New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-04-07
I'VE all want to keep our faith the man said at

course It Is one phase of my illness 1t must he.
suppose Miss MacCalum would say that didn't
relax enough" Here Temple brought her glance
down to her companion. and smiled again.
"Mr Boynton did you ever lie on the floor and
roll your head around?
mo but will II YOU think ought. Does the
process make one have more faith?'
Indirectly, | suppose. And ii tends to reduce
abnormality. | could tell you few things that
are almost specifies against anything abnormal
But perhaps your tendencies not in that drec-
ton are they? If YOU could find it within the
bounds Of truth to answer yes you've no IDEA
what a comfort that answer would be-"
Yes" was the prompt reply.
ooh thank YOU so much. You know we poor
mortae are made so that if we have smallpox IT is
great comfort to us to find that some one else has
1t also"
Temples face was gradually clearing while she
spoke until, as she finished, she broke into a
laugh which sounded out in the woods as B'ynton
remembered her laugh to have sounded in the lit
tie boat on the Broad.
What Internal chance had made her think she
had experienced religion, and then that she must
marry the preacher?
These questions flashed through Boyntons
mind as he Joined in her laugh.
Then he seized the leading part in the talk ana
kept it persistently upon the old time when they
two had known each other. He called it the odd
time" with a slight tenderness in his voice al
though hardly four years had elapsed since MS
first acquaintance with her.
He saw her grow brighter and brighter He
had never exerted himself more to he entertain
ing and never felt more keenly the stimulating
certainty Of success in the effort.
His spirits rose intoxcatngly as he walked
through the wood by the ponys side.
With every moment that passed Temple
seemed more and more like the girl whom he had
taught to play the violin.
When they emerged from tho path into the pub
lie highway Re said that he dared not keep Mrs
Mercer AT footpace any longer. lie begged
that she would allow him to ride over from the
next town where he was stopping, and join her.
Would she let him come tomorrow?
Yes"
"Thanks-a thousand thanks" He lifted his
hat She noted vaguely the happy CLEAN in his
eyes
She cantered on toward Miss Drowdys.
Boynton walked down the road A keen sense
Of life the inebria,ing fulness Of life. made him
step ike king.
As for Temple. she set her pony into swift
gallon; she whisted to Yucatan. The two ami
mails seemed to be running away as they fled
down the lonesome road.
No one saw them but the birds and the chip
hunks.
A half hour later when Temple rode into Miss
Drowdy's yard, Sally ran out and lifted her off
the saddle
Dress de Laud" she cried ferventiy, "Yo.
done got yer ole look on"
But Temple sank down on Sally's arm. her
strength all taken apparently. by her ride
A half hours rest and cup Of milk restored
Temple so that she from her bed and went
to her trunk. which set against the wall She
, opened 1t and flung out the things until she
came to her violin
She set this on her lap and held II there for
some moments h"r eyes fixed on the window
opposite her
She was recalling the last time she had played
IT, and how the people had been moved by the
hymn she sung
And she had prayed then Well she had not
prayed since But she should DO so some time.
She must Richard did not know that she did
not pray any more. She had finally told Mrs.
Ammidown. told her painfully, if making
confession of great sin and Mrs Ammidown
had laughed gently and replied that It only
! matter Of healthy nerves and body generally.
| That was just like physician. Physicians
| ascribed everything TO the body.
Temple took her fiddle from its place and tuned
IT, Presently she put it up her shoulder and be
| gan walking about the room, playing. singing
| with the music she made.
A little bird in the air
Is singing Of Thyr the fair.
| The sister of SVcnd the Dane;
| And the song Of the garrulous bird
| In the streets OF the town is heard
| And repeated again and again.
| Temple sang this twice over Then she quickly
| laid down the bow and violin. She walked 10 the
window like one who suddenly discovers that he IS
| imprisoned and who is wild to escape
| She threw up the sash and put her head out
I A mild air blew upon her. In the distance a
| chickadee sang cheerfully.
She let down the sash. She stood in the middle
| Of the room. Then she flung herself down on the
bed and began to weep as stormlly as If she were
| only ten years old
| Presently there was a whine and scratch out
side the door which was hestatlngly opened to let
| the Newfoundland walk in.
| Temple raised her head. She becllored TO Yucca
tan who trod solemnly up to her and put his big
muzzle to her face. socitousy licking 1t. She
! pressed the shaggy head to her bosom, moaning
as she did
Outside Almina heard the sound Of sobbing, and
| did not know whether she ought 10 ntrude re-
| main where she
| But Sally coming in from the barn with the odoI
OF hay and out-of-doors strong uron her. did not
hesitate. She strobe up TO the closed door and
flung 1t open her feet shaking the little house as
she went across the floor
Temple was lying face down upon the bed, with
Yucatans nose pressed up to her neck. Her hands
were flung out and shut tightly.
The yellow woman bent over and lifted her mis-
tress In her arms. Temple pitiably thir
that her weight was not much, and Sally pu
Temples head down on her shouler after she haC
gathered her closely. She walked about the room
with her burden, saying:
Ssh! Honey. Sh! Sh De Lawd's gwine fu
| to take care OF yo'. Fur shore. de Lawd's gwn
to do 1t. Yo' needn't worry more; no, yo' needn't
NJ hyars ole Sally Hyar's ole Sally. who jes
nintedlv glyes her wort bless lie nn tor No' honey