appeal to God?--she recited all the struggles of that night
when she went to August at the castle. People talk of the consolation
there is in God's mercy. But Julia found comfort in God's justice. He
_could_ not judge her wrongly.

Then she opened the Testament at the old place, and read the words long
since fixed in her memory. And then she--weary and heavy laden--came
again to Him who invites, and found rest. And then she found, as many
another has found, that coming to God is not, as theorists will have it,
a coming once for a lifetime, but a coming oft and ever repeated.

Jonas and Cynthy Ann retired to the kitchen, and the former said hi his
irreverent way, "Blamed ef Abigail ha'nt got more devils into her'n Mary
Magdalene had the purtiest day she ever seed! I should think, arter a
life with her fer a mother, the bad place would be a healthy and
delightful clime. The devil a'n't a patchin' to her."

"Don't, Jonas; you talk so cur'us, like as ef you was kinder sorter
wicked."

"That's jest what I am, my dear, but Abigail Anderson's wicked without
the kinder sorter. She cusses when she's a-prayin'. She cusses that poar
gal right in the Lord's face. Good by, I must go. Smells so all-fired
like brimstone about here." This last was spoken in an undertone of
indignant soliloquy, as he crossed the threshold of Cynthy's
clean kitchen.

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

SCARING A HAWK.

Jonas was thoroughly alarmed. He exaggerated the harm that Humphreys
might do to August, now that he knew where he was. August, on his part,
felt sure that Humphreys would not do anything against him; certainly
not in the way of legal proceedings. And as for the sale of Samuel
Anderson's farms, that did not disturb him. Like almost everybody else
at that time, August Wehle was strongly impressed by the assertions of
the Millerites, and if the world should be finished in the next month,
the farms were of no consequence. And if Millerism proved a delusion,
the loss of Samuel Anderson's property would only leave Julia on his
level, so far as worldly goods went. The happiness this last thought
brought him made him ashamed. Why should he rejoice in Mr. Anderson's
misfortune? Why should he wish to pull Julia down to him? But still the
thought remained a pleasant one.

Jonas would not have it so. He had his plan. He went home from the
Adventist meeting that very night with Cynthy Ann, and then stood
talking to her at the corner of the porch, feeling