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lie to gain it
I can see this slender； blue…eyed woman as I write。 She is walking up and down beside her spinning…wheel。 I can hear the dreary buz…z…z…z of the spindle as she feeds it with the fleecy ropes。 That loud crescendo echoes in the still house of memory。 I can hear her singing as she steps forward and slows the wheel and swings the cradle with her foot：
'On the other side of Jordan； In the sweet fields of Eden； Where the tree of Life is blooming； There is rest for you。
She lays her hand to the spokes again and the roar of the spindle drowns her voice。
All day； from the breakfast hour to supper time； I have heard the dismal sound of the spirmng as she walked the floor； content to sing of rest but never taking it。
Her home was almost a miracle of neatness。 She could work with no peace of mind until the house had been swept and dusted。 A fly speck on the window was enough to cloud her day。 She went to town with David now and then … not oftener than once a quarter … and came back ill and exhausted。 If she sat in a store waiting for David； while he went to mill or smithy； her imagination gave her no rest。 That dirt abhorring mind of hers would begin to clean the windows； and when that was finished it would sweep the floor and dust the counters。 In due course it would lower the big chandelier and take out all the lamps and wash the chimneys with soap and water and rub them till they shone。 Then； if David had not come； it would put in the rest of its time on the woodwork。 With all her cleaning I am sure the good woman kept her soul spotless。 Elizabeth Brower believed in goodness and the love of God； and knew no fear。 Uncle Eb used to say that wherever Elizabeth Brower went hereafter it would have to be clean and comfortable。
Elder Whitmarsh came often to dinner of a Sunday； when he and Mrs Brower talked volubly about the Scriptures； he taking a sterner view of God than she would allow。 He was an Englishman by birth； who had settled in Faraway because there he had found relief for a serious affliction of asthma。
He came over one noon in the early summer； that followed the event of our last chapter； to tell us of a strawberry party that evening at the White Church。
'I've had a wonderful experience；' said he as he took a seat on the piazza； while Mrs Brower came and sat near him。 'I've discovered a great genius … a wandering fiddler； and I shall try to bring him to play for us。'
'A fiddler！ why； Elder！' said she； 'you astonish me！'
'Nothing but sacred music；' he said； lifting his hand。 'I heard him play all the grand things today … 〃Rock of Ages〃； 〃Nearer My God； to Thee〃； 〃The Marseillaise〃 and 〃Home； Sweet Home〃。 Lifted me off my feet！ I've heard the great masters in New York and London； but no greater player than this man。'
'Where is he and where did he come from？'
'He's at my house now；' said the good man。 'I found him this morning。 He stood under a tree by the road side； above Nortlrup's。 As I came near I heard the strains of 〃The Marseillaise〃。 For more than an hour I sat there listening。 It was wonderful； Mrs Brower； wonderful！ The poor fellow is eccentric。 He never spoke to me。 His clothes were dusty and worn。 But his music went to my heart like a voice from Heaven。 when he had finished I took him home with me； gave him food and a new coat； and left him sleeping。 I want you to come over； and be sure to bring Hope。 She must sing for us。'
'Mr Brower will be tired out； but perhaps the young people may go；' she said； looking at Hope and me。
My heart gave a leap as I saw in Hope's eyes a reflection of my own joy。 In a moment she came and gave her mother a sounding kiss and asked her what she should wear。
'I must look my best； mother；' she said。
'My child；' said the elder； 'it's what you do and not what you wear that's important。'
'They're both important； Elder；' said my foster mother。 You should teach your people the duty of comeliness。 They honour their Maker when they look their best。'
The spirit of liberalism was abroad in the sons of the Puritans。 In Elizabeth Brower the andent austerity of her race had been freely diluted with humour and cheerfulness and human sympathy。 It used to be said of Deacon Hospur； a good but lazy man； that he was given both to prayer and profanity。 Uncle Eb； who had once heard the deacon swear； when the latter had been bruised by a kicking cow； said that； so far as he knew； the deacon never swore except when 'twas necessary。 Indeed； most of those men had； I doubt not； too little of that fear of God in them that characterised their fathers。 And yet； as shall appear； there were in Faraway some relics of a stern faith。
Hope came out in fine feather； and although I have seen many grand ladles； gowned for the eyes of kings； I have never seen a lovelier figure than when； that evening； she came tripping down to the buggy。 It was three miles to the white Church； and riding over in the twilight I laid the plan of my life before her。 She sat a moment in silence after I had finished。
'I am going away； too；' she remarked； with a sigh。
'Going away！' I said with some surprise； for in all my plans I had secretly counted on returning in grand style to take her back with me。
'Going away；' said she decisively。
'It isn't nice for girls to go away from home；' I said。
'It isn't nice for boys； either；' said she。
We had come to the church； its open doors and windows all aglow with light。 I helped her out at the steps； and hitched my horse under the long shed。 We entered together and made our way through the chattering crowd to the little cloakroom in one corner。 Elder Whitmarsh arrived in a moment and the fiddler； a short； stout； stupid…looking man； his fiddle in a black box under his arm； followed him to the platform that had been cleared of its pulpit The stranger stood staring vacantly at the crowd until the elder motioned him to a chair； when he obeyed with the hesitating； blind obedience of a dog。 Then the elder made a brief prayer； and after a few remarks flavoured with puns； sacred and immemorial as the pulpit itself； started a brief programme of entertainment。 A broad smile marked the beginning of his lighter mood。 His manner seemed to say： 'Now； ladies and gentlemen； if you will give good heed； you shall see I can be witty on occasion。'
Then a young man came to the platform and recited； after which Hope went forward and sang 'The Land o' the Leal' with such spirit that I can feel my blood go faster even now as I thank of it； and of that girlish figure crowned with a glory of fair curls that fell low upon her waist and mingled with the wild pink roses at her bosom。 The fiddler sat quietly as if he heard nothing until she began to sing； when he turned to look at her。 The elder announced； after the ballad； that he had brought with him a wonderful musician who would favour them with some sacred music。 He used the word 'sacred' because he had observed； I suppose； that certain of the 'hardshells' were looking askance at the fiddle。 There was an awkward moment in which the fiddler made no move or sign of intelligence。 The elder stepped near him and whispered。 Getting no response； he returned to the front of the platform and said： 'We shall first resign ourselves to social intercourse and the good things the ladies have provided。'
Mountains of frosted cake reared their snowy summits on a long table； and the strawberries； heaped in saucers around them； were like red foothills。 I remember that while they were serving us Hope and I were introduced to one Robert Livingstone … a young New Yorker； stoppmg at the inn near by； on his way to the big woods。 He was a handsome fellow； with such a fine air of gallantry and so trig in fashionable clothes that he made me feel awkward and uncomfortable。
'I have never heard anything more delightful than that ballad；' he said to Hope。 'You must have your voice trained … you really must。 It will make a great name for you。'
I wondered then why his words hurt me to the soul。 The castle of my dreams had fallen as he spoke。 A new light came into her face … I did not know then what it meant。
'Will you let me call upon you before I leave … may I？' He turned to me while she stood silent。 'I wish to see your