The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-07-14
CHAPTER yIu-(Continued.)

marked, gratefuliy. but lue AOS-
OF the buffets came when the barrier
hills were passed and the sure! hoIses
made no motion to turn in at the gate
Of the old oak shingled house beyond
the iron works.
Hold onl" said Tom. "Doesht 'he
driver know where we live?
That's the sup'rintendents ONCE ana
lab'ratory now. son. 1t was getting 20
be tolerably noisy down here for your
NANNY, so nigh to the plant AND we
allowed to s'prise you We've been
bufldin' us new house up on the
knoll lust this side O. Major Dabneys.
II was the cruelest Of the changes
the one hardest to bear; and 1t drove
TIE boy back into the dumb reticence
which was a part of his birthright- HAD
they left him nothing by which TO Te-
member the old days-days which were
already beginning to take on inc
glamour OF unutterable happiness past
Tom saw well-kept lawns. park-hke
groves and pretentious country villas
where he had once trailed Nance Jane
through the dark woods, ana MS
father told him the names and clrcuh-
stance of The owners as they drove mp
the pike There was lockwood, the
summer home of the Stanleys, ana Inc
Dell, owned, and inhabited at in-rVais'
by Mr.. Young-Dickson, OF the SCUM
Tredegar potteries. Farther aious
there was Paramount, whose owner was
q wealthy cotton-seed buyer; fsooh
Hill, which Tom remembered as lhe
ancient roosting ground or the hisra
tory winter crows; and farnsWoItn
Park. ruralizlng the name or It's pulid-
er On the most commanding OF the
Ill Of Oh Ten
nessee marble with turrets and many
gables, rejoicing in the classic name OF
warwick Lodge. This. Tom was told,
was the country home of Mr.. Farley
himself. and the house alone had cost
. fortune.
At the turn in the pike where you
lost sight finally of the iron-works,
there was new church. miniature In
native stone Of good old Stephen
Hawker's church of Morwenstow. Tom
gasped at the sight of 1T, and scowled
when he saw the gilded cross on the
tower.
"Catholic," he said And right here
In our valley"
~No."eaid the father: ATS Episcopal
Tan. Colonel Farley is one o. the YES
tries, or whatever you call 'em, OF st
Michaels yonder in town / reckon he
wanted to get his own kind o. people
round him out here, so he built this
church. and they rum IT as sort of
side-show 20 the big church. Your
nanny always looks the other way
when we come by"
Tom looked the other way, too.
watching anxi)usly for the first sight
OF the new home They reached it n
good time, by a graveled driveway
leading up from the white pike between
rows OF forest trees: and there was
second negro waiting to take the team
when they alighted at the veranda
steps.
The new house was a two-storied
brick, ornate and palpably assert.ve
with no suggestion Of the homely ,rn-
fort of the old Yet when his mother
had wept over him in the wide hail.
and there was time to go about. taking
II all IN like a cat exploring a strange
garnet. ii was not so bad.
But there were compensations, and
Tom discovered one OF them on the
first Wednesday evening after his ar
rival. The new home was within easy
walking distance OF Little Zoar, and he
went with his mother to the prayer
meeting.
The upper end OF the pike was un-
changed, and the little, weather-beaten
church stood IN its growing of piles,
the sane yesterday, to- day and for
ever. Better still. the congregation, the
small Wednesday NIGHT gathering at
least, held the familiar faces of the
country folk. The minister was a
young missionary. zealously earnest.
and lacking as ct the quality OF hard
hess and doctrinal precision which had
been the boys daily Sread and meat at
the sectarian school. What wonder,
then, that when when the call for tesli-
mony was made. the old pounding and
heart hammering set in. and duty,
duty. duty. wrote itself in flaming let
tiers on the dingy walls?
Tom set his teeth and swallowed
hard. and let a dozen of the others rise
and sptlk and sit again. He could feel
the beating of his mothers heart. snd
he knew she was praying silently for
him, praying that he would not deny
his Master. For her sake then
but not yet; there was still time enough
after the next hymn-after the next
restimony-when the minister should
give another invitation. He was chain
ed to the bench and could not rise; his
tongue clave to the roof OF his mouth
and his lips were like dry leaves. The
silences grew longer; all. or nearly all
had spoken He was sitting.
whatsoever therefore shall confess
me before men. him vii; confess also
before my Father which is I'm heaven
But whatsoever shall deny me before
men. him will / also deny before my
Father which is in heaven" 1t was tn,
solemn voice of the young minister, an,
Tom staggered to his feet with the
lamps whirling in giddy circles.
Il feel TO say that the Lord is pre-
cious to my soul tonight. Pray fol
me, that may ever be found faith
full"
He struggling through the words %
the familiar form gaspingly and sal
down. A burst of triumphant sons
arose:
20 happy day. that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my Cod"
and the ecstatic aftermath came. Tru
ly. 1t was better TO be a doorkeeper II
the house of God than to dwell in tn
tents Of wickedness. What bliss wa
there to be compared with this heart
melting, soul-lifting blessing for dut.
done?
1t went with him good part of tn
way home. and Martha Gordon respect
ed his silence. knowing well wha
heights and depths We're engulfng tn
young spirit.
But afterward-alas and alas; tina
there should always be an after
ward"i When Tom had kissed hi
mother goodnight and was alone IL
his upper room, the reaction set ia
What had he done? Were the words
the outpouring Of a full heart; Di'
they really mem anything to him. o
to those who ] ard them? He graspet
despairingly at the fast-fading glorie
Of the vision, dropping on his knees q
the bedside. 90 God, let me see The
and touch Thee. and be sure, sure.
he prayed. over and over again; an
so finally sleep found him still on hi
knees with his face buried In the bed
clothes