The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-04-30

.sEo. or course NOT canif think
how can be 50 forgetfnL It's. worse
sometimes than others. It's worse to-
dap because I knew the mzyflorrers
were blooming. aud that reminded me
II was time Tor your father to come
home. You must forgive me, dear.
and win you excuse me II sit in the
Kitchen avvailes The window by the
SIDE door looks ont howard the road.
and II 7 Put candle on the sill It
shines quite a distance The lane is
such q long one. and your father was
always. d sad sttImbier in the dark.
shouldn't Ike him to think wasn't
looking for him when he's been gone
since january
Ivory's pipe went ont. and his book
slipped fom hfs knee unuoticed.
His mother. was more confused than
usual. but she always was when
spring came 10 remind her of her hus
bands promise. S0mehoyy. we'll used
as be, WINS TO her mental wnnderings.
they made bin uuGsy tonight His
father bud left home on q fancied mis-
sion. a duty he believed 70 be a rsvela-
ton give, by God through Jacob Coch-
rane. The farm did not miss him
much ut hrst. Ivory reflected bitter
~, for since his fanaticaf espousat OF
Cocliranlsm hts fathers interest In
such mundane matters as huusehold
expenses had diminished month By
month undI they bad no meaning for
him at all. Letters to wife and boy
had come az 6rst. but after six months.
during which lie had written from
many places. continually deferrng the
date of his return. they had ceased al
together The rest was silence. Ru'
1ors OF bis presence here or there
came from time TO time; but. though
Parson Lane and DR.. Perry did thelr
best, none OF them were ever substan-
rfafed.
Where had those years OF wandering
been pissed and bad they all been
given even TO an Imaginary and fan
tastic service or God. Was bis fatheF
dead? II he were alive, what could
keep him from writing Nothing but
a very strong reason or a very wrong
ono, so bis son thought at times.
Since Ivory had grown 70 mans es-
tate he understood that IN fhe later
DAYS OF Cochrane's preaching his vi
sions.s 'InspIrations'' aud "reveia-
tIous'' coneernIng the marriage bond
were a tribe startling from the old
fashioned orthodox point OF view. His
most advanced disciples were TO hold
themselves In readiness 70 renouBee
their former VOWS and seek "spiritual
consOrts," sometimes according to his
advice, sometimes as their inciinations
prompted.
Had aaron Boynton forsaken will
ingly the wife OF his youth, the moth
err of his boy? IL 50 he must have re-
allied to what straits he was subject
ing them. Ivory had not forgotten
those drst few years OF grinding pow
erty. anxiety and suspense. his moth
er's mind had stood the strain braveiy,
burt it gave way Mt last; not. however,
until that fatal winter journey to New
Harnpshire, when cold exposure Sand
fatigue did their worst for her weak.
body. Religious enthusiast. exalted and
unreasonable, a natural mystic. she
had probably always been. far more so
in temperament, indeed. than her bus
band; but, although she left home on
that journey a fraiI and heartsick Vvo-
nan. she returned a different creature
aEtogether blurred and confused in
mind. with cIouded memory and IRA
tional fancies-
She must have given up hope just
then. Ivory thought and her love was
SO deep that when It was uprooted the
soil came with it. Now hops had re-
turned because the cruel memory had
faded altogether. she sat by the kitch-
en- window In gentle expectation.
watching, always watching.
And this is the way many Of Ivory
Boynton's evenings we're spent. while
the heart OF him, the fye-and-twenty-
year.old heart OF him, WAS longing 10
feel the bent of another heart, a girls
heart only mile or more away. The
ice in Saco water had broken up and
the white blocks sailed majestically
down toward the sen. Sap was mount
inc and the elm trees we're budding:
the trailing arbutus was blessomlng in
the woods; the robins had come-ev-
erything was announcing the spring.
yet Ivory saw no changing seasons in
his future; nothing but winter. eternal
winter there!