The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-02-06
81. aft.r The hollow iormul. Of II.

"Oh. M. Hinson!' The toll-sats
girl stood at the fence, . blue apron
over her head, her sleeves rolled up.
| Brother Boone turned in an atti.
tude OF rigorous attention. Certainly
red, hair, though held by many as a
mean infection OF nature, is not alto
| gether ugly when the sun smiles
| through it. And Mrs. Meeks' niece.
| though one Of Adams evil brood, hnd
| kind OF gentleness in her eyes-alook
| SO warm and compelling that Brother
Boone caught himself short in won
dering II perhaps Mother Ann Lee
might not have appeared thus whom
she drew mems hearts to the truth.
That msant the abjuration OF any.
thing like kindly feeling for blue eyes
ringsd darkly.
''What do you want?" demanded
Brother Boone, coldly, feeling that an
attack is often the best mode OF de-
tense.
The girl looked scared. Oh-why-l
was going to ask you II you'd always
lived here, seeing you pass every day.
/ kind OF wondered il you'd ever lived
in town. I'm from Cincinnati myself.
Have you ever been there? We lived
on the side OF Mount Adams. 1t was
really gay there. You could hear tho
band play in the Highland House Up
on top" She rushed on: Crowds
20 there on summer nights. Thoy
drink beer and ginger ale, and sit
around listening to the music. But
maybe you've been2"
"Nay," confuted Brother Boone, in
terrible voice. ITO junketing-
place where wine-bibbers congregate!
Nay"
mice people 60 there" faltered
Nora; mot Shakers, of course, but
you know"
II know little OF the world" Broth
or Boone condescended to explain, II
have been to several Kentucky towns,
and nowhere else"
Don't you get lonesome sometimes
over there, where it's 80 quiet?" ven
tured the girl.
"Lonesomel" frowned he, dropping
the scythe, "among SO many holy peo-
ple-the worlds elect l esteem 1T @
blessed privilege to be one OF them. l
should be indeed wretched to live in
, the outer darkness"
"Should your" said Nora. 'Now l
would rather work my fingers to the
bone in the world than be one OF them.
scnttIa honnats,
Sha stonnod sbort Mrs Meel,s was
col,;no L.r
mArT Ma IooL nj Won o-dawdlino
, +bora ,,h;la tho dish-woter cools off.
6 ond =, "a with no lame n hack AS ever
: had in me life. Pm too easy with you.
. freaz;na - ),
"cnod, hive Mr. Hinson.o said the
. o;,, .1ooo5'h w.
mprotbar H;nson - he corrected her
.GonS.hve
"cha ~ fro;, l;ttla thing he said
, 20 h;n,aslf slasb;no the.weeds down
70 himself siaei,ns o - ori
~ band Thay nrs ali ;dle thes,
!. wor,d,s women This Nora. no doubt
I'LL. tha rast IL .he dared he -
! Or Jav wbsn ba went hv he saw he,
;, nou at Variance witn Vic U1no a. yAfra
she bantered adark-browed man hang
ing over her porch rail.
Inc evii OF the human hearts, past
9 computing, declared Brother Boone
shouidnt wonder il Jane Meeks
thinks OF marrying again. II she takes
up with that Joe Hutton she will re-
gret IL; trliiing scamp"
, IL cha.nced, on certain evening in
september, that he met the d-haired
/, girl lace to face, as he took a short
GUY through corniield west OF Shak-
ertown' it was well for sunset. A
ldnguid yellow melted about the earth,
goIden, like ring in which a great to-
paz Dlazed; Cowbells tinkled faint
and far in the distant roadway. Two
pare-iegged Shaker boys were walking
a stone fence hard by, shouting as
tney pltehed about for balance.
MRS. Meeks' niece looked winter than
ever, ana her threadbare gown hung
loose Her hair was disordered and
mace misty bronze glow behind her
heaa.
are you sickY demanded Brother
boone, oiuntly, stopping the way.
NO, she SAID. And then he saw
enae she had been crying, that her
eyes wet even now, as he looked
INTO their Diue depth:
brother Boone had never seen any
we, woman cry save old Sister Ellen Gray