The story of Mary Jones and her Bible . sonwas late autumn, and a cold wind was moan-ing and sighing among the trees> stripping 14 Mary Jones. them of their changed garments, lately sogreen and gay, whirling them round in eddiesand laying them in shivering heaps along thenarrow valley Wan and watery, the moon, encompassedby peaked masses of cloud that looked likeanother ghostly Cader Idris in the sky, hadrisen, and now cast a faint light across a lineof jutting crags, bringing into relief theirsharp ragged edges against the dark back-ground of rolling vapour. In pleasant contrast to the nig
The story of Mary Jones and her Bible . sonwas late autumn, and a cold wind was moan-ing and sighing among the trees> stripping 14 Mary Jones. them of their changed garments, lately sogreen and gay, whirling them round in eddiesand laying them in shivering heaps along thenarrow valley Wan and watery, the moon, encompassedby peaked masses of cloud that looked likeanother ghostly Cader Idris in the sky, hadrisen, and now cast a faint light across a lineof jutting crags, bringing into relief theirsharp ragged edges against the dark back-ground of rolling vapour. In pleasant contrast to the night withits threatening gloom, a warm light shonethrough the windows of one of the cottagesthat formed the village. The light wascaused by the blaze of a fire of dried drift-wood on the stone hearth, while in a rudewooden stand a rushlight burned, throwingits somewhat uncertain brightness upon aloom where sat a weaver at work. A bench,two or three stools, a rude cupboard, and akitchen-table—these, with the loom, were allthe A WELSH COTTAGE. 16 Mary Jones. Standing in the centre of the room was amiddle-aged woman, dressed in a cloak andthe tall conical Welsh hat worn by many ofthe peasants to this day. I am sorry ycu cannot go, Jacob, saidshe. Youll be missed at the the same Lord Almighty who gives usthe meetings for the good of our souls, sentyou that wheezing of the chest, for thetrying of your body and spirit, and we mustneeds have patience till He sees fit to takeit away again. Yes, wife, and Im thankful that Ineednt sit idle, but can still ply my trade,replied Jacob Jones. Theres many a dealworse off. But what are you waiting for,Molly ? Youll be late for the exercises;it must be gone six oclock. Im waiting for that child, and shes gonefor the lantern, responded Mary Jones,whom her husband generally called Molly, todistinguish her from their daughter who wasajso Mary. At the Foot of the Mountain. 17 Jacob smiled. The lantern ! Yes, saidhe ; youll ne
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