The Newtown bee., 1897-07-02
THE NEWTOWN BEE.
NEWTOwN, FRIDAY, JULY Q.
CIRCULATION:
JANUARY !, 1889 900
FAST WEEK, 800
The Home Circle.
The Deacon's Dreams.

the well-beAten yard, and both mOthe
and daughter started nervously, the lat
ter slipping her book hurriedly out o
sight, and starting toward the stove.
"It's only Willie," and Mrs HeywortI
resumed her patching with sigh of re
lief.
The boy who entered threw himsel
dejectedly upon the long, high-back set
tee, and buried his face for a moment IL
his hands, then, starting up, exclaimed
81 might just as well give up first a
last, suppose"
oh, Willie, did father say you couldn'
go?'
1t was the girl who spoke, and her face
famed red and hot as she turned to heI
| brother.
"Of course he did! might have
known it." he added, in a choked voice
''but | did think that surely he would
consent when he knew how much want.
ed to go to college, and how hard had
tried to prepare to enter this fall"
sd d you tell him about 1t, Willie? '
Eyes, but he only said needn't say
another word !; he had set his foot down
that his boys should be farmers, and
farmers had no need of college; it only
made them lazy and stuck-up-lazy and
stuck-up! As If / wouldn't work my
fingers to the bone and study all night
long, IL only" and his voice broke away
in a sob.
He was sixteen; great, shy, awkward
boy; with promise of manly beauty on
the smooth face, and broad, white brow
a prophecy of noble manhood In the clear
eyes, the firmly set lips, and well-poised
head.
This was his ambition; to 20 to col
lege, to know the many many things that
students knew; by day and by night it
had been his one wild hope, sleeping or
waking, ever present with him.
~ do think it's too bad, and father is
just as mean as he can be don't care y"
she exclaimed deaantly, turning deter
minedly away from her mothers admon-
tory MARY. Mary! Cbild!' 81
don't care. II father wanted US all to
bate him he couldn't try harder than he
is doing all the time to bring it about.
There isn't a day that he doesn't set his
foot down. as he says, to something we
all hate and protest against. You know
as we'll as | do, that il it hadn't been for
some things, 'Lizabeth would never have
left home, and If he don't mind thereIl
be one or two others missing one of these
mornings"
And having "said her say" she turned
her flashing grey eyes and flushed, burn
ing face away from them toward the
heated oven, where, after giving the
nicely-baked bread vigorous thump
and shake, she deposited it again, instead
of upon the table, as she should have
done.
well, grieving won't do my work.
said the boy, with q pitiful attempt at
cheerfulness. "I'll just have to quit
thinking about it, that's ALI" And he
walked slowly away from the house, and
off over the meadow lot with a sad,
hopeless air, that made the mothers
heart ache. A whittier look camel over
the patient, carewern face, and the
lines about her mouth settled into tense
rlgidity as Mrs Heyworth's eyes fol-
lowed her son. Was it right! Was it
just that her cbildren's lives should thus
be cramped and narrowed down to the
standard of one little soul?
10 81 6a- LII g..
les that she could not at heart blame her
daughter for the sudden outburst that
had just Occurred-there was too much
truth in the girls rapid words. Poor
Willie! How hard he had studied, every
moment that he could snatch from work
preparing himself for examination-hop,
ing. although against hope, to enter col.
Iege. How proudly he had exclaimed
dashing down the books gleefullv:
"There mother? there's not an exam.
pie in this / cannot solve, or a PROPOSE
ton | cannot state, and as far as these
fellows" rapidly running over othel
text books, "there's not a question herr
[ cannot answer, from lid to lid; ana
now, mother, don't you think perhapI
father will let me go?"
And then she thought, with shiver
of the words of her restless, high-spirit
ed daughter:
''If he don't mind, there will be one o.
two others missing one of these morn
ings."
| Would it end In that at last? Alread,
one had gone, searching elsewhere TO
the freedom TO think and act that was de
MED at home. Was it right that all tn
sunshine, all the happiness should b
crushed out of their lives? She kneN
that it was not, and had not she an equa
right to determine upon their future wit
their father?
s The sunbeams slowly heightened
creeping up and over her feet, her wor
and her folded hands, until they flashe
upon her with sudden blindness.
"Come, Mary, it's most time for SUI
per, and father'Il soon be in from til
field ~ and she gathered mp her wor
with a weary sigh.
s'Ihe deacon 10 kind enough at heart
she thought, half apologeticallys onl
he's so SET"
For moment she fingered in q
: doorway, then, turning away, said, hu
riedly:
4 1.-THE men are coming; you skim Il
milk, child, while l cut the brea
Where is the bread? and she glanc,
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