The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-10-19

ming he was sorry he had left Cam
bridge and its safe remoteness. He
wondered, as he lay blinking at the
dazzle of the sunlight reflected from
the bowl of water on his washstand
to the white ceiling above him, If Ann
would tell his uncle that he had kissed
her. And war! The thought came
harshly athwart his softer recollections.
and abruptly he jumped out of bed.
He knew that his mother would expect
him TO accompany her to church, and
he dressed with some expedition.
There was a great crowd at church;
people looked very solemn, Hendricks
thought. and they Joined in the service
with an extraordinary fervor.
Behind him AIMS voice rang dis
tinct and clear in the hymn, and re-
minded him, first of her song the night
before, and then of some revival meet
ings long ago. He began to dislike her
again, under the force of this reml-
n~iscence, and he had lost himself in
wonder at his behavior al the ball,
when the minister gave out the text of
the
Matthew ten, thirty-four-'Think
not that / am come to send peace on
earth; l came not to send peace, but
a sword! !" Hendricks jumped in his
seat, and a flutter of nervous move
ment agitated the congregation. II
came not TO send peace, but a sword"
Up above him the minister stood,
white-robed and remote, speaking in a
deep voice that reached some far place
in his soul, and tortured it. MY
brethren, this is no ordinary Sabbath !;
today is a momentous one in the MIS-
tory of our nation. Fort Sumter has
fallen" Every one inside the church
already knew of that appalling fact,
but in spite of that, a suppressed out
burst of emotional sounds arose.
Hendricks frowned. He hated this
atmosphere of hysteria; he didn't
think much of the way the minister
was talking, extemporaneously, with
out his usual sedate notes. . D..
Nevertheless, he couldn't help listen
ing. . AS a matter of fact, he
couldn't remember ever listening like
that in church before. . . The
old boy evidently believed there
would be a war, all right. He
would just as Soo go to fight, he
thought, but he didn't hold with STIR
ring up a fellow like this. . . He
supposed Ann was in a great state
over it. being only a silly girl. /. +.
AT last it was over. The boy
breathed deep in his relief. He turned
half round, and met with AIMS eyes /;
they were blazing with excitement, but
at the same time there was something
humid about them, and he swung back
reluctantly. She was pretty, he re
allied, above the tumult Of his sensa-
tons.
Outside, he found his uncle waiting
for him. 81 won't take you home with
me today, my boy. Your mother will
want you"
Ann did not look at him at all. She
stood demurely beside her guardian,
tense and remote. She gave the young
man only her profile, but he found her
illtlC hoSC lu IiiiiS 11C "ds
very gloomy as he dutifully accom-.
panied his parents home, for the giddy
sweep of his emotions had left him
rather cross.
In the morning he amazed his moth
er by coming down TO breakfast be
fore nine o'clock-he who ordinarily
slept until noon, when the tyranny OF
chapel at eight was removed from his
life. Where are you off to so earlyT'
she asked.
81 thought 1 would go over to Uncle
Hendricks" the boy said, flushing. He
dumbly resented his mothers pene
trating gaze.
what did you think Of Ann?"
Hendricks lifted his cup, drani
hastily Of the too-hot coffee. and said
"She's pretty"
Mrs. Renneslyer nodded. "She Is al
of that. Your uncle is devoted
to her, Hendricks" She looked rather
sharply al him, as she continued
There is no use shutting our eyes te
the fact that he adores her. We shall