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Mrs. Peabody's
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By DOROTHY E. LEONARD
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(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!
A jeweled harp with a golden string!
Good sir, pass in where the angels
sing!
Gabriel gave him a seat alone—
One with the cushion—up near the
throne!
Call up some angels to play their best,
Let him enjoy the music, and rest.
See that the finest ambrosia lie feeds,
He's had about all the hell he needs,
It isn't just hardly the thing to do.
To roast him on earth and the future,
too."
They gave him a iiarp with goldeu
strings,
A glitterivg robe and a pair of wings,
And he said as he entered the Realms
of Day,
"Well, this beats cucumbers, anyway."
And so the Scriptures had come to
pass.
"The last shall be first and the first
shall be last."
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