"Yes, he told me some of the stuff he has been telling you. It makes me
feel foolish. But I am glad to meet you anyway," said Austin, blushing.
"You have your brother's confidence and that is a good recommendation for
any Christian," said Mrs. Hilman, pleased with his humility.
"He said you were a believer in spiritual Christianity."
"Yes, I have been worshiping with a band of spiritual people, though I
joined and still have my letter with the church where I was converted."
"Can you take dinner with us today? If you can, we might talk of some of
these things," said the kind old lady.
"Thank you; I shall be glad to do so," said Austin, whose heart longed for
just the kind, Christian counsel he believed this mother would give.
The past week had been a weary one for Austin. He had found it harder than
ever to get along with his father. The conflict between them became more
marked all the time. They did not quarrel, but the father let no
opportunity pass to give Austin to understand his disapproval of and
disdain for his religion, while Austin had to fight continually the feeling
of disrespect and contempt for his father. The family was preparing to move
to the country. This was welcome news to Austin, who found managing them in
town more than he could do. He was almost discouraged with trying to teach
the children right. His visit with the Hilman's was a great pleasure.
After the good Sunday dinner Mother Hilman sat down with her young guest in
the front room, and they talked of those things that were nearest both
their hearts.
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