The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-09-16

! ing all the hours she had TO herself
They were not many. for every day
she trudged 70 the Boynton farm and
began with youthful enthusiasm the
household tasks that were so soon to
be hers by right
Don't waste too much time and
strength here. my dearest" said Ivory
"Do you suppose for moment ! shall
keep you long on this lonely farm? !
am ready for admission 10 the bar or !
am fitted TO teach In the best school in
/ New England Nothing has held me
here but my mother. and In her pres.
ent condition OF mind we can safely
take her anywhere We will never
live where there are so many memo
ries and associations 10 sadden and
hamper us. but go where the best ops
portunity offers and as soon rs may
be. My wife will he n pearl Of great
price" he added fondly. ''and intend
to provide a right setting for her"
Ivory was right Waitstill Baxter
was indeed jewel OF n woman She
had little knowledge but much wis
dom, and after all knowledge stands
for the leaves on tree and wisdom
for the fruit There was infinite rich
ness In the girl. a richness that had
been growing and ripening through the
years that she thought 50 gray and
wasted.
Those lonely tasks. too hard for a
girls hands, those unrewarded drudg
cries, those days Of faithful labor In
and out Of doors. those evenings Of
self sacrifice over the mending basket
the quiet avoidance OF all that might
vex her fathers crusty temper, her pa
hourly holding back of the hasty word
all these had played their part; all
these had been somehow welded into
a strong. sunny. steady life wisdom.
there Is no better name for II. and so
she had unconsciously the best Of all
harvests to bring up dover to hus.
band who was worthy Of her.
These were quietly happy days at
the farm. for Mrs Boynton took a new
II transient hold upon life that de
ceived even the doctor. Rodman was
nearly as ardent lover as Ivory, how
ering about Waitstill and exclaiming.
"You never stay to supper. and it's 50
lonesome evenings without you. VIII
II never be time for you to come and
live with us. waity. dear? The days
crawl so slowly" At which Ivory
would laugh. push him away and draw
Waitstill nearer to his own side. say
ing, 'If you are in hurry. you young
cormorant. what do you think of mef
I'VE can never wait two more days.
Rod: let us kidnap her. Let us take
the old bobsled and run over to New
Hampshire where one can he married
the minute one feels like 1t We
could do II between sunrise and moon.
rise and be az home for late supper
Would she be too tired TO bake the
biscuits for us. do you think: What
do you say. Rod, will you be best
mann And there would he youthful.
unaccustomed laughter floating out
from the kitchen or living room. bring
ing a smile of content to Lois Boyn-
tons face as she lay propped up in bed
with her open Bible beside her. HE
binds up the broken hearted" she
whispered to herself He gives unto
them garland for ashes. the oil Of
Joy for mourning. the garment Of praise
for the spirit of heaviness."
The quiet wedding was over. There
had been neither feasting nor fnery,
nor presents nor bridal journey. only
homecoming that meant as deep and
sacred a joy. as fervent gratitude as
any four hearts ever contained In all
the world But the laughter ceased.
though the happiness flowed silently
underneath. almost forgotten In the
sudden sorrow that oycrcame them.
for II fell out that Lois Boynton had
only waited as II were for the mar
rage and could stay no longer
80 There are two heavens $50
Both made OF love-one. inconceivable
Ev'n by the other. so divine II Is:
The other. far on this side OF the stars.
BY men called home
And these two heavens met over at
Boynton's during these cold. white.
glistening December days.
Lois Boynton found hers arst- After
q windy moonlit night a morning
dawned In which hush seemed to be
on the earth. The cattle huddled to-
gether In the farmyards and the fowls
shrank into their feathers. The sky
was gray. and suddenly the white
heralds came floating down like scouts
seeking for paths and camping places
Waitstill turned Mrs. Boynton's bed
90 that she could look out of the win
dow. slope after slope. dazzling In
white crust. rose one upon another and
vanished as they slipped away into the
dark green Of the pine forests.
Then.
. - there fell from out the skies
A feathery Wilderness over all the land;
A strange. soft. spotless something. pure
as light
It could not be called storm. for there
had been no wind since sunrise, no
whirling fury. no drifting. only a still.
steady, solemn fall OF crystal fakes.
hour after hour, hour after hour.
Mrs. Boynton's book OF books was