The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1894-07-06

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come that way-they that want it most
get cheated out of it."
"That's SO, Susan" Mrs. Guptill
admitted.
81 can't make it out" continued
Mrs. Chilcott, after minutes survey
of another stray worshiper. esquire
Bean was forethoughted in some ways
and forgetful in others. We always
supposed he'd leave Mandy Liz beth
something"
Mrs. Guptill Strengthened herself
and looked instantly austere and for
bidding, but this did not discourage
her neighbours volubility.
'He appeared kind, and set a good
deal by her, and as good as promised
to leave her something. But there
you can't depend on folks.
"Where is she now?" asked Mrs.
GuptilI, with interest.
"She's living long of his folks,
over to the Cove. She was Bay
Guptill married Cove Guptill. You
might as we'll say human being as
Guptill, in this town"
Mrs Guptill fixed her eyes upon the
opposite wall, but no handwriting APP
peared thereon to refresh her
troubled gaze. Two bright red spots
burned in either cheek, unnoticed by
her companion, whose attention was
becoming scattered.
"What did Mr.. Bean use to call
your niece when she worked there?'
Mrs. Guptill asked, finally, her voice
sounding harshly above the stiffness
that preceded the opening exercises.
MANDY 'Liz'beth. Why?"
But Mrs. Guptill did not say why.
She sat in grim silence. twisting her
black cotton gloves, which she had re-
moved, into hard knot.
4 shrill voice suddenly rang out:
I've reached the land of corn and wine,
And all its riches freely mine,
and the congregation took up the
strain.
Twice during the prayer Mrs. Chill
colt was obliged to nudge the erect
head beside her into q semblanca O.
devotion. To sit upright at such {
time was not in accordance with hel
idea of the duty of ''professine
member" When the service was ove1
and the women were out in the fos
again, Mrs. Guptill asked abruptly
GLOW does you niece appear to ge
along, anyway"
Mrs. Chilcott gave q deep sigh
''There, Mandy it's dreadful! Sh
just manages to live by pinchin:
along"
81 guess we all know what pinchin,
is" said Mrs. Guptill, abruptly turn
ing toward her little light in the dis
lance.
Bring over your work and sit
spell, some day." called Mrs. Chilcott
through the darkness, but there was n
answer.
81 declared Amt she odd" de
manded Mrs Chilcott of the vol
about her, as she stood under drip
ping elm, peering after the dim figur,
of her neighbor. ''She always wa
the closest-mouthed, cur'oustest kline
of person. 1 hope that money won
turn her head; but for my part, Z,
excuse little natural pride in her
bein's she's the only Guptill on record
that ever did have any luck"
Hiram Guptill returned from hi
trip to Portsmouth with the covete,
nets. For weeks it seemed as if he
had purchased good luck with them
Each setting of the nets brought
good haul of fish, for which he fount
an easy market.
His mother seemed strangely luke
warm at his good fortune, but her lac
of enthusiasm troubled him less thai
the indescribable change that ha
come over her. Her voice and fac
seemed to have sharpened, and sh
grew i'll and nervous.
! One afternoon in late November tn
young man announced his intention O
sailing around to the outer harbor il
his dory, and of making a landing a
J the Cove on his way back. The Sc
was as calm as midsummer when h
disappeared around the headland, bu
within two hours a dull roar begal
; along the bar and around the shore
At first fitful, it soon became continr
GUS, until one of those gales whic
seem to be born out of a sudden ca
price of the sea, rather than of tn
heavens, was driving the water /
whitecaps.
= AS long as daylight lasted Mrs
= Guptill did not leave the little windo7
' that looked toward the sea. After tn
evening meal was prepared she watche
= anxiously, with the silence of til
Y house behind her and the roar of tn