Mercy [pp. 259-274]

Overland monthly and Out West magazine. / Volume 11, Issue 63

Ml/ercy. M.Iercy could sit by herself alone to think the trouble over, she felt even yet more miserable, and did not see how matters couldvery well be mended. For what husband could stand such petty accusations? She quite forgot whatever might have been said on the other side, as well as all that had gone before to call forth her bitterness; and so forgetting, showed some of the true womanhood that was really lying undeveloped in her uncultivated heart. The agitations of the past hours were causing to peep forth a feeble life, almost invisible as yet, but which should perhaps expand, and grow, and reach a beautiful maturity as time passed on. Wvhen Levi came in presently, bringing the brimming pails from the evening milking, she was standing in the open door, sadly watching the dying glory of the western sky. As he passed her on his return from the milkroom, she involuntarily turned her gaze towards him, and their eyes met. Not a word was said, but two strong arms were put around the little figure that stood there in the sunset light, drawing it to its rightful place against the slow heart that was but now awakening to all the joys and pains of marital love. Soon the tear-stains were effaced by kisses, and words full of self-reproach for past neglects issued from lips that had so short a time ago returned reproofs for wifely complaints. Levi's great brain had never contained so clear and sharply defined a thought as the one it held now - the thought of how he loved his little Mercy, his own little wife. The bonds of habit and dull practical life that had so long bound these two young souls each in its separate prison were now sundered, and there came a sweet rushing together, all the sweeter for its long deferral. They lingered on in the delicious softness of the early summer evening, long after the last red rays of daylight had departed, full of plans for a better and a happier future. The hated money question was looked fully in face- and scared out of sight by the now united pair. Now that Mercy saw that all her little covetings would be at least considered, she was quite as eager to subdue them as was her husband. For had they not a purpose in saving the farm's earnings? That mortgage still hung over them, and might, if they did nothing to remove it, by-and-by cut off the home with its keen relentless edge. So they resolved, during that evening of blessed peace and reconcilement, to strain every nerve to avert such a catastrophe. They would do without any help whatever on the farm, and put by every cent it brought in.. "And you shall have all the management of the milk, dear," whispered the now eager, devoted husband, "and shall lay away all the money they pay us for it from the new cheese factory, and we will see when the time for our next payment comes which can do most towards wiping out the debt." Stimulated to such loving rivalry, these young farmers found the remaining days ot that bright summer passing all too quickly; no thought of wrong doing as yet entering into any schemes for the future. Wrong did I say? Ah, yes, - a mean, a petty, a despicable wrong was done on that farm before the coming year drew to a close. IV. SUMMER had gone, and close on its heels passed the brief but beautiful autumn with its shortening days,- days all too short for the many housewifely preparations for the long, cruel winter hurrying towards them. And Mercy worked and sung all the day long about her often wearisome duties, steadfast in her earnest endeavor to make the very most of the life arranged for her. Changed indeed was she from the girl we first saw on her marriage day! Nor was the change unnoticed by outsiders. The elder Morses often complacently told each other that "Mercy was just the wife for Levi, after all "; and that the "young folks would be very "well off" sometime, if they only kept on in the good way in which they had started. And the old pastor in his occasional visits did not fail to observe not only the harmonious domestic life, but as well the new air of thrift that beautified the old farm. And one day, as he was taking tea with them, / 266 [Mar.

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