the penalty of
refusal had been her life 1t seemed to her
she could not; no, not after Paul Elchard
had held her hand In his loving and unpol-
luted palm aha kissed it. But she placed q
chair for the Bishop and invited him to be
seated with what decency Of speech and
manner she could command.
He accepted 1t without affecting notice Of
the affront shc had prohered him, but with
smoky look about the eyes.
"When was Brother Hartman taken
sickr he inquired.
sabbath morning just before meeting"
"Ah, yes; remember did not notice him
there" He might have added, had 1t been
an interview less charged with purpose
personal to himself, that the lady before him
had in his opinion shown just ground for
censure on that sacred occasion, and would
be expected to disclose the spiritual condi.
ton Of her heart to him, and that If too little
faith and humility seemed in the keeping
Of that organ, its owner would be set apart
for discipline. But the Bishop, for the mo.
mcnt at least, felt this course inimical to his
purpose, and only added in effect that DR..
Dubette had apprised him of Brother Hart
mans illness but the evening previous that
he would be glad to sec him.
Trean went'into the adjoining room, and,
putting back the curtains from the little
window that stronger light might enter,
bade the Bishop come in, then went about
her household duties. When he came out
she was sweeping in the porch. "Your
fathers feebiSr than supposed, ;" he said
pausing by the door with hat in hand.
EYES," faltered the girl, with pitiful
look She was standing back in the long
narrow porch, over which morning glories
and grape vines ran, and hor tine figure
was starred with fakes Of sifted sunshine.
Yes, I'm 'fraid he's not long for this
world" said the Bishop, coming toward her
with with his ,,s small greedy eyes on fire with any
alone in the cold world. Miss Hartman. and I
without home. Let me offer you place
in mine!" and he put out his arms as II to
embrace her. The girl drew back 40 from
something horrible. For q moment there
was an expression Of fear and loathing on
her face, then she stood clear and erect,
pouring level freezing look into his eyes.
"No," she said, II can't even thank you
for such an offer, much less accept 1t. I'd
rather go into my grave than enter the
filthy debasing union you hold out to mel"
In an instant Parley's heavy face was
purple. 'Tuti tuti" he said, coming near
er and putting out his hands in modifying
way, "your goin' too far now! What offer
you is the best place In the neighborhood.
It's accordin' to scriptures, and the Prophets
indorsed it. tell you you'd better take up
with it on more accounts than one!''
"Stand back! don't touch mew and the
girls face was white with anger. "There
10 the gate, sir! I am mistress here; you
have invited me to q life Of shame; gov'
and with q curse tho Bishop turned, and
,vicioualy grinding the gravel Of the walk
under his heels, passed out the gato and
down the lime.
He seemed to grow shorter in stature,
and to widen out with venom like toad,
a. he walked along sinking his freshly-pol.
ished boots deep in the dust and muttering
angrily. His little eyes had U muddy,
bloodshot cast, and tho lower part Of his
face seemed TO settle upon his thick necl
In way that made 1t look puffed and
swollen. His anger changed him, not al
some are changed as by white fire, but
a. II he had taken poison. His blood seemed
to run thick and turbid, and the evi
awakened In his nature darkened and de
formed him. When he reached the Tithine
House he locked the door after him, and 60
ing at once to the cupboard behind the desk
added further fuel to the evil that en-
venomed him. Then for Q long time hi
walked up and down the room with Aery
eyes and ivid features, revolving sucf
thoughts and laying such plans a. are sure
ly common only to the underworld.
That evening when he went to call upoE
Orson Beam he still looked roily and un
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