The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1897-12-18

whose Sabbath began at shutdown Sat-
urday night. And she couldn't en-
joy her meeting privileges unless her
hands were employed.
Grandma Hamor's godliness re-
NAMED unquestioned, and the congre-
cation bore patiently the clicking Of
her knitting needles until one evening
Grandma Fischer arose4she always
spoke in meeting-and openly as
serted that "Satan had come also
among them" in the person Of one
who worked Sunday.
The warfare that resulted was long,
and threatened to divide the church.
Grandma Hamor was finally &C.
quilted of Intentional wrongdoing, but
Mrs. Lot Appleby, in those days of a
lively temper-her placidity had come
only with her fifties-gave Grandma
Fisher what was locally known as a
piece of her mind.
Grandma Fisher died that year re-
suit Of the church quarrel, people said;
and her daughter had never forgiven
Mrs. Appleby.
It was an open secret that young
Nahum Appleby, when he was at home,
had never had eyes for any girl but
Leah Trull, and it had been remarked
that it would be "a real good chance
for Leah, " but Leah was her mothers
loyal daughter, and had never even
allowed Nahum Appleby to walk home
with her.
One reckless soul had whispered to
Mrs. Trull that opinion that Wahum
Appleby would be "a real good chance
for Leah;" and the little woman had
tiercely gazed upon Leah, and adjured
her to promise that she would "never
have anything to say to them that had
brought her grandmother to her
grave"
Leah had promised, although her
face had whitened while she did so.
People wondered why her family "gave
in so to that little mite Of a woman
it was either because of her strong
will, or because she was so devoted to
them.
II must say I could have stood it
better if it had been anybody but
Esther Appleby that got the rags, "
said Mrs. Trull feebly, as they entered
their own house. It was the first
thing she had said in response to
Leah's tender condolences. Even her
pride seemed to have failed her.
Leah had laughed and TESTED at the
supper table, making light Of Barber
ry Islands devotion to rag rugs, to
hide her mothers silence. She per-
suaded her mother to use her (Leah's)
old waterproof cape, a green and blue
plaid, to fill in the back ground Of
her rug. It was not worn out, &C
cording to Burberry Island standards,
but it was threadbare, and there was
a place where, as Leah demonstrated,
one could stick ones finger through
the cloth.
It made good background for the
bouquet Of China asters, but. alas! it
only made Mrs. Trull long the more
intensely for the pink one.
"You don't suppose she is braiding
up all those beautiful rags, do you?'
said Mrs. Trull wistfully to Leah.
It was three weeks after the rags
had been assigned to Mrs. Lot Apple
by, and it was the first time that Mrs.
Trull had spoken Of them, except to
say that she expected nothing but
what folks would say they kept back
that waterproof cape on purpose"
II don't believe she has so much as
looked them over" said Leah. "She's
been having company, and she doesn't
care much about rugs anyway. no.
ticed when I came by the house yes
terday, that the great ragbag that's
always hanging by the woodshed door
was just as full as it couldihold. She's
gone, visiting over to the main now,
anyway; Gale Ramsdell was getting
the captains catboat ready to take her
over, when I went down to the wharf
to help father with his nets this morn
ing. Her Aunt Jerusha Baker is sick,
and she's going to stay with her two
or three days; so Gale said"
Leah went E al':"E with h -, father
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