The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-06
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WEST PIKE STREET

mesh. aud her bonnet had distinction
that could only have emanated from
Portland or Boston. Ellen Wilson usu.
aily came next. with as much of d
smile to Patty In passing as she dared
venture in the deac6n's presence. and
after her sided In her Younger sister,
Selma, commonly called silly" and
with considerable reason.
Mark had come home. Patty dared
not look up, but she felt his approach
behind the others. although her ewes
sought the floor ana her cheeks hung
out signals Of abashed but certain vel
come. She heard the family settle In
their seats somewhat hastily, the click
Of the new door and the sound OF Law
yer Wilson's cane as he stood it In the
corner; ten the parson rose to pray,
and Patty closed her eyes with the
rest OF the congregation.
Opening them when Elder Boone
rose to announce the hymn, they fen
amazed, resehtful, u1comprehending-
on the spectacle OF Mark wilson and.
ing the place In the book for a strange
young woman who sat beside him.
Mark himself had on a new suit and
wore seal ring that Patty had never
observed before. while the dress, ne.
lisse and hat of the unknown were OF
a nature that no girl in Patty's posi-
tion, and particularly of Patty's dlspo-
sftion, could haze regarded without a
desire to tear them from her person
and stamp them undertook or, better
still, fiaunt them herself and show the
world how they should be sorn!
Mark found the place in the hymn
book for the creature, shared It with
her, and once, when the Grant twins
wriggled and Patty secured better
view, once, Mark shifted his hand on
the page so that bis thumb touched
that of his pretty neighbor, who did
not remove hers as il she found the
proximity either unpleasant or improp-
er. Patty compared her own miserable
attire with that OF the hated rival in
front, and also contrasted Lawyer Will
Eon's appearance with that of her fa.
Their; the former, well dressed in the
style Of a gentleman of the time, in
broadcloth. with fine linen, and a tan
tilk hat carefully placed on the floor
IF the pew. While Deacon Baxter wore
nomespun made Of wool from his own
sheep, spun and woven, dyed and fin.
ished, at the funIng Mill in the vii
lage. and carried a battered felt hat
that had been a matter Of ridicule
these dozen years. The deacon would
be buried in two coats. Jed Morrill, al
ways said, for he owned just that
number and would be too mean to
leave either of 'em behind him.
The sermon was fifty minutes long.
time enough for deal of thinking
Many a housewife, not wholly ertho.
dox, cut and made over all her chill.
aren's clothes in Imagination: planned
the putting up Of her fruit. the max
ing of her preserves and pickles, and
arranged her, meals for the next week,
during the progress Of those sermons.
Patty watched the parson turn leaf
after leaf until the final one was reach
ed. Then came the last hymn, when
the people stretched their aching limbs
and rising, turned their buck on the
minister and faced the choir, Patty
looked at -Waitstill and wished that
she could put her throbbing head on
her sisterly shoulder and cry-,nostly
with rage. The Denediction was said.
and with the fippl Amen" the pews
were opened and the worshipers crowd
ed into the narrow aisles and moved
toward the doors.