[{"node":{"title":"Hanna046","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna046","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Religious, Bitter","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna046","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna046_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"41\n\nChapter Eight\n\nWith that urgency with which religious old a,e invests such matters,\n\nMartha still endeavoured to make the younger Members of the household\n\nreturn to church, hamilton had continued to go for a few Sabbaths\n\nafter his father\u2019s death* .then one Sabbath morning he had gone out into\n\nthe fields and from thence his attendance became more desultory, until\n\nnow he and Frank contented themselves with driviing Martha to the church\n\nand returning for her after the service. As time passed they'did not\n\neven trouble to dress or shave themselves for those journeys.\n\nOn the homeward way the churchgoers would watch the Echlin trap\n\npass, and pull down their mouths and say \"changed times at Rathard since\n\nould Andra died,\" and others would maliciously add \"or since the Gomartins\n\nwent up.\u201d But most of her neighbours sympathised with Martha.\n\nThese whispers and glances did not escape the notice of the old\n\nwoman, but the final humiliation was delivered by the Revenant Mr.\n\nSorleyson. One Sunday morning as she left the church, he drew her aside\n\nand asked her, kindly enough, to prevail on the Echlins to come back to\n\nthe congregation, \"Aye, and my Sarah?\" \"Of course,\u2019 exclaimed Mr\n\nSorleyson after the faintest pause, \"Sarah, as well.\u201d But the\n\nmomentary hesitation in Sorleyson\u2019s voice went to the mother\u2019s heart\n\nlike a knife.\n\nWhen he left her she stood in the shelter of the hedge endeavouring\n\nto still the trembling In her legs, A dull burning pulsed i$ her cheeks\n\nand as she looked after the departing minister bitter tears flooded her\n\neyes, \"Ah, Mr Sorleyson\" she whispered \"could yo no leave the ninety\n\nand nine anti go after that which is lost until ye find it! Sarah,\n","Type":"Text"}}]