6 f— ' Mrs. Peabody's Ccmscieftce By DOROTHY E. LEONARD &——fw—iraaaa«B—ii IIIMIJ (Copyright, l*> 4, hj Daily Story rub. L'o.> THE front gate fell to with a claug and Martha Moore turned her head and looked out of the window. "Sakes alive, ma! If there ain't Mis' Peabody coming up the wall;, and it's 'must five o'clock." Mrs. Moore peered o.it furtively be hind the curtain, tliea walked heavily into the entry and opened the door. "Well, Louise Peabody, if this ain't an unexpected pleasure!" cried Mrs. Moore, in her deep voice, as her visitor toiled up the steps. "Dear me! You are all of a tremble. Nothing hasn't happened, has it?" the smile fading from her face, as she took the hard, thin hand extended to her. "Oh, no! I guess I hurried so," pant ed the little woman. "The air's so bracing to-day, I felt as if I couldn't go slow. It's the ozone in it, so Fanny says," she added, as she followed her hostess into the sitting room. Martha turned around and nodded cordially, but did not rise. "I guess you'll excuse me under the circum stances," laughed she. "my lap's pret ty full." Mrs. Peabody laid aside her wraps and sank into the nearest chair, her heart beating like a trip hammer. The table was covered with a profusion of j dainty materials and half-finished gar- ] ments; and, from where she sat, she could see that the work over which the girl was bending was of an elabor ate description. She was sure now that the report she had heard that morn ing was true, and that Martha was go ing to be married to Harry Summers. As she thought of it, and of Harry's attentions to her own daughter Fanny, during the past year, her brain seemed to whirl. At last she was conscious that Mrs. Moore was addressing her. "You didn't bear me. Mis' Peabody. Don't you want to see all we've got done?" "Here take this seat by the window," said Martha, rising, "you can't see well over there." By a great effort she mastered her feelings, and, sitting down by the win dow, silently examined the articles shown to her. "Why this is real lace, Marthy," she 6aid at last, in genuine surprise. "Yes, there's to be a whole set trimmed with that pattern," putin the mother, proudly, "but yet I do think crochet is prettier and washes better, too. Marthy does do crochet \\ onderful!" "So does Fanny!" said Mrs. Peabody flushing suddenly. "Dear Fan!" said Martha, "tell licr to come over Saturday and see my things. Wait, ma! don't show her the veil till I light the lamp The light's ail gone." The veil would have seemed pretty to far more critical eyes than Mrs. Peabody's, but to the poor woman, overwhelmed with the petty cares of a poverty stricken life, it was a vision of beauty, ft was impossible to imagine it on Martha's head, and Fanny's deli cate beauty rose persistently before her eyes until Mrs. Moore broke the silence. "Mr. Moore and I ain't never goin' to tell what we paid for that veil. Even Martha don't know." "It used to be considered awful bad luck to show the wedding clothes," an swered her guest, struggling in vain to suppress the jealousy which surged in her heart. "Oh. we've got beyond such nonsense now," laughed Martha, as she began gathering up her treasures. Her plain, coarse face was flushed and triumph ant. Mrs. Peabody could not endure to look at her, "I just know how she tried to get him from Fanny!" the poor woman thought to herself, "she who has everything in the world she wants, too." At last it began to dawn on Mrs. Moore that her visitor was very silent and possibly bored. "Are Mr. Peabody and the boys well?" she asked. "Yes." "And Fanny? We hear she's goin' to have the school next year, too." "Oh, that's fine for her," said Martha carelessly. Mrs. Peabody's heart beat fast, her brain was on lire. "I guess Fauny'll be havin' something else to do then beside teaching!" she said suggestively. "Why, Louise, you don't sav!"ejacu laicd Mrs. Moore. "Do you moan she's keeping com pany?" asked Martha, peering shrewd ly into the poor woman's face. "Yes!" and for the first time in her life Mrs. Peabody had told a lie. "I don't believe it!" cried the girl rudely. "Marthy!" said her mother, reprov ingly! "Well, it's awful queer nobody's heard anything about it!" Mrs. Peabody returned no answer, fingered, the veil absently for a few minutes, then rose and walked slowly to the door. "Well, good-niglit, I guess I'd better be goin'," said she. and siepped oui bareheaded into the dark ness Martha ran after her and laid a restraining hand on her arm. "You'll catch your death of cold, Mis' Pea body! Don't mind what I said. Come back and get your things on, and pa'll drive you home." "I don't see what took her so," said the girl after they had helped her, un resisting into the wagon, and gone back to the house. "Oh, I guess it was the heat o' the room after walking so fast," returned her mother placidly, "but you did speak up mighty loud and sassy to her, Marthy, and mebbe that turned lie bead." | Poor Louise leaned back In j the wagon beside Mr. Moore in silent despair. Above the certainty that llar j ry had deserted her own dear daughter, above her belief in Martha's perfidy, : loomed the iie in all its hideousness. Mr. Moore's jokes in regard to the ap proaching nuptials, and his information I Lhat Harry Summers had bought out j his unel"'s grocery business and would i settle down near them, fell upon un heeding ears. She roused at last to the consciousness that he was helping her out of the wagon, and, alter a hasty good-night, with burning cheeks and a heart, like lead Mrs. Peabody entered her home. As the weeks passed by it was sur prising to see how well Fanny bore up under Martha's engagement. In spitu of the extra work of the spring term she was blooming, and fairly cheerful. She never mentioned Harry, nor did he come to the house; but as the days lengthened she would often go oft alone for a ramble in the pine woods for an hour or two after school, com ing back laden with violets, ferns and , specimens of wild flowers, which she said were for her class in botany. School closed on the 10th of June and the 11th was the day set for Mar tha's wedding. Mrs. Peabody had not intended togo, but Fanny insisted up i on it."lt will look so queer if neither of us go, ma," she urged, "and as school only closed yesterday 1 don't feel like it. One of the boys can drive you over, and you must wear my mus lin with the lavender stripes. It fits you all right, and you'll look fine in '■ it." So the poor mother allowed her t self to be persuaded and donned thu | dainty muslin, but a cold east wind having arisen, she threw her old black silk mantilla over her shoulders for the drive. As Mrs. Peabody entered the house her last visit there came vividly be fore her mind; and, forgetting to lay ; aside her wrap, she hurried nervously , into the parlor. The folding doors be -1 tween the parlor and sitting room were i thrown wide open, and both rooms were profusely decorated with June roses and branches of the fragrant sy : ringa. A number of the guests had already arrived, and a cheerful buzz of conversation greeted her ears as she 1 sank timidly upon the sofa beside the minister's wife. The clock struck four and all eyea were turned expectantly toward the : hall <loor —but there was no sign of the bridal party. Mrs. Peabody could ' hardly keep the tears back as she thought of Fanny; but she clinched her hands under the old mantilla and i nerved herself to bear the worst. The > clock ticked on loudly, but no one ■ | spoke. Ai last a sudden ring at the door startled them. Steps came heavily down the hall, and the door was ' opened. "it's a boy with a note!" exclaimed a ' i young girl who sat near the door. | The guests could endure the sus pense no lunger, but began to converse ■ j ex.-itedly in loud whispers. Suddenly ' a swish of silken skirts was heard on j the stairs, and a tall, white-veiled fig ! tire entered the room. All of the wom •| en trembled, and one screamed. Mar -11 tha Moore threw back her veil and 1 | looked proudly around the room, ller large, plain face was almost as white " ! as her bridal gown, but she held her head up and eyed her guests defiantly. 3 "Will you please to walk out and , have some refreshments?" said she. "There ain't going to be any wedding 1 this afternoon, but I guess you'll find I the cake just as good." As she turned to lead the way to the dining room her eye fell upon Mrs. I Peabody. Instantly her whole manner changed. Her tall figure grew rigid, her eyes dilated, and stretching out one 5 hand toward her she screamed, "Oh. 1 you wicked, deceitful woman! How ' dare you to come here this afternoon? You've known this all along!" Mrs. Peabody trembled, and clung to the friendly hand of the minister's wife. Her breath came in quick, frightened gasps. The minister stepped forward and laid his hand on Martha's arm. "Miss Martha," he said, kindly but 1 firmly, "you forget yourself!" She shook him off impatiently. The n tears were now streaming down her cheeks, but she did not heed them. "Here Fanny Peabody's been a plotting all along to run off with my young man the day of my wedding, just to shame I me because I tried to get him away from her —just as if I hadn't a righU r And then to send me a note and tell ' me they are leaving for Boston on the II 3:45 train! I'll show 'em I don't care!" • Her voice rose to a scream. "Oh, Marthy! Marthy! Don't goon so!" sobbed her mother, pushing her " way through the crowd to her daugh " ter's side —but Martha heeded her not, "And then for that deceitful old 1 woman to dare to come here this after noon!" she cried, almost pathetically, ! "when she's been in the plot all along, and had the cheek to tell me Fanny - was keeping company—" Mrs. Peabody started forward from » her seat, "Oh, it wa'n't a lie! It wa'n't a lie!" she cried. "I told 'em, when I come out here 'most three months ago, v that Fanny was keeping company, be- Y cause I was so jealous that Martha'd s got Harry away from her. But I didn't :1 know 'twas true. I thought it was a - lie. and it seemed as if it would 'moat 1 kill me!" her face was rad!-nt through 1 her tears. Martha turned coldly from her; and B controlling herself by a great effort 1 again invited her guests to come out and partake of the wedding cake. She I led tha way, and the guests followed - her one by one until Mrs. Peabody and a the minister were left alone. "I think you and I are not needed ? he- "ght, Mrs. Peabody," said he 1 k to u had better let me drive i £■" And taking her hand he , from the room, and helped her Sbling, but ha'jpy and relieved, fcarriac*. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JULY 21, 1904 ST. PETER AND THE GATE. St. Peter stood guard at the golden gate With a solemn mien and air sedate, When up to the top of the golden stair A man and a woman ascending there, Applied for admission. They came and stood Before Si. Peter, so great and good, In hope the City of Peace lo win. And asked St. Peter to let them in. The woman was tall and lank and thin. With a scraggy bearlet upon her chin. The man was short and thick and stout, His stomach was built so it roundedout, His face was pleasant, and all Ihe while He wore a kindly and genial smile, Tiie choirs in the distance the echoes woke, And the man kept still while the wo man spoke. "Oh, thou who guardest the gate," said she, "We two come hither, beseeching thee To let us enter the heavenly land, And play our harps with the Angel band. Of me, St. Peter, there is no doubt There's nothing from heaven to bar me out. I've been to meeting three times a week. And almost always I'd rise and speak. "I've told the sinners about the day When they'd repent of their evil way, I'vetoldmy neighbors—l've told 'em all 'Bout Adam and Eve, and the Primal Fall. I've shown them what they'd have todo If they'd pass in the chosen few. I've marked their path of duty clear — Laid outtheplan for their whole career, I've talked and talked to 'em loud and long. For my lungs are good and my voice is strong, 50, good St. Peter, you'll clearly see The gate of heaven is open for me, Bui my old man, I regret to say. Hasn't walked in exactly the narrow way. He smokes and he swears, and grave faults he's got. And I don't know whether he'll pass or not. He never would pray with earnest vim Or goto revival, or join in a hymn, So I have to leave him in sorrow there. While I. with the chosen united in prayer, He ate what the pantry chanced to afford, While I, in my purity sang to the Lord. And if cucumbers were all he got It's a chance if lie merited them or not. But oh! St. Peter, I love him so. To the pleasure of Heaven please let him go. I've done enough—a saint I've been. Won't that atone? Can't you let him in? 3y grim gospel I know 'tis so That the unrepentant must fry below, Bui isn't there some way you can see That he may enter who's dear to mo? It's a narrow gospel which I pray, But the chosen expect to find some way Of coaxing or fooling or bribing you. So that their relations can amble through. And, say, St. Peter, it seems to me That gate isn't kept as it ought to be: You ought to stand right by the open ing there And never sit down tn that easy chair. And say, St. Peter, my sight is dimmed But I don't like the way your whiskers are trimmed. They're cut too wide,and outward toss; They'd look better narrow, cut straight across. Well, we must be going our crowns to win. So open, St. Peter, and we'll pass in." St. Peter sat quiet and stroked his staff, But, spite of his office, he had lo laugh, Then said, with a fiery gleam in his eye: "Who's tending this gate, you or I?" And then he arose in his stature tall, And pressed a button upon the wall And said to the imp who answered the bell: "Escort this female around to hell!" The man stood still as a piece of stone — Stood sadly, gloomy there alone, A life-long, settled idea lie had That his wife was good and he was bad. He thought that if the woman went down below That he would certainly have togo That if she went to the region dim There wasn't the ghost of a show for him. Slowly he turned, by habit bent, To follow wherever the woman went, St. Peter standing on duty there, Observed that the top of his head was bare. He called the gentleman back and said. "Friend how long have you been wed?" "Thirty years" (with a weary sigh) And then he thoughtfully added, "Why?" 51. Peter was silent, with head bent down He raised his hat and scratched his crown, Then, seeming a different thought to take, Slowly, half to himself he spake: "Thirty years with that woman there? No wonder the man hasn't got any hair! Swearing is wicked. Smoking's no good- He smoked and swore—l should think he would! Thirtyyears with that tongue so sharp! Ho! Angel Gabriel! Give him a harp! 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