Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-03-23

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gardless of all the gossips said.
The widows cottage was an inviting
spot when the snow lay piled up in great
masses in the roadways and on the noun
tain sides and the mercury was away be-
low zero. A bright light always shown
from the windows while the hickory logs
cracked and sputtered in the wide, open
fireplace. Everything about the place
was SO neat, clean and wholesome look
ing that one felt at home the moment he
crossed the threshold. At least that is
what Deacon Hardin thought as he came
in sight of the cozy home of the widow
while on his way to meeting of the town
board.
The deacon was feeling cold and out
of sorts generally, and somehow his
ideas had been travelling for weeks past
in direction decidedly singular for such
confirmed bachelor as he. All ap-
peared to lead up to one object, and that
was the Widow Martin. The deacon
was getting on dangerous ground, but
he didn't seem to know it. He had al
ways said there wasn't woman who
could catch him. He had lived so long
without one that he was not going to be
taken in by any of them at his time Of
life. Not he, and he grew several inches
higher every time he hugged this conso-
lation to his breast.
But this particular evening he was
unaccountably lonely and disspirited.
Everybody who was anybody in Con-
way was full of rest and cheer and just
brimful of happiness. The spirit Of the
holidays was everywhere, but the deacon
was alone. There was no one to welcome
him, no one to greet him at his home,
except, perhaps, his old housekeeper, who
was deaf and ill tempered enough to sour
the biggest cask of cider in his cellar.
It was no wonder, then, that as he
reached the Widow Martins cottage he
determined to stop just for chat with
her and to warm himself before going to
the meeting. That was all. If he had
been told there was anything else ON his
mind, he would have thought the sugges-
ton ridiculous. The widow heard the
deacon's blackboard stop--in fact, she
had seen him coming up the road-and
there had been hasty glance over the
room, and just peep in the looking
glass on the mantel to see if everything
was in order, long before the deacon's
voice was heard on the frosty air and
the wheels had ceased to revolve in front
of the cottage. BY the time he had
blanketed and covered his horse and led
him to the shed out of the cold blasts
that swept down the hillsides and across
the valley the widow had the door open
and was waiting for her visitor.
81 just thought I'd stop minute, Mrs.
Martin, to warm up, for it's powerful
cold out this afternoon" said the deacon,
stampinghis feet to shake the snow from
his boots before entering.
"Tm real glad to see you, deacon.
Come right in and sit down by the fire" "
In a few moments Deacon Harding
had removed his heavy coat and thick
gloves and was comfortably seated on
one side Of the broad fireplace, while the
widow was rocking herself gently to and
fro at the other.
AS his good temper increased the dea-
con kept looking over at the widow.
What a nice, pleasant little woman she
was, to be sure, and she was pretty, too
there was no mistake about thati He
sat there enjoying his novel sensations
without speaking for long time. Surely
there was something the matter with
him this winters eve. He was usu-
ally able to talk about something wher-
ever he was, but now he couldn't say a
word if his life depended on it, though
he tried desperately several times to start
conversation. And the widow sat
there apparently entirely unconscious.
with her mind seemingly fixed upon
some trife she was sewing.
Did she have an idea Of what was pass
ing in her visitors mind? OF course not.
Women are such dear, innocent crea.
lures, especially widows. The deacon
grew restless as the minutes passed swift
ly by, and finally, as if the heat was too
great, he got up and moved away from
the fire. Somehow, when he settled down
again, his chair was much nearer the
widow, but she didn't seem to notice the
change and kept on sewing.
"It's powerful cold today, Mrs. Mar
tin. There1l be o heavy frost tonight, ]
reckon" remarked the deacon, finding
his speech at last.
''Do tell, Deacon" replied the widow,
shuddering, ''but don't you think you'll
get chilled if you s,t SO far from the firei
Do draw up closer and get warm; you've
got quite way to go to town, and you
must take care Of yourself II such terri
BILE weather.
eyes. ma'am; IL be chilly, that's a
TACT. think will move up piece to
the fire."
elbow kind she ISL the deacon kept re-
peating to himself as he edged nearer
toward the blazing logs and at the same
time drew closer to the rocker, where the
widow still sat sewing.
II saw you at church last Sunday,
Mrs. Martin. The minister preached q
powerful sermon, didn't hep remarked
the deacon after another long interval.
eyes. deacon. and It did me mower