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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Yes, ma'am. The girls keep house for Father." "And where is the brother of whom you spoke the other day?" "Austin? Oh, he did not come with the rest, but remained at his old job. Father, you know, has not been here a great while, and the children came only a month ago." "Who was with the children while your father was away?" asked Mrs. Hilman with keen interest. "Austin.
This was welcome news to Austin, who found managing them in town more than he could do. He was almost discouraged with trying to teach the children right. His visit with the Hilman's was a great pleasure. After the good Sunday dinner Mother Hilman sat down with her young guest in the front room, and they talked of those things that were nearest both their hearts.
"Nettie," asked Mother Hilman in her even, placid tones, "what do you think of that young madcap Wilbur Hill?" Mother Hilman sat at the kitchen window of her comfortable, country home busy with some household duty, while her daughter was preparing dinner. Mrs. Hilman was one of those fortunate souls whose spirit is like the calm, unruffled sea.
He says he does not care for the things of the world, and he means by that that he cares nothing for any of the good times out with the boys. And he certainly acts as if he did not care, and prays and reads his Bible! Says grace at the table like a preacher. I admire his pluck." "What church does he belong to?" asked Mother Hilman, her admiration increasing for the boy under discussion.
"Yes, I believe so. Let us ask him when we see him again about his family, and especially that brother. I believe he would tell us all we wish to know." "Will," said Mother Hilman when again she had opportunity to speak to her neighbor's hired boy, "Nettie and I have been speaking about your family. Did we understand you to say that your father and the children are living in town now?"
As it was early, not yet time to begin the service, they went to him to make his acquaintance. "Is this Austin Hill?" asked Mother Hilman in her kindest tones. "Yes, that is my name," answered Austin. "My name is Hilman. Your brother Will has been telling me about you," she continued in her friendly tones. "Yes, he told me some of the stuff he has been telling you. It makes me feel foolish.
God is very near and dear to me, and so are his children; my only preference for the young people is because of my own youth." Mother Hilman noticed the degree of wisdom Austin showed in his conversation. She found him willing to take advice from one older in the Christian way, too, which, as she was wont to say, "means much to new hearts under young heads."
Hilman," broke in Austin, "I enjoy the association of young people, and the friendship of godly young people is to me sweeter than any other earthly tie. But if the young people are not spiritual, then I find more pleasure in the company of older people who are spiritual, such as I find at the mission we attend.
But I am glad to meet you anyway," said Austin, blushing. "You have your brother's confidence and that is a good recommendation for any Christian," said Mrs. Hilman, pleased with his humility. "He said you were a believer in spiritual Christianity." "Yes, I have been worshiping with a band of spiritual people, though I joined and still have my letter with the church where I was converted."
I think it is the mission that keeps him there for one thing. He hates to leave the people, and he has a Sunday-school class." "Do tell him to come. We shall be glad to have him with us." "Mrs. Hilman, Austin is here already.
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