The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-05-02
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A Tnle OF shakertown. Ky.
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The wind rose early that October
morning and came over the meadows,
shaking showers Of red leaves from the
elms. Little Sister Cynthia came out
to me to the dairy with her Shaker
bonnet pushed of her glossy hair. rus
ting the heaps of leaves as she walked
and stopping to listen at the sound as
If she liked 1t.
What are you doing, childY ask
ed, for Of late had come 70 fear Tor
her, she was SO young and so taken up
with noticing ordinafy things, like the
catbirds that had nest out by the
spring, or the way the hills looked
when they were spotted all over with
shadows. My heart sached sometimes
when she would turn her great shining
eyes to me. She was sanctiHed, /
knew, but It didn't seem safe for SIM
pie Shaker folk to be seeing something
out Of the ordinary In everyday things.
What am doing, Sister. Caroline?
Why. just listening" she said.
II don't see much sense listening to q
lot Of dead leaves rustling," answer
ed II always feel gloomy and uncom-
Portable until they're raked UP and set
ON fire."
THAT'S the reason I like it." she
said. because 1t sounds solemn"
You'll find enough solemn things in
this world without hunting up dead
leaves" answered. 'eYou are likely
to hear solemner and awfuller sound
before long,"
"What do you meanr she asked.
They are getting ready to fight"
said. pointing over the hills. Brother
Paul has just told me that there is go
ing to be q great battle. They will
main and murder each other"
"How terrible!" she said. her lips
quivering 'Why do men do such
th!nSSss?"
Before 1 could answer her there
camo the clatter Of horses. and par
ty Of soldiers rode by, with young
Henry Pendleton at their head.
"Ah." said, "he's fine Iadi It's q
pity he was born into wickedness to be
gEeo..s.'
"He doesn't look wicked" she said
as the young officer waved his cap
to us. -.
"Nay, Cynthia" returned, my fenir
coming back; "thinl. not OF mans
looks. It does not become child Of
the church,
why, I never think of him, Sister
Caroline" che said seriously. t'I never
Eaw him but once or twice, whe.s he
came over TO the village scr Brother
Paul emit even remember what he
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ana his brown, curly hair,
"Ah. my child" answered, ''remem-
ber that love Is AUST and leadeth to
damnation! Do not .iet the thought
enter your heart . 9,
"Oh, Sister Caroline" she sa:ii, with
shudder. "you know could sooner
bring myself to do murder. than to
yield to the awful lust you have told
me OFT" And she covered her eyes, as
IL that could shut out the thought.
Cynthia was molding The little but
ter pats and printing them. when the
battle began. We could hear the sound
Of the cannon like faroff. thunder over
the hills. At first the peals were few
ant. Far between; then they grew Fast
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