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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Yes, I think so, and I will give you my card to take to the hotel where I stay," said he, and he plunged into the crowd again. Draxy turned to a brakeman who had drawn near. "Has the conductor the right to stop the train if he chooses?" said she. "Why yes, Miss, he's right enough, if that's all. Of course he's got to have power to stop the train any minute.
He sprang up, and leaving his supper untasted, walked out of the house. Draxy heard him go. Draxy had passed in that moment into a new world. She divined all. "He hasn't eaten any supper," thought she; and she listened intently to hear him come in again. The clock struck ten, he had not returned! Draxy went to bed, but she could not sleep.
Your prayer was better for the people than my little sermon, a great deal." The deacon wrung her hands, but did not speak a word, only stooped and kissed Reuby. After this day, Draxy had a new hold on the people. They had really felt very little surprise at her speaking to them as she did.
The boys were by themselves in the farther corner of the room, playing checkers or doing sums, or reading the village newspaper. Reuben and Draxy were as alone as if the house had been empty. Sometimes he read to her in a whisper; sometimes he pointed slowly along the lines in silence, and the wise little eyes from above followed intently.
She could not stop fancying some of the grand words which she most loved in Shakespeare, repeated by those repulsive voices. But soon she turned her eyes to the kindling sky, and forgot all else. The moon was slowly turning from gold to silver; then it would turn from silver to white cloud, then to film, then vanish away. Draxy knew that day and the sun would conquer.
Jane Miller, all her life long, believed in the possibility of Reuben's success; charged his failures to outside occasions, and hoped always in a better day to come. Draxy, early in her childhood, instinctively felt, what she was far too young consciously to know, that her father would never be a happier man; that "things" would always go against him.
Kinney to take care of me; I feel as if he was a kind of father to everybody." And Draxy in her turn began to wonder about the Elder's appearance as he had wondered about hers. Her mental picture was quite as unlike the truth as was his. She fancied him not unlike her father, but much older, with a gentle face, and floating white hair.
I am going to speak to you myself. I am so grieved, so shocked at events which have taken place in this village, the past week, that I cannot help speaking about them. And I find among Mr. Kinney's sermons no one which meets this state of things." The circumstances to which Draxy alluded had been some disgraceful scenes of excitement in connection with the Presidential election.
At twilight, she stole out of the back door of the house, and walked down to a little brook which ran near by. As she stood leaning against a young maple tree she heard steps, and without looking up, knew that the Elder was coming. She did not move nor speak. He waited some minutes in silence. Then he said "Oh, Draxy! I never once thought o' painin' you! I thought you'd like it.
When the short and simple ceremony was over, the Elder led Draxy to his own pew and sat down by her side. After the little children had been baptized, the usual announcement of the Lord's Supper was made, and the usual invitation given. Absolute silence followed it, broken only by the steps of the singers leaving their seats in the gallery to take places below.
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