The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-09-04
The WAY OF THE LORD.


III Anna [. Sadlier in Benzieer's Maoav;,,ol
The sea was dashed into fury. hreali7 ~
mendous uninterrupted waves that rushed for -;
lana over the smooth sand. The sea-birds. av;no
10" against lurld sky, gave token that the storm
was at hand the equinoctial storm +bo+ =; A. IL
September, drove all the village folk indoons a'5
mere upon the Long Island coast reigned s,,nren
tor two or three consecutive DAYS ~
Aua Nerrll stood arm in arm with her cousir
Mary Gardner, enjoying the Wild rage of the ela
ments, the laundering waves the rising wind 49,
crawling foam, and the sense of cornin1 s+ ~
CONNECT IN the air. Most of all she was reioicin ~
the remembrance that during these two or to
I19o u prospective tempest their dwelling would
be more cosy and comfortable than ever nd ttot
II they had to venture forth at all If sbond he -
Ior nasty walk IN spite of the weather to givn =
new zest to life indoors. And then there would no
VISITORS or the actual impossibility of accom-
phshlng anything, whether work or nIav o,,+ f
DOORS caused visitors to come every evening or mart
OF each rainy afternoon. f
he equlnoctial is almost sure to break this
evening" suggested Mary Gardner in her soft low
voice that harmonlzed so well with her gentle face
quiet ,nouse-llke manner, and deprecating brown
eyes, and as she spoke she glanced smilinglv at her
cousin with the pink and white rose-leaf tnte +bo
dark blue eyes and raven hair.
es 1t Will surely break tonight"s Ada an
swered and we shall be practically prisoners for
three DAYS" f lOi
Both Laughter, if they found the prosnec+ very
lar from depressing, and looked away out over the
sea-lne. Neither confded to the other in so many
words the secret anticipation that was =; +bo
mind of each, but both were fully aware that =
existed, """is Dia' !
we may as well say goodbye to the beach,
sad ada, Tor scarcely suppose we shall venture
so Tar IN the weather that is coming"
So vain is human foresight
DO you remember" asked Mary her hro1vs nom
tractlng into thoughtfulness. "a little poem that
Aunt Lucy used to make us recite when we were
chldren-'The Way of the Lord'm
'Of course, [ remember it." cried Ada entbu
siastically, fhere it is:
"In fair sunshine, His ways we bless.
The Lord who rules above,
bis glory shining Ger the earth
Reflects His tender love.
TN wind and storm, His WAYS we see.
And bowling we adore,
Behind their raging is His light
Which shines forevermore
"And should dark clouds obscure our path.
That weeping we deplore
Through darkness we shall see the cross
And bowling, we'll adore"
slight soemnity crept into the thoughts of
both girls, shadow fell upon the brightness of
their faces. But perhaps it was only the reflection
OF that sky which momentarily became more low
erng.
The storm had broken, and with violence I'M
precedented almost in that region. The tides phe-
nomenally high, had exceeded all boundaries and
swept before them boardwalks fences, the arbors
that had been put up for summer occupation upon
the beach, and such belaed bathing houses or boats
as their owners had been foolish enough to leave
within reach OF the water. Over the sea line hung
the clouds, dark and heavily charged with electric
lty, phosphorescent lights played upon the surface
Of the waves and the northwest blast, chilling and
cold, seemed drive before it the last vestige Of
summer.
Within the dwelling where the two girls lived
with their maiden aunt, Miss Lucy Merrill. the
heavy curtains were drawn tight to shut out the
rage OF the elements, fire upon the hearth eaped
and glowed, the lamp shed its white radiance on
books and embroidery and the polished surface of
the piano. AT the center table sat Mary Gardner
deity sorting her many colored threads, drawing
her needle III and out through vine of wild roses
which she was ernbroidering In corner near the |
hearth sat the aunt, deaf, half-bllnd, and already
showing the pathetic eplessness of advancing age
in her attitude while the CLINT of her needles caught
tie glow Of the burning logs.
Ada Merrill stood upon the hearth, poking the |
logs into blaze so as to send q cheerful radiance
over the whole apartment. She wore tight-fitting
gown Of dark red that with certain artistic fit
ness she had donned as an offset that outer drear
mess. 1t showed her figure TO advantage, and en-
phaszed the raven glossiness Of her hair. and the
delicate tints Of her complexion Her foot upon
the fender, she listened with half smile upon her
lips to the fierce bowling winds that shook the very
dwelling seeming to threaten its destruction, and
to the pitiless splash Of the rain against the long,
French windows, and upon the yeranda roof. Down
lower upon the soaked earth, and the gravel path, it
sounded like the footsteps of many people. In her
heart she was thinking that all the warning of the
elements would be powerless to keep him, to keep
them, from coming
The latch of the gate was lifted there were
quick steps upon the pathway. The flush deepened
upon Adas cheek, and the laugh reached upwards
into her eyes as she turned toward her companion.
4.TTere they are!n she cried and on the pale face
at the table appeared two spots Of color, and
sponsive smile in the dark eyes. In another in
slant the bnocler sounded at the front door, and
two dark figures stood in the hall They began at
once to dvest themselves of dripping mac1intoshes