Middletown transcript., 1910-09-24

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Maynard entered the little stone
church and walked quietly for
ward to the Judges pew. The
respectful glances of the other
worshippers followed her, as she
knelt for a moment in silent
prayer, then rose and opened her
ancient hymnaL
To these prosperous citizens Of
Roseboro, she embodied the arts
tocracy, for it never entered their
loyal hearts to assume that the
fallen fortunes Of her house-and
only gentle Miss Peace knew
how far they had fallen-had
weakened in any way her inner
tied claim to pre.eminence.
True, the old Judge had been
gone for many years, and his
granddaughter lived alone in the
old brick house, but Roseboro
never faltered in its loyalty.
The Sabbath quiet crept into
the heart of Peace, as she sat in
the place where her ancestors
had Worshipped for generations.
Her bosom, under the gray Of
her gown, rose and fell calmly;
her sweet and still youthful face,
beneath the violet hat, mirrored
the harmony Of her placid soul;
and her neighbors, many of whom
were her equals in education and
much superior to her in expert.
ence and knowledge Of the world,
gszed upon her with sffectionate
approval.
There was one woman this
morning in the church who had
mo share in this admiration for
Miss Peace, but had been known
TO voice revolutionary senti-
relative TO the uselessness
of dead and gone ancestors. She
was q newcomer among them;
everything about her was new
her wealth, her house and even
her air Of superiority. But be
that Ias it may, she had borne
down upon the refined and some
what exclusive precincts Of Rose
boro, ami although there seemed
10 be an invisible social boundary
across which she had never been
able to step, she had faith that
her wealth would eventually re.
move the barrier.
Meanwhile, she wore gay silks
10 church, and looked like a
garish and intruding parrot in
the midst of doves; for it was an
1nwritten law in Roseboro that a
true lady went quietly gowned to
The house of God. Her hats were
likewise impossible, when judged
and condemned by the local
Mild old Deacon
Weston, whose lot it was tostrive
'or occasional glimpses Of the
minister on either side Of these
creations, had once been heard
o say that they made him ner.
7ous for fear they would begin
% sing.
There had been a stir-a very
light and we'll stir-this
morning, as a tall, bronzed man
jtrode up the aisle. behind Mrs.
Ellison and seated himself beside
hat much over. dressed woman.
Roseboro, long habituated to-
he idea that anything belonging
o her must. of necessity, SAVIOR
i her glaring and offensive per.
Ionality, gazed first in surprise,
hen In startled approval upon
he stranger.
His manner was unobstructive,
ret self-possessed, his face was
decidedly attractive and there
Vere lines Of quiet humor about
be corners Of his mouth.
Abilena Treat, who sat across
be aisle, arranged her dimity
ounces and the knot Of her blue
ash, and her mother, who was
70nt to check with sternness any
necessary movement on the
art Of Abilena, did not appear
notice. /,
As the sermon droned on, the
lrangar's glance wandered here
i'd there about the old church.
paused upon the tablets, dedi.
ated 10 the memory Of the Judge
i'd his father, the Colonel;
irayed 20 the still forms of the
orshippers themselves, and at
Sc Il rested upon the slender
cure 81 Peace Maynard, as she
y u the Judges pew.
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lrprisa ~ hiadat eyes, as they !
ssted npQ her. Something Of /
wet E,Hiade her turn /
* heal d heiDeyes met. I
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