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Evans, Caradoc

"My Neighbors Stories of the Welsh People"

She will not be at the anniversary meetings because the
place is contaminated by you pair. And her husband won't. Five shillings
each they give to the collection. The capel wants the half soferen. Out
you go. Now at once."
Tim and Martha were sorely troubled that Winnie would come to the Chapel
House and not finding them, would go away.
"Loiter will I near by," said Tim.
"Say we rent a room and peer for her," said Martha.
Thereon from dusk to day either Tim or Martha sat at the window of their
room and watched. The year died and spring and summer declined into
autumn, when on a moon-lit night men flew in machines over London and
loosened bombs upon the people thereof.
"Feared am I," said Martha, "that our daughter is not in the shelter."
She screamed: "Don't stand there like a mule. Pray, Tim man."
Remembering how that he had prayed, Tim answered: "Try a prayer will I
near the capel."
So Martha watched at her window and Tim prayed at the door of the
Tabernacle.


XII
LOST TREASURE

Here is the tale that is told about Hugh Evans, who was a commercial
traveler in drapery wares, going forth on his journeys on Mondays and
coming home on Fridays.


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