Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1908-08-13


and pressed it SO passionately that il
woke and cried.
Still the child or I will leave the
house. said Ezekiel Babb. You would
do well to throw a wet cloth over its
mouth, and let it smother itself before
it work woe on you and others. Wher
it is quiet, I will proceed He paused.
When the cries ceased he went On;
IT watched Eve as she danced.
could not leave the spot. Then &
rope was fastened and stretched Oh
high, and she was to walk that. A
false step would have dashed her 10
the ground. l could not bear 1t.
When her foot was on the ladder, !
uttered a great cry and ran forward;
l caught her, would not let her go.
was young then He remained silent,
smoking, and looking froWningly be-
lfore him. I was not a converted man
then. Afterwards, when the word or
God was precious to me, and I saw
that might have had Tamsine BoVey,
and Buncombe, then ! was sorry and
ashamed. But it was too late. The
leyes of the unrighteous are sealed.
was fool. l married that dancing
girl
He was silent again, and looked
modify at his pipe.
I have let the fire die out he sad,
and rekindled as before. I cannot
deny that she was a good wife. Blu
what availed it me to have a woman
in the house who could dance like 4
feather, and could not make scald
cream? What use to me woman
who brought the voice of a nightin-
gale with her into the house, but no
-loney? She knew nothing of the
work of a household. She had bones
like those of a pigeon, there was no
strength in them. had to hire
women to do her work, and she was
thriftless and thoughtless, so the
money went out when it should have
come in. Then she bore me a daugh-
ter, and the witcheTy was not off me-,
so I called her Eye-that is your Eve,
and after that she gave me sons, and
then'-angriIy-'then, when too late
she died. Why did she not die half
a year before Tamsine Bovey married
Joseph Warrington? If she had, l
might still have got Buncombe-noW
it is gone, gone for ever
He knocked the ashes out Of his
pipe, and put it into his pocket.
Eve was her mothers darling; she
was brought up like a heather to love
play and pleasure not work and duty
The child sucked in her mothers ma
ture with her mothers milk. When
the mother died. Eve-your Eve-was
a grown girl, and I suppose nome be
came uncomfortable to her. One day
some play actors passed through the
place On their way from Exeter, and
gave a performance in our village. i
found that my daughter, against my
command, went to see it. When she
came home, l took her into the room
where is my great Bible, and I beat
her; whether she went after the play
actors or not l never inquired
Did you not go in pursuit?
Why should l? She would have
run away again. Time passed, and
the other day CHANGED to come across
a large party Of stTolIers, when l was
in plymouth on business. Then ]
learned from the manager about my
child; and so, for the first time, heard
where she was. Now tell me how she
came here.
Ignatius Jordan raised himself il
his chair, and swept back the hair
that had fallen over his bowed face
and hands.
1t is passed and over he said.
Let me hear all. I must know all,
said Babb. She is my daughter.
Thanks be, that we are not called to
task for the guilt Of our children.
The soul that sinneth it shall surely
die. She had light and truth set be
fore her on one side as surely as she
had darkness and lies on the other,
Ebal and Gerizim and she went after
iEbaL 1t was her blood. She drew
it of her mother. One vessel is for
honor-such am I; another for dis
IhonOr-such are all the Ewes from
the first TO the last, that in your arms.
Vessels of wrath, ordained to be
broken. All! you may cherish that
little creature in your arms. You may
strain it to your heart, you may wrap
it round with love, but it is in vain
that you seek to save it, to shelter it,
It is wayward, wanton, wicked clay;
ordained from eternity to be broken
I stood between the first Eve and the
shattering that should have come to
her. That is the cause of all my woes.
Where is the second Eve? Broken IN
soul, broken maybe in body. There
lies the third, ordained to be broken.
He folded his arms, was silent whiIe
and then said; Tell me your tale.
How came my daughter to your
house"
CHAPTER II.
Last Christmas tweIvemonth,' said
IIgnatius Jordan slowly, I was on the
ImoOr-Morweu Down it is called.
Night was falling. The place-where
the road comes aIcng over the down,
from Beer Aston and Beer Ferris.
'dsre say you came along it, You took
boat from Plymouth to Beer Ferris,
land thence the way runs-the pack
men travel ito the north TO Laun-
ceston. 1t was stormy weather, and
1.-THE snow drove hard; the wind was so
high that a man might hardly face il.
II heard cries for help. l found a party