• December Bride
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Hanna051

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Sarah stood with her hands clenched agonisingly together. She

had never dreamt that her mother would Jeopardise her comfortable life

at Rathard for principles. 3he had forgotten easily and too soon that

her mother was a spiritual and racial* descendant of the two Margarets

who, choking at their stakes in the rising waters of Solway, saw Christ

and He wrestling, Martha's God was a terrible but hearkening God. Her

every word and thought was weighed on His fingertip. Before a faith

such as that, comfort and a hearth and a little folding of the hands

burned away like so ranch dross. But to Sarah the novelty of her new

position in life was too fresh for her not to appreciate the change

for the better in her fortunes. They had come as servants and labourers

to Rathard, and now she at least, had attained the position of mistress

in the Echlin household. It was not avarice, but the fear of returning

to a life of drudgery that filled her with hatred as she stood between

the brothers, listening to the old woman.

“Will ye change your ways o’ going, Sarah?" her mother asked.

“There's nothing wrong wi' my ways o' going" the girl answered

sullenly.

"Are ye going to do as your betters bid yo, and return to your

church?" persisted Martha.

The girl raised her head sharply, ”My betters!” she exclaimed, her

face flushing in anger. “So that’s it: Mr Sorleyson has been at ye -

now isn’t that the truth!”

“Aye, that’s the truth, your minister came down from his pulpit to

beg wi’ me that my daughter would come back. That’s what i had to endure

in my own church.' The old woman’s voice grew bitter, "He said that

Frank and Kami would remember their father, God forgive them, they hae

Coverage: 
1951
Keywords: 
Wrestling, Drudgery
Citation: 
Linen Hall Library, "Hanna051", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Wed, 05/19/2021 - 01:04, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna051