The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-11-08
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ton Of the parsonage had so far pro
crossed that she could now find time
for a little sewing, after the dinner
dishes were done.
"Keziah," said the captain pompous-
~, 1--WE expect you to look out for Mr..
Ellery in every respect. The parish
committee expects that-yes."
IN try" said Mrs. Coffin shortly.
yes. Well, that's all. You can go
We must be going, too, Mr.. Ellery.
Please consider our house at your dis
posal any time. Be neighborly-hum
liable neighborly."
Yes" purred Annabel. do come
and see us often. Congenial society
is very scarce in Trumet, for me espe-
cially. We can read together. Are
you fond Of Moore, Mr. Ellery? l just
dote on him"
The last "hum-ha' was partially
drowned by the click of the gate. Re
ziah closed the dining-room door.
Mrs. Coffin" said the minister, Il
Bhant trouble the parish committee.
Be sure Of that. I'm perfectly salts
fed"
Keziah sat down in the rocker and
her needle moved very briskly for
moment. Then she said, without
looking UP:
That's good. 1 own up 1 like to
hear you say it. And am glad there
are some things / do like about this
new place of mine. Becaase-well,
because there's likely to be others that
4 shant like at all"
On Friday evening the minister
conducted his first prayer meeting.
Before it, and afterwards, he heard
good deal concerning the Come
Cutters. He learned that Captain
Eben Hammond had preached against
him In the chapel on Sunday. Most
Of his own parishioners seemed to
think 1t good joke.
The sun of the following Thursday
morning rose behind curtain of fog
as dense as that of the day upon
which Ellery arrived. A fiat calm in
the forenoon, the wind changed about
three o'clock, and, beginning with a
sharp and sudden squall from the
northwest, blew hard and steady. Yet
the fog still cloaked everything and
refused TO be blown away.
Coin out in this, Mr.. Ellery!" ex-
claimed Keziah, in amazement, as the
minister put on his hat and coat about
seven that evening "Sakes alivei
you won't be able to see the way to
the gate It's as dark as a nigger's
pocket and thicker than young ones
In poor mans family, as my father
used to say You'll be wet through.
Where in the world are you bound for
this night?'
The minister equivocatedJ He said
he had been in the house all day and
felt like walk.
Well, take an umbrella, then" was
the housekeeper's advice. You'll
need it before you get back, l cal1ate."
1t was dark enough and thick
enough. in all conscience The main
road was a black, wet void, through
which CLEANS from lighted windows
were big vague, yellow blotches. The
umbrella was useful in the same way
that a blind mans cane is useful, in
feeling the way. Two or three strag-
glers who met the minister carried
lanterns. John Ellery stumbled on
through the mist till he reached the
Corners" where the store was located
and the roads forked There. he
turned to the right, into the way
called locally "Hammond's Turmoil"
A short distance down the Turmoil"
stood small, brown-shingled building,
its windows alight. Opposite its door,
on either side of the road, grew a
spreading hornbeam tree surrounded
Dr. a cluster of swamp blackberry
bushes. In the black shadow of the
hornbeam Mr.. Ellery stood still. He
was debating In his mind a question:
should he or should he not enter that
building?
AS DE stood there, groups of people
emerged from the fog and darkness
and passed in at the door. Some of
them he had seen during his fortnight
in Trumet. Others were strangers to
him. lantern danced and wabbIed
up the "Turn-of' from the direction
of the bay shore and the packet wharf
1t drew near, and he saw that it was
carried by an old man with long, white
hafr ard chin beard, who walked with
slight limp. Beside him was a thin
woman wearing a black poke bonnet
and shawl In the rear of the pair
came another woman, young woman.
judging by the way she was dressed
and her 1.-THE, vigorous step. The trio
halted on the platform of the building.
The old man blew out the lantern.
Then he threw the door open and a
stream Of yellow light poured over
the grous.
The young woman was Grace Van
Horne. The minister recognized her
at once Undoubtedly, the old man
with the limp was her guardian, Cap
tain Eben Hammond, who. by common
report, had spoken of him, Ellery.
as a hired priest"
The door closed. A few moments
thereafter the sound of a squeakys me-
Iodeon came from within the building.
1t walled and quavered and groaned
Theu. with suddenness that was
startling. came the first verse of q
hymn. sung with tremendous enthusi-
esm: