Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1892-08-19
OUT OF SIGHT.

ewes sparkling, dragged her Aunt Jane from
room to room to show her new house and
her wedding presents. She laughed and
almost danced as she walked, in sheer de-
light
81 have everything that heart could wish
for, Aunty! Nobody could find fault
with John-character, or appearance, or
position We have a good income, and
this house is perfect. / start fair am
going to be a model housekeeper. l have
divided off the days SO much time for the
house, so much for study, for social duties,
for church work. mean to excel in every
walk in life. You see?' with a keen
flash of the eye which limited that her jest
was secretly earnest.
They sauntered through every apart
ment.
"But where" asked Miss Tracy, ''are
Mr. Carters musical instruments? l
heard he had most interesting collec-
ton
"Oh! lot of old Chinese drums and
Arabic flies. Dingy, ugly things! He
could not play upon them. | put them in
the garnet. | could not have the house
cluttered up with them. 1t was just fad
of Johns"
Glove me, love my fad, said her aunt,
laughing.
my love does not show itself about
abiect trihes." said the bride, too veXed to
be grammatical. My husband, thank
God, knows how true and deep it is If
ever great trials come into our life, it will
not fail him / can 90 down with him in
to the depths.
Miss Tracy was touched by the ardent
light in the young wife's eyes. Tears
came to her own.
"Still, my dear, she said, Il should
bring out his battered drums
Mrs Garter FASTENED to change the sub
ject. Nov here is Uncle Toms gift. A
cashmere shawl Yes, it is wonderful. 1t
was made for a Rance. 1t makes me feel
as if were queen to own it. l am the
Rance, secretly, unbeknown to you all.
The old lady fingered the exquisite web
with delight. ''Why don't you wear it,
Margaret" she exclaimed. 'Why don't
you keep it out in sight? 1t gives one
such genuine pleasure to look at these col
ors.
NO said Mrs. Carter, folding it up
and replacing it in the box; lone must
not make precious things too common.
Cashmere shawls or-love," she added,
Significantly, with the smile of calm supe-
riority usual to women who are young
enough to be sure that they are infallible.
pair lasted but couple of days. She was
a quiet, middleaged woman who support
ed herself by teaching Margaret who
had been motherless girl, loved her better
than all of the wealthy aunts and cousins
who had petted and INDUCED her since
childhood.
Aunt Jane she told her husband
''has had nothing to give me; but | drOI
my anchor on her She loves me as my
mother would have done!"
In spite of this tender affection, how
ever, Miss Tracy had rarely ventured tC
advise her very intelligent and resolutt
niece before marriage, and now she hest
tated long before she limited a warning
But she was not blind.
81 don't think she said gently, on,
night when Margaret took her to her room
THAT John cares for classical music"
HE ought to care, said his wife
sharply. I'm educate him up to it,"
He is very found of ballads. WHY
q would you not sing them for him, dear?"
milk for babes" laughed Margaret
81 will not humor him in such ridiculous
tastes"
Miss Tracy hesitated sit seems to me
Margaret, that you do not humor him il
any taste whether it be for ballads, or no
cakes, or an idle walk alone with you"
Affection does not show itself in in
dulging childish fancies. l will SHOW
John other and better ways"
THAT is-your ways?'
eff you like to have it so, yes. The,
are not childish
The next morning Miss Tracy found he
niece environed by formal array of Greel
Testaments, lexicons and concordances
"This is my hour for Bible study" she ex
planned. 81 have no family worship.
is so apt to become a merely perfunctor
form. never intend religion to become
hackneyed patitude from too common us
in my house" She spoke, as she ofte
did, as if recting phrases which she ha
conned in private.
"But," hesitated the older woman, gop
back perhaps to some dream of her ow
of that marriage which never came to he
-''forgive me, dear child, but ! suppOs
You and John read chapter every day an
pray together?n
The young wife flushed. "John is nc
a member of any church, she said, cOldly
81 do not intend to thrust my faith upo
him at regular intervals like his food an
clothes. Some time-if great trouble c
any crisis in life should come to u.s. wi
bring the matter before him."
'But-don't you think that men reall
at heart care more Tor the question OF II
lgion than for any other? Don't 70
think, too, that they look upon women q
kind of born missionaries? No doul
John expects you to speak of this thin
and is surprised that you do not do it,"
81 shall do it at a fitting season." sal
Mrs. Carter, in a tone which effectual
closed the subject.
After Miss Tracy had gone Margaret S,
riousy considered this matter She fal
cied that John sometimes looked wistful
at her Bible, which lay on the little tab
near her bed. Could Aunt Jane be righ
Would he like to read and kneel with h
to pray?
Margaret Carter loved her husband al
loved her God but her love, like her L
dian shawl, was hidden carefully away,
be produced only on great emergencie
Her religion was of the kind which tax
keen delight in a great theological arg
ment. She thought, indeed of the A
mighty as an immortal dogma. 1t W
not the religion which would find vent
snatches of fervent hymns, or the consta
upward glancing of an eye to a de
Father who never had failed to hear her.
Her lofty, righteous theory about wife
duty and love would have struck terror
TO a host of Western Divorces. But
for running to meet John when he cal
in. or bothering the cook about the st
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