The Forrest City times., 1891-11-20

woodbine fir O m which few remaining leaves fnttered in the October wind ard sunshine. He thought he would be home an hour before sundown, bnt the roads are not very good this sime of year and it is long way to the Nurse farm. You better go at once Elizabeth, it gets dark early, and it IS quite walk to the Neck
 Very well, mother; it won't take five minutes to finish these rolls" The shining steel spindle gave ont reso- nant hum; the wheel, great of span but light of motion, flew at the delft touch of her lit le brown had as she ripped the white, sanded floor. draw inc a e-m. smooth thread. Time was that EiilaAx,aeth Edwards sang like bird at her spinif- if-EE ivyy- wheel, but now her work was done duieuy' ana oniy house, was her swe le. strong voice heard leading the teuo with d great Mrs. Edwards rose fros Dln Der straight. backed chair and foldeCxF way 'he iass of her mending into teu chest or drawers. She turned e(fnd examined Eli1abcth's work critically ,N ou arc d good spinner, Elizabeth; N-your yarn looks ke mothers
 Elizabeth coiored slightS'y. Her mother was rarely betrayed in -~o raise of any living creature, and 70 nave her work likened to her grandi inosner S. who was now a glorious Usemn let heaven" was great praise aeaed - as unexpected as 1t oe served Mrs. Edwards oonsioered self pride great sin and she did not feel it upon her con sciey Ace that she had ever fostered it in her children: Their childish love of argProoation had always gone hungry. an10 snc ieit she had done her duty eve though the well done" that justiic ice demanded had been withheld. So l{R lace grew grim again. "I will set tlNewheei pack and put the yarn away, Anghter; oo you go at once"
 Elizabeth took off heT pig apron, tried to smooth down theS Fsch' brown hair that would curl in 1pa.e of her mothers anxious care, whol oeemed it stumbling block" put ol{ her cloak and small, close fitting. blrek-velvet hood and started in search ofsthe cows. Great trees of primeval forest stiil shaded Main street. but tAey were almost bare and great drifts 0f leaves rustled underneath her feet pr were chased in a ..meiry-go-roundV before her. She walked quickly ons the breeze rufied the curls on her white forehead; her eyes--dark as the nook hidden from the sky where the brown leaves fall--glowed deeply. saeiy; now that she was alone and felt hsr face unwatched, . sorrow almoss or despair showed in the lines of mouth and brow.
 .Good-d to you, Elizsbeth.
 She started and looked around hAr, but could see no one. With sn uncanny tauph like the ecno of human laugh Ter. n little, old woman hobbled or her cane from behind a gray tree II the bend of the road.
 '.Ah. good day. Goodwife Williams, 1t is you who are playing hide and seek. Is it?' said Elizabeth with nc pleasure in her voice.
 ''les it's me And you are gong after the cows are you? Well, l VII bear you company part Of the way hear Goodwife Sylvester IS like t' die of her last sickness, and feel tha must exhort her ere it Is too late ' give up her allegiance to the Scarle Woman (meaning the established En giish ehurchl. She has been stub born; l fear me she will prove fire brand of hell.' and she shook ne tren nbling head forebodingly. That 6 line cloak you have; did you weay