The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-05-14

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From Chambers Journal.
Twenty years ago | was a curate in the
stirring and noisy manufacturing town of
Twistley. The district church to which | be-
longed was an appendage to the ancient min
lister ofSt. Mark the Evangelist, and was call
cd a chapel 0 fease. But, in truth, there was
little ease for any one connected with the ed
ificc, whether lay or clerical. The church
was a hideous, red brick pile, adorned with a
portico OF raw, gray stone, and was always
damp, ~draughty, and inconvenient to preacher
and congregation. The district was large and
unhealthy, comprising the worst portions of tbs
suburbs, and the curates were miserably paid
by doles from various bounties and societies.
All things considered, there were p~leasantel
pieces OF preferment in the church than that
which !, III common with another youuo, cler-
gyman, named Jones, enjoyed at Twistley.
Our pay was low and it was no easy matter
for Jones and myself, who were married men,
to make both ends meet in a place so dear as
Twistley. Our shabby black coats grew shah
bier and whittier about the seams every dav.
Of preferment We had little hope; not one OF
us had any interest with those who had ben
ehces to bestow, and we could not reasonably
expect promotion for some years at least.
Thus far the prologue. My story really be-
gins with the moist and fast darkening win
ter afternoon when Jones and | were return
ing, wet and tired, from our rounds in the
~ burb. The day had not been a pleasant
one. First, Jones had been posed in an argu-
ment by a wandering lecturer, a clever and
INSCRIPTIONS fellow who had contrived to
turn the laugh against the curatc, though
most unfairly in q logical point of view. Next,
l had been severely mauled in controversy
by a mormonite cobbier, who pelted me with
garbled texts, and refused to harken to the
right version. Thirdly, we had seen house
hold after household hungry and despairing,
without the power of rendering any material
help, for it was a time Of dearth, and great
numbers were suffering cruel distress; SO we
were rather out Of spirits, and walked slowly.
As we passed. through the high street, We
met a tall, gentlemanly man, with bushy gray
whiskers and a thoughtful face, who bowed
to Jones, and looked hard at me, as he made
way for US on the pavement.
what a remarkable facet" | exclaimed
and indeed it was so. Very delicate were the
finely-cut features, very bright the eyes, and
very pleasant the momentary smile of the
stranger as he greeted Jones, but there was
something curious and odd in the general eff
feet for ali that. could not analyze the i'm
preston which this gentIeman's look made
upon me, but it was hardly an agreeable one.
That's Mr.. Stanton, said Jones. II won.
der what bringshim to Twistley on this damp,
dark day. He very seldom comes over; and,
indeed, it is long drive to Staunton Dene."
'Staunton Dene p said l. 'Is not that the
place we had a distant view Of from the top
Of Carsewell Hill, when we took that tremend-
Gus constitutional last summer-the granC
old house among those noble beech woods
with the park lying beyond, and the glitter
ing lake peering out among the clumps O.
heavy timber ? lie lives there, then p
'He lives there, said my companion, 'at
least till his nephew, the present baronet. comes
Of aga, which | believe viii be two years
hence He IS his guardian, and has the man.
agement Of the property, which is a splendid
one, by allaccounts. have heard, but you know
how gossipping tongues will run on-that Mr.
Richard Staunton was bitterly disappointed
when his brother, Sir John, married late il
life. Sir John was a sad rake, though he
could not do much harm to the property, which
was strictly entailed, and it was thought Mr.
Richard was sure Of the titles and lands. Bu-
Sir John astonished everybody by marrying
some one much below his W station-th(
daughter OF a tradesman or farmer. | believe
and when he died, three years later, he lef
a son TO succeed him"
80 this Mr.. Staunton had the care Of th,
young heir p said ], carelessly.
Not ofthe heir, though he has full power
over the property returned Jones, who wa.
a sort Of living chronicle of all that concerned
his acquaintance. The mother, a sensible
good woman, devoted herself 10 the task o
bringing up her son, and I have heard tina
the boy turned out very well indeed. Poo
soul, she died six months siEce; and now
suppose the nephew must be under the uncle
care till he comes of age