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cred wagon reached the little town of
Greenwood and began to croak slowly
down the main street. The man and
woman wero etlll In the flame position
On the neat. Tho horBeB walked with
swinging heads and dragging feet, roll
ing up on either Bide thick clouds of
dust, which shone with velvety softness
In tho mOonllgnt. They were passing
the first Iiouhcb when Jcbh maidenly sat
up and laid a hand on her husband's
arm.
"Stop a minute. John; I want to
look in here."
They were In front of a small cot
tage The blinds wore not drawn, and
within they could see tho family; an
old man, who was dancing a baby on
hln knee, and the father and mother
who wore bending over tho two. Mac
Qrogor pulled up his horses and Bat
watching, while the old man tickled
tho baby with his whiskers, and the
parents laughed with their heads to
gether. "Having a purty nice time, ain't
they?" ho ventured. HIb wife made
no response ad ho waited some time In
silence.
"Well," he asked at length, "had
enough?"
S,ho turned her face toward him and
ho uttered an exclamation. Hy the
moonlight he could see that her cheekfl
wero wet with tears.
"Why, Jess "
"There," she replied, quietly. "I
couldn't help It. John. It made me
think of Pa and the baby and
There, John, I'm awful sorry. I'm
foolish, I suppose. Let's go on."
Thoy rode In silence for another half
hlock. Then John turned 1he horses'
heads Into what seemed to bo a picnic
grove.
"We'll camp here." he said in a low
voice.
Ho climbed down and began un
hitching the horses.
"You just sit there till I come back.
Jess," he said, "I'm going to water the
horses down here, and then I'll get the
supper myself. Don't yon stir a
finger."
She watched him quietly enough as
ho moved away In the moonlight which
Blfted through the trees, but when he
came back he found her standing by
tho wagon. She raised her hand warn
Ingly as he tied the horses at tho feed
box and came around to her.
"Sh-sh," she said, "do you hear that
singing?"
He stopped and listened.
"Why, yes, they're having prayer
mooting over there across the road.
That'B a church. You ain't forgot about
tho prayer-meeting, have you?"
"No," she replied, "I ain't."
"Yes, and, by golly, 1 bfillove that's
'Old Hundred,' too. Do you remember
how I used to take you to prayer
meeting, Jess, when 1 was your steady?
An,d how old Deacon Trumbull used to
sit bohind us and roar that same old
song out? I used to wish he would
keep stllf so's I could hear you."
She nodded. "John." she exclaimed,
suddenly, "let's go over."
"Lot's what?"
"Let's go over. I want to. We ain't
beon since wo loft home."
"But we ain't had any supper."
"That's all right. I don't want any
anyway. Go on, 'now, and put your
coat on, and I'll fix up a little."
When she came back he noticed that
sho had laid aside her sunbonnet and
woro a belt. She took him by the arm
and with a little laugn pulled him
ward the road
"Come on," she said, "didn't I tell
you wo wero respectable. We're going
to meeting just like we used to. Come
on, now, we're Just as good as anybody.
I guess we're not movers, quite yet.
Why, wo might settle down right in
this place."
"In the grove," he suggested.
She laughed again, and hummed to
herself Boftly as they crossed the road.
In- the lighted vestibule aho stopped
puddenly and put her hand to hor
head.
"Is my hair all right?" she asked,
anxiously.
He stopped and looked down at her.
"OueBB H'b all right, he replied, "come
on."
The singing had cenaed when they
entered. Up at the .front an old man
was praying In a high, droning voice,
and the flickering light from the oil
lamps Bhone on rows of bowed heads.
They slid Into a croaking back seat
and pni there while the droning voice
went on, and the lights flickered and
shook In the nlgnt breeze. At length
John leaned toward his wife.
"Don't he pray Just like old Deacon
Trumbull, though and about as long.
Look at the clock," he whispered.
Sho nodded. He straightened up for
a moment, and then leaned over again.
"Say." In a tense whisper, "do you
see the mboys In the corner eatin' pea
nuts. Remember when the minister
put SI Johnson's kidB out for doln'
that. Oosh!"
Jess laughed In spite of herself, and
then punched him severely.
"Sh-sh," she said, "they're done."
It was the closing prayer. When the
benediction which followed was over
John turned and looked at Jess.
"Well, we had lots of prayer-meeting
for our trouble, didn't we?"
"I don't care," she replied. Sho was
looking hungrily at a laughing crowd
of young people which had collected in
the aisle. "I'd like to talk to some of
them girls. Thoy look real nice. We
used to shako hands with strangers
back home. And do you see that white
haired old lady with the gold eye
glassesdon't she look like Miss'
Fletcher? Why, John. I feel almost at
home. I wonder If tney'll speak to us."
People began to go out In twos and
threes. None of them offered to shake
hands with the lonely couple In the
back pew nor speak to them; but all
gazed with a certain curiosity. A slight
frown gathered on Jess' brow.
"John, what do they look at us that
way for? Why. they look as though
we didn't belong hero as though thoy
were sorry for us."
He glanced down at his rough cloth
ing with a laugh.
"Well. I guess thoy ain't any sorrier
than l am. I guess they don't soe any
thing quite this tough in church very
often. Did it ever strike you, Jess,
that we don't look as if we really be
longed here?"
She gave him a startled glance, and
then looked down Instinctively at her
own dust-stained dross. The smile died
from her face.
"O." she said, In a low voice. "O, I
didn't know we looked like that."
The people were nearly all gone now.
At the other end of the room an old
man began to walk heavily from one
pew to another, blowing out the lamps
along the wall, and leaving a trail of
darkness In his rear.
Suddenly Jess' face lightened; the
aristocratic matron In the gold eye
glasses was coming straight toward
them, with an unmistakable smile up
on her lips. She shook hands with
each of them graciously.
"I beg your pardon," she began
Bweetly. "but. aren't i you movers?
Well," without waiting for a reply, "do
you know, I have a curiosity to see
how you people live. We've been read-
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would it hurt your feelings If I should
ask to see your wagon?"
John looked uncertainly ot Jess.
whose llpa were quivering dangerous
ly. The woman mVslnterpreted.
"Of course," she said, opening her
pocket book, "I should expect to pay
you for your trouble. You must need
it"
Jess had raised her hand Impetuous
ly; her dark eyes flashed.
"Don't you dare!" she said In a low
voice, "O don't"
Sho turned suddenly and walked
away toward the door. She did not
stop, and when John overtook her In
the grove she was crying. He regard
ed her In awkward silence for a time,
as she leaned against the wagon with
covered face.
"8e here. Jess," he broke out at
last. "I know what's the matter. But
that old lady don't moan anything,
and they don't any of them. And you
look at It this way: if wo ain't movers
what are we? That's what I want to
know what are we?"
There was another silence. At
length she turned with a decided
movement.
"You're right, John," In a steady
voice, "I'm going back. No, you stay
hero. I'm going alone."
Tho old lady was Just descending
the church sleds when Jess reached
them. She walked straight to her.
"I Just wanted to say that I'm
sorry and If you'd like to come oyer
to the wagon now you can. We
won't be bore tomorrow."
"O. certainly, I should bo de
lighted. And of course," hesitating
ly, "you must take something."
She fumbled a moment in her
purse, then drew forth a coin which
Jess put out her hand and took
"Thank you." she said quietly
Early the next morning a canvas
covered wagon drawn by two lean
horses creaked protestlngly out of the
grove and started briskly down the
road. In the clear morning air the
dry wheels shrieked with a certain
cross-grained cheerfulness and an old
pall hung beneath the wagon rattled
a subdued undertone. On the driver's
Beat two figures were quite still a man
who sat slouched forward listlessly,
and beside him a woman, upright and
angular, gazing fixedly Into the dis
tance of the morning. W. J. F.
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