Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1893-01-24

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Elder Sizzum was the speaker. He
smiled In . wolHsh fashion over tha
group, and took his seat beside the lady,
like Q privileged guest.
"Ah. Brother Sizzum," said Mr.. Clith.
eroe, with cherries attempt at wei.
come very different from the frank
courtesy he had showed toward rs, I'VE
have been expecting you. Ellen dear, q
cup Of tea for our friend"
Miss Clitheroe rose TO pour out tea for
him. Sleeps clothing instantly covered
the apostles rather wolash demeanor.
He assumed o manner Of gamesome,
sheepish devotion. When he called her
Sister Ellen with Q familiar, tender air
I saw painful blushes redden the ladys
cheeks.
Brent noticed the pain and the blush.
He looked away from the group toward
the blue sierra far away to the south; .
hard expression came into his face, such
a. had not seen there since the old days
Of his battling with Swerger.
niso Sutuctuo ~ ouOo bkoW Soao she
stern. Nothing could be more distant
than her manner toward the saint. She
treated him ss q highbred woman can
treat q scrub-sounding with every ges-
turs and measuring with every word the
lneffsceabls gulf between them. Yet
she was thoroughly civil ~ hostess. She
even seemed to aght against herself TO
be friendly. But II was clear to by
stsnder that she loathed the apostle.
That she was not charmed with his 90
ciety even his coarse nature could not
fail TO discover. Anywhere else the
scene would have been comic. Here he
had the power. No escape; no refuge.
That thrust all comedy ont II the drama
and left only very hateful tragedy. Still
II was . cruel semblance Of comedy over
. tragic underplot, 10 zee the Mormon's
cringing approaches, and that exquisite
creatures calm rebuffs. Sizzum felt
himself. pinned In bis propsy place. and
writhed there, with an evii look' that
said he was noting all and treasuring oil
against his day Of vengeance.
And the poor, feeble old father-how
all his geniality was blighted and with
cred away. He was no more the master
Of revels at q festival, but the ruined
man, with bailif In disguise at his
dinner table. Querulous tones murmured
In his voice. The decayed gentleman
disappeared; the hapless fanatic took his
place. Phrases Of cant, and the peculiar
Mormon slang and profanity, gave the
color to his conversation. He appealed
TO Sixzum constantly. He was at once
the bigoted disciple and the cowed slave.
Toward his daughter his manner was
sometimes tinorously pleading, some.
times almost surly. Why could she not
rspress her disgust at the holy man. at
least In the presence Of strangers: That
seemed TO be his feeling; and he strove to
withdraw attention from her by an
eager, trepidating attempt to please his
master. In short, the vulgar, hard.
headed knave had this weak, lost gentle
man thoroughly In his power. Mr..
Clitheroe was like . lamb whom the
shepherd intends Arst TO shear close,
then to worry TO death with ours, and
1t last to cut up into keebaubs.
Brent and ! kept sloof ~ much ~ We
might We should only have insrlted
the chosen vessel and % injured our
friends.
With sunset Elder Sissum. after some
oily vulgarisms Of compliment to the
lady, walked Of on camp duty.
We also rose TO take our leave. We
must look after our horses.
Mr.. Clitheroe's old manner returned
the instant his spiritual guide left us.
"Pray come and ses ~ again this even.
ing, gentlemen" aid be.
1--WE viii, certainly" said Brent, look
ing toward Mls Clitheros for hsr invi.
tstion.
It did not come.
"Oh, year said xr. Clithsroe. inter.
prsting Brent's look; "my daughter will
b charmed to see you. To tell the truth,
our brethren In the camp are worthy peo.
pie, ws sympathiss deeply In the faith,
bot thsy ara not altogether In manners
or education quite such - We have bscn
sometimes accustomsd 10. Il u one OF
The infamous wrongs Of our English sys.
tens Of caste that Il separates brother
msn, mannsrs, Language. thought and
life. We have - Jet besu able 70 have
little except religions communion With
our fsllow travslsrs toward ths Promissd
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