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

mesh, and her bonnet had distinction
that could only have emanated from
Portland or Boston. Ellen Wilson usu
ally came next. with as much Of a
smile to Patty in passing as she dared
venture in the deacon'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 eyes
sought the door and her checks hung
out signals Of abashed but certain vel
come. She heard the family settle in
their seats somewhat hastily, the click
Of the pew door and the sound OF Law
yer Wilson's cane as he stood It in the
corner; ioen 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 fell
amazed, resentful, uncomprehending-
on the spectacle of Mark Wilson find.
ing the place in the book for strange
young woman who sat beside him.
Mark himself Ind on new suit and
wore seal ring that Patty had never
observed before. While the dress, pc,
lisse and hut of tile unknown were OF
a nature that no girl In Patty,s posi-
ton, and particularly of Patty's dispo-
siion, could have regarded without a
desire to tear them from her person
and stamp them underfoot Or better
still. fiapnt them herself and show the
world how they should be corn!
Mark found the place In the hymn
book for the creature, shared 1t with
her, and once, when the Grant twins
wriggled and Patty secured a better
view. once, Mark shifted his hand on
the page so that his thumb touched
that of his pretty neIghbor, who did
not remove hers as il she found the
proximity either unpleasant or improp-
err Patty compared her own miserable
attire with that Of the hated rival in
front, aud also contrasted Lawyer Will
sons appearance with that OF her ia
ther; the former well dressed in the
ttyle OF gentleman of the time, In
broadcloth, with fine linen, and a tall
tilk hat carefully placed on the floor
Of the pew. while Deacon Baxter wore
nomespun made of wool from his own
sheep, spun and woven, dyed and fin
fshed, mt the fulling mill in the vii
lage. aud carried a battered felt hat
thar had been a matter Of rldicule
these dozen years. The deacon would
be buried in two coats. Jed Morrill, nj
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.
tine enough for deal OF thinking.
Many housewife. not wholly ortho.
dox. cut and made over all her chill.
dren'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 back on the
minister and faced the choir, Patty
looked at waitstitl aud wished that
she could put he" throbbing head on
her slsterly shoulder and cry mostly
with rage. The benediction was said.
and with the tinpl Amen the news
were opened and the worshipers crowd
ed into the narrow aisles and moved
toward the doors.