Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-20
A Mistake
The Story of How Two
Sisters We're Reunited.
BY PAULINE D.. EDWARDS

GIS LNGuly IA LiO6G lOu& YEATS LueV
had not exchanged a word.
No one in Rosedale knew why abb
gail had suddenly taken up her resi-
dence in the north wing of the old
house and Sophia had settled her be-
longings In the sunny south half. At
the time conjecture had been rife, but
the nine days wonder had settled into
a strong conviction that they had dis
agreed over the "prop'ty," for It was
shortly after old Judge Horner's death
that the estrangement began.
Every Sunday morning the sisters
stepped primly down the graveied path
to the gate and IN wordless silence
wended their way to church and up
the aisle to the Horner pew. In vain
had the pastor demonstrated with them
singiy and together. While open to
reason and conviction ON every other
point, they were dumb regarding the
cause of their wordless strife.
1t was June now, and Sophia was
digging among her pansies. She was
slight and pale, with a pleasant, mild
face that now and then startled one
by settling into firm lines around the
mouth. Abigaifs features were cast
in a sterner mold, and the lines about
her mouth were deeper, and this char
acteristic feature in both sisters was
known as Homer spunk,7 and it was
generally agreed that Homer spunk'
was at the root of the trouble.
Abigail stood under the cedars with
a copy of the county paper in her hand.
She was slowly reading an article for
the fifth time:
The Rev. Paul Weemers, pastor of the
Park Methodist church, New York. will
preach in the First church at Rosedale
on Sunday evening next 1t will be re-
membered hat the First church of Rose
dale was Mr.. Weemers' first charge, and
his return will be the occasion of much
pleasure to his old friends and parishion-
ers. Mr.. Weemers win be accompanied
by his wife
She looked across the lockwood hedge
interest Sophia as well as herself.
Abigail thought of this as she stood
there looking at Sophia's STOPPING
form. There was a certain stern in
tegrity about Abigail that urged her
to break the long silence and to i'm
part the news she had read to her sis
ter, There was an underlying tender
ness, too, toward her younger sister
+sas Inc bitter resentment Of years
could not destroy. She resolved that
Sophia should not be taken unawares.
She leaned yer the hedge and drop
ped the newspaper under Sophia's
nose
Sophia squeaked with surprise as the
paper ratified among the pansies, and
there was blank establishment in her
nearsighted eyes as she lifted them to
gaze upon the grim, uncompromising
face of her sister.
Z The latter pointed to the paper with
All old time gesture Of command, and
Sophia, adjusting her s~pectacles,
sought the wrong page with agitated
eagerness. Then she turned the sheet,
and presently a ' cluck and the
dull reddening Of her cheek announced
that she had found the item. In her
excitement the younger woman spoke.
Gle win call" she said softly, as If to
herself.
The next day was Saturday, and all
day long Sophia's lavender muslin hung
on the %clothesline, bending and swaying
in the soft west wind like a misty
wrath of Sophia herself. Abigail look
ed sternly upon the dress She had
been on her way to the front chamber
to look over a well preserved summer
silk, but the sight Of the dress seemed
to proclaim the boldness of Sophia-a
holiness that was unexpected and that
seemed to rouse a stern ~maidenliness
in the older Woman She Redeemed
darkly and went hastily downstairs
again.
In the solitude of her own front
room she sat and thought. The stern
upbringing Of the Homer girls had
discouraged the coming Of s~uitors, and
it was not until after their fathers
death that Paul Wegmers came to
preach at the First church. He had
been equally attentive to both sisters,
and II was perhaps natural that each
should believe herself to be the pre-
ferred one and tie her an interloper.
When Paul received a call to a larger
parish he came to say goodby, and
when he asked old Hannah If Miss
HorneF was in the sisters appeared
simultaneously. Suddenly Abigail was
called away, and when she returned to
the parlor the young minister had gone
and Sophia was standing at the win
dow with Il bewtldered look on her
pretty face.
Then a white rage had taken pos
session of Abigail, and her tongue had
loosed upon the frightened Sophia, who
turned 6ercely with uDbraiding contra
dictlons. After, that scene, which no
one Witnessed, began the long silence.
AS her thoughts wandered back to the
past she knew she had been unjust to
her sister, Tor really neither Of the sis
tiers had any rea reason for thinking
Mr. Weemers was 1 n love with her,