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Bellefonte, Pa., July 3, 1914.
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The Story of Waitstill Baxter
[Continued from page 6, Col. 4]
isn’t here yet, so don't stand there in
the rain,” he called. “Look at the nose-
gay I gathered for you as | came
through the woods. Here are pussy
willows and red maple blossoms and
mayflowers. would you believe it?’
Lois Boynton took the handful of
budding things and sniffed their fra-
grance.
“You're late tonight. Ivory.” she said.
“Rod wanted his supper early so that
he could go off to singing school, but I
kept something warm for you, and I’il
make you a fresh cup of tea.”
CHAPTER Ill.
Something of a Hero.
VORY went into the little shed
room off . the kitchen, changed
his muddy boots for slippers and
made himself generally tidy, then
he came back to the living room bring-
ing a pine knot which he flung on the
fire, waking it to a brilliant fame.
“We can be as lavish as we like with
the stumps now. mother, for spring is
coming,” he said, as he sat down to his
meal.
“I’ve been looking out more than
usual this afternoon.” she replied.
“There's hardly any snow left, and
though the walking is so bad I’ve been
rather expecting your father before
night. You remember he said when he
went away in January that he should
be back before the maytlowers bloom-
ed?”
It did not do any good to say: “Yes,
mother, but the mayflowers have
bloomed ten times since father went
“I’ve been locking out mors than usual
this afternoon.”
away.”
persistently when tirst her mind began
pense.
Instead of that Ivory turned the sub-
ject cheerily. saying, “Well, we're sure
of a good season. | think. There's
been a grand snowfall and that. they
say, is the poor man’s ‘manure. Rod
and I will put in more corn and pota-
toes this year. 1 shan’t have to work
single handed very long, for he is grow-
ing to be quite a farmer.”
“Your father was very fond of green
He had tried that, gently and |
| "The older sister is Waitstill,
“Her name is Patience, but nobody
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’
but her father calls her anything but '
Patty, which suits her much better.”
“No; the name wasn’t Patience, not
the one I mean.”
Per-
haps you mean her.” And Ivory sat
down by the fire, with his book and his
pipe.
“Waitstill! Waitstill!
Such a beautiful name!"
“She’s a beautiful girl.”
*“Waitstill! ‘They uiso serve who only
stand and wait.’ ‘Wait, I say, on the
Lord and he will give thee the desires
of thy heart’ Those were wonderful
days, when we were caught up out of
the body and mingled freely in the
spirit world.” Mrs. Boynton was now
fully started on the topic that absorbed
her mind, and Ivory could no nothing
but let her tell the story that she had
told him a hundred times.
“lI remember when first we heard
Jacob Cochrane speak.” (This was her
usual way of beginning.) *Your father
was a preacher. as you know, Ivory.
but you will never know what a won.
derful preacher he wus. My grand-
father, being a fine gentleman and a
governor, would not give his consent to
my marriage. but I never regretted it.
never: Your father saw Elder Coch-
rane at a revival meeting of the Free
Will Baptists in Scarboro and was
much impressed with him. A few days
later he went to the funeral of a child
in the same neighborhood. No one who
was there could ever forget it. The
minister had made his long prayer
when a man suddenly entered the
room, came toward the coffin and
placed his hand on the child's fore-
head. The room in an instant was as
still as the death that had called us to-
gether. The stranger was tall and os
That is it!
commanding presence; his eves pierced
| our very
hearts, and his marvelous
voice penetrated to uepths in our souls
that had never been reached betore.”
“Was he a better speaker than my
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tather?’ asked Ivory, who dreaded his !
mother’s hours of complete silence even i
more than her
cence.
“He spoke as if the Lord of Hosts
periods of
reminis- !
had given him inspiration; ag if the |
angels were pouring words into his
mouth just for him to utter,” replied
Mrs. Boynton. “Your father was spell-
bound, and I only less so. When he
ceased speaking the child's mother
crossed the room and, swaying to and
fro, tell at his feet sobbing and wail-
i ing and imploring God to forgive her
| sins.
They carried ber upstairs, and
when we looked about after the con-
fusion and excitement the stranger had
vanished. But we found him again!
As Elder Cochran said: “The prophet
of the Lord can never be hid: no dark-
ness is thick enough to cover him”
There was a six weeks’ revival meet-
ing in North Saco, where 300 souls
were converted, and your father and |
were among them. We had fancied
ourselves true believers for years, but
Jacob Cochrane unstopped our ears
so that we could hear the truths re-
vealed to him by the Almighty! It
was all so simple and easy at the be-
ginning, but it grew hard and grievous
afterward: hard to keep the path, |
mean. [| never quite knew whether
God was angry with me for backslid-
ing at the end, but I could not always
accept the revelations that Elder Coch-
rane and your father had!"
Lois Boynton’s hands were now
quietly folded over the knitting that
to be confused, from long grief and | 'A¥ forgotten in her lap, but her low. |
hurt love, stricken pride and sick sus- | tRrilling voice had a note in it that did
{ not belong wholly to earth.
There was a long silence: one of
many long silences at the Boynton
! fireside. broken only by the ticking of
corn, but he never cared for potatoes,” |
Mrs. Boynton said. vaguely. taking up
her knitting. *1 always had great
pride in my cooking, but I could never
get your father to relish my potatoes.”
“Well, his son does. anyway.” Ivory
replied, helping himself plentifully
from a dish that held one of his
mother’s best concoctions, potatoes
minced fine and put together into the
spider with thin bits of pork and all
browned together.
“I saw the Baxter girls today, moth-
she would give any heed to what he
said, but from the sheer longing for
companionship. *The deacon drove off
with Lawyer Wilson. who wanted him
to give testimony in some case or other
down in Milltown. The minute Patty
saw him going up Saco hill she har-
nessed the old starved Baxter mare,
and the girls started over to the Lower
Corner to see some friends. It seems
it's Patty’s birthday, and they were
celebrating. 1 met them just as they
were coming back and helped them lift
the rickety wagon out of the mud.
They were stuck in it up to the hubs
of the wheels. I advised them to walk
up the Town House hill if they ever
expected to get the horse home.”
“Town House hill!" said Ivory’s
mother, dropping her knitting.- ‘That
was where we had such wonderful
meetings. Truly the Lord was present
in our midst. And oh, Ivory, the vi-
sions we saw in that place when Jacob
Cochrane first unfolded his gospe! to
us! Was ever such a man!”
“Probably not, mother,”
Ivory dryly.
“You were speaking of the Baxters.
I remember their home and the little
girl who used to stand in the gateway
and watch when we came out of meet-
ing. There was a baby too. Isn’t there
a Baxter baby, Ivory?”
“She didn’t stay a baby. She is sev-
enteen years old today, mother.”
“You surprise me, but chlidren do
grow very fast. She had a strange
name, but I cannot recall it.”
remarked
the clock, the purring of the cat and
the clicking of Mrs. Boynton’s needles,
as, her paroxysm of reminiscence over,
she knitted ceaselessly, with her eyes |
on the window or the door.
“It’s ahout time for Rod to be com-
ing back. isn't it?" asked Ivory.
“He ought to be here soon. but per
haps he is gone for good. It may be
that he thinks he has made us a long
enough visit. I don’t know whether
your father will like the boy when he
comes home. He never did fancy
company in the house.”
Ivory looked up
from his Greek grammar.
an entirely new turn of his mother’s
| mind. Often when she was more than
, usually confused he would try to clear
i th her brain by gent!
er,” he continued not because he hoped | the cobwebs from her bru y gent y
questioning her until she brought her-
self back to a clearer understanding of
her own thought. Thus far her vaga-
ries had never made her unjust to any
human creature. She was uniformly
in astonishment
This was |
sweet and gentle in speech and de-
meanor.
“Why do you talk of Rod’s visiting
us when he is one of the family?"
Ivory asked quietly.
*“Is he one of the family? I didn't
know it.” replied his mother absently.
“Look at me. mother, straight in the
eye. That's right.
to what 1 sav.”
[Continued next week. ]
False Start Better Than Inaction.
Many persons pass their lives on
the edge of an enterprise which they
never truly begin; they study guide
books and learn the experiences of
others who have pioneered, but they
do nothing themselves except ponder
about the cost. All this is waste and
has nothing but waste as its result.
Better to make a false start than to
g0 nowhere.
Hollander’s Use of Canals.
By using the canals for the trans-
portation of peat hundreds of boat-
men and their families find a means
of livelihood in Holland. Aside from
a certain amount of freight which is
shipped by rail, there are yearly be-
tween 5,000,000 and 6,000,000 cubic me-
ters (cubic meter—35,314 cubic feet)
of boat space necessary.
Now listen, dear,
Gun Powder
is made of nitre, charcoal, and sulphur in
proper proportions intimately mingled
with water. Nitre, charcoal and sulphur
without that exact proportion and com-
mingling have no more explosive value
than common dirt. The nourishment of
the body is made out of the food which
is eaten; bread, meat, potatoes, etc. But
unless this food is perfectly mixed in the
stomach with the digestive juices it is as
incapable of nourishment as the unmixed
elements of gun powder are of explosion.
For this reason health cannot be gauged
! by appetite. To obtain the benefit of
NS | food, to have it converted into nourish-
ment for blood, nerve and muscle, the
organs of digestion and nutrition must do
their part. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical
Discovery makes blood and flesh, bone
¢ and muscle by putting the digestive and
. nutritive organs into perfect working
Trivial Consideration.
Doctor—*I hear the operation lately
performed by Doctor Cutem was a
botch.” Friend—“Why, I understood
the patient was completely cured by
it.” Doctor—(loftily)—*“I am not speak-
ing of its effect on the patient, but of '
the way the operation was perfo med.”
condition.
—If you always want to have the
best take the WATCHMAN and you'll
have it.
It has no equal as a remedy
for diseases of the stomach and organs
of digestion and nutrition.
Modern Love Philter.
When a young girl in the East end
of London is jilted by her lover she
invariably proceeds to the nearest
chemist’s and purchases some orris
root, which she takes home without
speaking to any one and burns it.
The one who has jilted her is then
sure to repent and return to her.
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