The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1856-11-20
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ter said. -
It is like him. Though I say it, he
il the most selfish and uufeeling Of men.
But keep up your heart, dear lady; a
Providence watches over all NJ.
He had need says the poor lsdy,
for there is little . trust t9>in men s
charity or gratitpds:sSe> XsS>S {
Sho then takaf her way 10 o small
booksellers shop 30 street near the
market-place. The owner, like herself,
has seen better days but he receives
her with as much respect as he did years
before, when she, and her ais.er drove
up to his door in their Carriage; and
their father, Probend butter, was am-
ongst his best customers. - !, 80. n
She states her business; IL is to ask
him to sell the books. y
Il fear my chance is but small
ma'am l bavo so fow wealthy people
for my customers nowadays. Have
you tried Canon Mosley' lie loves a
book of this kind, especially when he
can get it cheap EN- - e..'
She shakes her head, then tells him
what has just occurred. Even he, an
old man, sets his teeth, and. lifts bis
withered hand.
L remember the day when Canon
Mosley was charity lad in Browne g
School. He owes all to. your fathers
noble nature yet such is your reward
But I suppose be doesn't forget or for
give his wifc--Squire Wooton's sister
that was-so tying up her money be-
fore she died, that at his deatl, it n ust
come to his nephew Charles, or as I
should now say, the Captain. He knows,
too, the Captain has great liking for
you aud Miss Eleanor. We'll ma am,
never mind. Leave the books and |
may be able to part with them. A
clergyman has lately come to Wooten
Rectory, who is one Of the kindest Of
Christians aud gentlemen He is to
coll here some time this afternoon, and
/ will do the best I can.'
Thank you. You can say whose
books they we're. And, in case that
the poor ladies can re-purchasc them at
some future tune, ask if he will permit
them to do So w '''' "
Il will. I hear that he is one whose
heart is full Of loving kindness
Thanking the old man for his courtesy
she goes her way, leaving the books il
his care. -'' -'.
She has thus to retrace her steps pen
niless as she came. She is too depressed
to seek further aid. All she seems to
care for is to be once more by Eleanor e
side, and there, kneeling, die. Depres-
sion, misery, exhaustion can 60 no fur
ther. She prays God to hold the bitter
cup no longer to her lips. ~ -.
Avoiding the glittering shops and now
lighted streets, she retraccs her steps
ngain past the cathedral. The service
is over, but the choristers are practising,
the organ playing. Something irresist-
able leads her in and, as she can pass
out by door at the further end, she
goes down one of the side aisles towards
the magnificent choir. There she stays,
leaning by pillar for her senses are
drowsy, and her exhaustion extreme.
The choristcrs are practising one of
Boyce's exquisite authems-one of these
to which the words are often varied.
Blessed ~, they that give rest to the tired
wayfarer; r.~.. ...- ....i.
Blessed ore they that hold the cup to thirsty
lips. .. ..... I..
The words are appropriate, and bear
response. For Margaret's hand is
touched, and, lifting up her head, she
sees an old vergor beside her, carrying
a lantern. r r +,
Are you tired, madam : are you ill :
I think you are the lady who was in the
cloisters early in the afternoon if SO, .
clergyman has been making great in
quiries after you. If you please madam,
as you seem to be i'll, step with me into
the yergers' room. There is fire
there. / ... H.' --.
She mods rather than speaks assent
such is her exhaustion follows the
old man through various narrow and
arched passages into low vaulted
chamber, hung round with vergers'
cloaks, slaves aud other things, and in
the CRATE of which burns cheerful fire.
Here he bids her seat herself on an old
oak seat; and, whilst she warns her
hands and feet, be goes to a curious
three-cornered cupboard, and brings
forth q cofee-pot, and warns what is
therein, pours it out into a cup, adds
sugar, aud places it in her hand. She
takes it gratefully, stern and self-endur-
ing as she usually is in her pride.
Excuse my ofericg this to you, Miss
Butler says the old man !; but you
are i'll, and it is the best / have to give.
knew you, ma'am. Im g..ad to sec
you in the old cathedral. / hope you
will come again when tho days are