The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1898-01-11

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III day night. And she 'conldn't on
Joy her meeting privileges unless her
hands We're employed.
Grandma Hamor's goodness re-
NAMED hnquestioned, and the congre-
gaIon bore patiently the clicking of
her knitting needles until one evoi,i,,..
Grandma Fischer arose-she ALWAYS
spoke IL meeting openly as
serted that ''iSatan hal come also
among them" in the person of one
who worked Sunday.
The warfare that resulted was lone.
anu threatened to divide the church.
Gran Ina Hamor was finally ac-
quilted OF intentional wrongdoing. but
Mrs Lot Appleby. in those DAYS of a
liveiy temper-her placidity had come
on y with her tifties--gave Grandma
Fisher what was ocally known as a
piece of her mind.
Grandma Fisher died that wear re.
suit of the church quarrel. people said .
aud her daughter had never forgiven
Mrs. Appleby.
1t was an open secret that Young
Nahum Appleby, when he was at home.
nal never had eyes for any girl but
Leah Trull, and it had been remarked
that 1t would De "a real good chance
/ for Lsah, but Leah was her mothers
loyal daughter, and had never even
allowed Nahum Appleby to walk home
with her
One reckless soul hal whisperel to
Mrs. Trull that opinion that Wahum
Aappleby would he "a real good chance
/ Tor Leah and the little woman had
iierce'y gazed upon Leah, and aljured
her to promise that she would never
have anything to say to them that had
brought her grandmother I 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 woman ="
1t was either because of her strong
will, or BECAUSE she was so devoted to
them.
Il must say ] could have stood il
better If it had been ANYBODY but
Esther Appleby that got the rags. -
SAID Mrs. Trail feebly. as thew entered
their own house. 1t was the first
thing she had said in response TO
Leans 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
] suated her mother to use her Icah'sl
old waterproof cape, n green and blue
plaid, to ill in the back ground of
/ her rug. 1t was not worn ont. oc-
cording to Burberry Island standards.
but 1t was threadbare, and there was
n place where, as Leah demonstrated
one could stick ones finger through
/ the cloth
It made a good background for the
bouquet of China asteYs, but alas! it
only made Mrs. Trull long the more
intensely for the pink one.
"1ou don't suppose She is braidinr
up all those beautiful rags. do vou?"
SAID Mrs. Trull wistfully TO Leah.
1t was three weeks after the rags
had been assigned to Mrs. Lot Apple-
by. and 1t was the first time that Mrs.
Iru'i had spoken Of them. except to
say that she expected nothing but
what folks would say they kept back
tha5 waterproof cape on purpose"
Il don't believe she has so much q 9
looked them over. said Leah. "She's
been having company, and She doesn't
care much about rugs anyway. Ino-
tlcej when L came by the house yes
terday, that the great ra-ba- that's
always hanging by the woodshel door
was just As full as it couldihold. Shes
gone visiting over to the main now.
anyway; Gale Rams1ell was getting
the captains catboat ready to take her
over. when l went down to the wharf
to help father with his nets this morn
ing. Her Aunt Jerusha Baker Is sick.
and she's going 10 stay with her two
or three DAYS: so Gale said"
Leah went fishing with her father
that afternoon, when there was no
school to teach. And that afternoon
Mrs. Trail did her housework in nm
absent and listless way. She went
often to the window, and looked across
the rocky pasture to the eresncr.
smoother, upland where Captain Lot
Appiehy' house stood. large and pros
porous and fresh with white and Green
paint
seems as it twas ordained for some
to have everything. she murmurel
There was large piece Of the wa.
terproot cape left. and she tucked it
under her arI AMI stole ont OF the
house. and by devious. unfre1uentel
path, around The rocky pasture.
The App.Hav house stood silent and
deserted IN the Nay sunshine.