The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1902-08-14

d Dlcss my sOui. is II yOurSelI
Stands his whisky well. poor old
chap was Graeme's comment.
AS we neared the church he pulled
up his team, aud we went quietly past
the sleepers there. then again on the
full run down the gentle slope. ever
the little brook and up TO the gate. He
had hardly got his team pulled up be-
fore, tlinging me the lines. he was out
over the wheel. for coming down the
walk, with her hands lifted high, was
dainty little lady. with the face of
In angel. In moment Graeme had
her in his arms. | heard the faint cry,
My boy, my boy" and got down on
the other side TO attend to my off
horse, surprised to find my hands trem-
bling and my eyes full Of tears. Back
upon the steps stood an old gentleman,
with white hair and flowing beard.
handsome, straight AMI stately,
Gracme's father, waiting his turn.
Welcome home, my lad" was his
greeting rs he kissed his son, and the
tremor of his voice and the sight OF the
two men kissing each other. like wom-
en-, sent me again to my horses heads.
There's Connor, motherw shouted
out Graeme, and the dainty little lady.
in her black silk and white lace, came
out 10 me quickly. with outstretched
hands.
You, too. are welcome home" she
said and kissed me.
stood with my hat OFF, saying some
thing about being glad to come, but
wishing that could get away before
| should make quite n fool of myself,
for as looked down upon that beauti-
full face, pale except for faint flush
upon each faded cheek, and read the
story of pain endured and conquered.
ind rs thought of all the long years
Of waiting and of vain hoping, l found
my throat dry and sore, and the words
would not come. But her quick sense
needed no words, and she came to my
help.
You will find Jack at the stable
been here"
"h. -.;Dlc, Why had | not thought
G. l.at before? Thankfully now my
words came:
"NcS, certainly. I'll find him, Mrs,
GraDMc. | suppose he's MS much of a
scapograce rs ever" And - went
to look up Gracmc's young brother.
who had given every promise I'm the
old days Of developing into as stirring
rascal as one could desire, but who,
as l found out later, had not lived
these years in his mothers home for
nothing.
"Oh. jocks n good boy" she an.
swerel, sn.''Ng again, as she turned
toward I'll, Ter two, now waiting for
her upon walk.
The Wee. hat followed was happy
one fDr US ~ but for the mother it
was full (, Q brim with JOY. Her
sweet FAC $ fuH of f-coE ;ent, ana-.l
her eyes s.ed a great peace. Our
days we. spent driving about among
{ hills or strolling through the ma
woods or down into the tamaracl
-waIp whore the pitcher plants and
the swamp lilies and the marigold
waved above the deep moss. In the
evenings we sat under the trees on the
lawn till the stars came out and the
ni-ht Gews drove us in. Like two low
cyS. GracMc and his mother would
wander off together, leaving Jack and
me to each other. Jack was reading
for divinity and was really 4 fine, man
ly fellow. with all his brothers turn
for Rugby, and took to him amazing
ly, but after the day was over we
would gather about the supper table,
and the talk would be Of all things
under heaven-art, football, theology.
The mother would lead in all How
quick she was, how bright her fancy.
low subtle Ler intellect, and through
all a gentle grace, very winning and
beautiful TO see.
DO what | would, Graeme would
talk little Of the mountains and his
life there.
My lion will not roar Mrs. Graeme,'
complained. lie simply will not"
You should twist his tail" said
Jack.
THAT seems TO be. the difficulty,
Jack" said lis mother, 'to get hold Of
lis tale
on mother" croaned Jack, "you
never did such a thing before. How
could you: Is it this Ualeful western
iuGuence"
Il sAa.! reform. Jack" she replied
brightly.
But, seriously, Graeme," remon,
strated, you ought 10 tell your people
Of your life. that free, glorious life in
tie mountains"
Free, Glorious! To some men per.
haps." said Graeme and then fell into
silence
But saw Graeme as 4 new man the
night lie talked theology with his
father. The old minister was q splen'
did Ca.y.u,s,, of heroic type, and as be
G..cogrse1 Of Gods sovereignty and
election his face gl0wcd and his voice
rang out
Graeme listened intently, now and