Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1889-08-31
Annals WAY.
Her Iron Shoe" and tho Use She
Made of 1t.

The village of Oxford was alive wit
curiosity that Sunday morning to Sc,
the bride that Bob Trench had brough
nome. He had wooed and won her /,
New York, and one of his family ha,
seen her until her arrival among then
the night before. .'lhe whole thinr
sad DIR. Tanner, done, no doubt. n,
white heat, after the fashion of th,
Trench family
Inc Trenches were a larre-bodied
hot-blooded race, always making a
talk In the county by sudden outbreaks
into vice or into big, heroic deeds of
virtue.
The quiet, slow-going. Scotch-Irish
fresbyterians who made up the com.
munity of the village of Oxford found
the virtuous Trenches quite as discom-
posing and uncomfortable to live with
as the wicked ones.
Radical religion" said Deacon
vale, sis like a balkin' horse. He
may intend to drag you up the hill,
but he lands you in the ditch at last,
Give me an old, steady PAGER on the
road or in the church,
lhe Trenches had a front pew for
winch they sometimes forgot to paw,
and it was here that Bob led his vito
lhls morning. She was a small woman
win hight eyes and hair, and looked
oddly white and cool and insignificant
among the big-boned, black browad
trenches. She knew that the whole
congregation were sitting in Judgment
on her eyes and nose and gown. but
went through with her deyot ons in
absolute calm. Old DR.. Mcleod, in
the pulpit, casting a curious glance
down at her, was appalled, by CATCHING
her pale eye fixed rebukingly upon
him, and Hurried through the sermon
In ~headlong haste.
When the plate was passed for the
collection. honest Bob, in the fervor of
his soul, pulled out a hundred.dolIar
ollli but the bride neatly intercepted
1t and dropped in five instead. On the
way home she gave the note back to
him. W
why did you not let me give it.
Anna? My heart was so full of thanks
giving! have you. | wanted some
body to be the better for it,"
rive dollars is quite enough to
spend yearly IN the conversion of the
Jews she said, smiling. 1--WE will
make out a list of charities, calculate
what we can afford to give to each. -,
and divide"
Bother! | like to make a spnrt
! feel charitable" grumbled
BOD; but he squeezed her arm and
looked down on her adoringly. How !;
Just you are, Anna. Pom my word | !,
believe you are perfect" !
Il try to do what is right" said the ,
mule creature, walking beside him |
with trim, measured steps. There
was not a touch of citation or Pharisee- d
Ism In her tone, yet Bob somehow felt II
beside her, and shunlcd in Il
his body and his spirit lik
guilty scho9lshSvv 0's' b
.,tncheon was the first meal at which y
he family had met since her arrival. -
Now Grandma Trench, who was seven
y and a victim of tic-doulourey, had -;
ong ago yielded the care oil the house :,
o Kate, the eldest daughter. There .
lad been fierce suspicious in Hates =,
mind that the newcomer would try TO ~
'rest the reign of sovereignty from b,
~
She'll take the head of the table: ~
QUILL see," she told her sister ,Josey. ~,
'ehemcntly. "She must understand "
rom the beginning that you and |
ontribute TO the expenses, and that
| will pever take a second
lace-never! What can that child. >.
rought up in a city boarding-school, ya
now OF housekeeping?" oa
But the child in her babyish white No
own seemed to understand the situa. If
on by second-sight. She came into no
ne room where luncheon was served, %,
err arm about grandma's waist, softly NJ
milling as tho old lady chartered.
ate, tall and grim, stood behind the or
hair OF honor. In an instant Anna in
ad seated the old lady in it. Sb
my dear!' she cried, amazed. nm
This is not my place? Kate, or CHI
: you -" ha
mo, no, dear! Sit still. OF course in
lie place of precedence is yours" said sh
ma, gently. That is right. | will he
t by you and do the work" sliding
into a chair. re,
Kate, in a dumb rage, found herself co
But what could she dop no
ma was right. She was right, too.
hen Bob sent up for a third cup of Oh,
zen tea. in leaving it untitled. he
You think you want more,n she
i'd. her light, smiling eyes holding Pc
S firmly But you are mistaken, ow
ebert; you do not. You only th n,x
oh,
1t is a fact memorable among the ma
renches that Bob never asked for a moi
ird cup again. it
These Trenches were undisciplined no,
their eating, as in every thing else. hcl
hen grandma asked for deviled lob 1t,
Or, Anna. with an innocent face. hel
We her cold chicken. S
wv child did not hear me-" The sist
aud she quietly ate her