Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-09-21
NO. 3,O03.

Friend Mary Minton stood at the kitchen
table kneading the bread, snowy cap
surrounding her sweet old face like sort
Of working day halo, a white apron tied
around her ample waist. At sixty her
color was as fresh as that Of a girl, her
eyes blue as the blue heavens above.
Ezra, her adopted son-Friend Minton
and his wife had been childless-had Just
brought in a basket Of russell apples, the
very last in the corner bin of the barn eel
lar. He leaned against the kitchen win
dow, playing nervously with the big, vel
vety leaves Of the monster fish geranium
that blossomed there. He was a tall,
manly looking young fellow, with clear
brown eyes, fresh complexion and hair
that grew in curly mat all over his head.
Friend Mary s glance softened rs she looked
at him. IL was evident that he was the
very apple of her eye.
why not, mother?" said he. 81 know
the village gossips don't like the Calverly
family; but you're not one Of the gossip
ing kind"
''She's very young, Ezra" meditativeiy
answered Friend Mary, "and very pretty"
''Oh, if you call those crimes''--
wait a minute, Ezra; thee has not
heard me out. | regret deeply that instead
of going to live with Friend Warburton,
the minister's wife, she has preferred TO
enter the factory, where there are so many
giddy girls and careless young men"
but the pay was so much better,
mother"
"'Man doth not live by bread alone,'"
oracularly answered Friend Mary "Thee
has been carefully brought up, Ezra. Thee
must consider what is right and seemly in
the way OF matrimony. Thy father and
would break our hearts il thee went wrong
after all our hopes and prayers"
81 trust never shall do that, mother"
But thee must remember. Ezra, how
powerful an influence the wife exerts over
the husband"
Mother, are you very much set against
Eveline Calverlyp
Friend Mary hesitated for a moment.
"Ithink 1t would break my heart, Ezra"
she answered. III thee were to wed with a
daughter Of Heth, like EveIine."
Then that settles the question:" said
Ezra quickly. "You have done everything
for me, mother | was houseless, home
less frtendless when you took me in and
cared for me, and should be an migrate
indeed to turn against your wishes now.
But, mother, let me go away for awhile.
Lot me 20 to Uncle Aaron, out In Mon
tana, until-until get over this"
Friend Mary Lifted her tender blue eyes
with plying light to his face.
SIS IL 30 hard with thee az that, my
SOM" said she. "Ob, j am sorryi IL
could almost find IL In my heart"--
Although" le interrupted, with a
forced laugh, Pm not by any means 30
oertain that Evolinc would have me, even
u asked her. Gerard Winthrop Is going
there good deal Of late"
"Yes," quietly spoke Friend Mary, who
by this time hal patted her white, firm
loaves into shape In their shining oblong
pans, all ready (, r the oven, land that Is
one thing do not like. He il interested,
they tell me, In 4 great lottery scheme; he
Is the agent for company down south.
The factory yor ng people have bought
tickets, Eveline among the rest"
Mother, can hardly believe that"
"The superinis ndent himself told me,
Ezra" said Erie q Mary, closing the oven
door with gcutie click. HE regretted
exceedingly that Winthrop had gained
such footing here. Yes, my son, per-
haps thee hal b., ter go 10 Brother Aaron
for few months. Thee needs change"
that seemed like wrenching soul and body
apart. Friend VI ny counted out his socks,
saw to the butte - on bis shirts, refined
the little leathvi trunk with pretty paper
and shed a few I, ars into the neat box Of
handkerchiefs az she PACKED them away.
eff Montana were not such distance
off," she sighed 10 herself "Or II he could
70 any other way except by those dreadful
flying trainsi hank goodness, l never
was on one, aud, please heaven, never
will bel To me il seems little short Of q
tempting Of Providence"
She sat sorrowluily in the chimney cor
ner on the evening Of Ezra's departure
pairing the russo. apples to make a dish OF
apple sauce. How loud che kitchen clock
tickedl How lonely the great silent room
seemed
81 think dil s'kht," she said to herself,
land yeti
Hushl There was q knock at the door.
The minister wife perhaps, or Janet
Golbe, the old carpet weaver who lived
under the mountain, come to borrow the
dye kettle
"Come in, frieri, whoever thee may b"
said Friend Mary.
And Eveliue CGlveriy entered the room,
looking, under her little daisy trimmed
bonnet. like veritable daisy herself.
sAre You alone, drs. Nintonp said she,
flapcing timidly around. "0h, want TO
talk to you so muchf
81 am alone, Eveiips," said the widow.
her heart involuntarily warming toward
the pretty, foweriike young thing whom
Ezra had cared for. But II thee ioes not
mind, thee may call me Friend Mary IL
sounds more suitable In my ears"
If It isn't too familiar" faltersd Eve
line. "You see, I wanted TO talk TO some
one on whom could depend. I'll have
got a lottery ticket here" showing the
white CLEAN Of strip Of paper 10 hen