The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1896-11-26

nlRnI, anu now sat
before bright blazing fire in her own lit
tie parlor Her thoughts had gone out on
many errands of kindness as she sat
there in the s!iadowy twilight. Moth
ing unusual for her, however, for her
life was living epistle that could be
read of all men, it was so humble, quiet,
holy, Christ-like. She loved TO sit thus
in the twilight and plan her little love
crrands, and think how many poor
would be likely to need her porridge the
next day, how many little shiyering
children she would meet and relieve, or
what deed of kindness she could do 10
bring sinners into the better way. For
Aunty Morton had grown wise in her
intercourse with the world. She had
found that whatever the difficulty of
understanding words, deeds are almost
always ineligible, and she revealed
her soul in inarticulate speech as an
eernest pure and truthful life. This
was n language which the profoundest
admired and the simplest could appre-
cinte. Her pastors most elaborate dis
course on sanctification proved tame
and ineffective in comparison with the
cloqucnce of this woman's humble and
holy walk with God.
Many were Aunty Morton's thoughts
on the evening we introduce her to the
reader The minister had given notice
that in two weeks would he Thanks
giving service. She wondered why peg
pie should have to be reminded to give
thanks. Her life was one continual
song of Thanksgiving. 1t would have
been in accordance with her idea of
many things If the president and gov
ernors should say in the beginning of
each year: Let the present be year
of continual Thanksgiving, inasmuch as
the bountiful blessing OF basket and
store is not given an withdrawn in u
day"
Then the minister had made a re-
quest that all his parishioners should
come to church that day, especially
those who were sometimes remiss In
their attendance, and he, with the
Lords help, would endeavor TO hand
forth convenient food for them. There
was one thing the minister said that
seemed TO have significance for her,
and she dwelt long upon it in thought:
"There are many life errors that can be
more easily righted, more lasting rec
onciliations made at this time of cele-
brating mercies than at any other;
perhaps caused by the hallowed associ- !
ations that cluster around the dny. |
Then let each of us look well abou: us
and see il we cannot do something to
make the world better"
Now, Aunty Morton had been think.
Ing about Farmer Granville, a neign.
hor, who, because his daughter would
not marry the man he intended she
should, and did marry the man he IN.
tended she should not. had In an angry
moment forbidden her to come again |
under his roof, and also refused her
any communication whatever with her |
mother and sister. Farmer Granville |
was naturally n kind man, and when |
the paroxysm of anger had subsidized he |
would have been glad had he not said |
any such thing, but his pride kept him |
from recalling his daughter and ac
knowledginG her husband as SON |
Thus things had gone on, and IL had |
now been SIX years since DIR. Wellmnn. |
his son-in-lnw, had made himself rep
utation, and his line of practice was be- |
coming broader each succeeding year. |
while Judge Penrose. the man he would |
like to have had for son-in-law, was |
man of Incorporate habits, and bid
fair TO come out at the end of life with |
less money than he started in with.
IA TO Farmer Granville's family, IL |
scarce seemed like the same family at |
all. Mrs. Granville had dispensed with
some of her domestics, and had taken to /
active labor, thereby hoping 10 find an
antidote for her troubles. She went
so quietly about her self-imposed tasks
that IL really seemed painful TO wit
ness. Farmer Granville was snappish
and cross. until the past year a marked
change had come over him, and he J