Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1866-06-28

his own way, and likes some un as III stand
up to un. | doubt Sally Skene would come
! for her vittles and shilling"
| Mrs. Page was quite right and when
that lady was established in the house, and
never gave him anything without argufy-
ing" and held her own as obstinately as
Silas himself, he was twice as happy as
with the gentle, patient Rachel, obedient
to all his whims.
| At last he drew near his end, and the old
| rector came up to see the last of his an
cient co-partner, as the clerk considered
himself When he chose, Silas had the
bellies maniereS of the old school,--a manner
selfrespecting and respectful, which is fast
dying out in these days, when each class is
| trying to appear something above it and
| their uneasy familiarity shows the little
faith they have in their assertion.
Slas was not a good specimen Of his
class. His life was by no means that of a
true gentleman but security of position
is one element Of manners. AS clerk he
felt himself a truly great man, and his re-
ception of the rector was perfect. He was
pleased with the attention (the rector was
not given to visiting his people,--it was in
the old days. he was not grateful he
knew that it was his due he liked to have
the reading and prayers all proper. He
considered that he had done his duty and
was no wise anxious about his state and
nothing could be more curious, contrasted
with his usual humors, than the dig nifed
farewell he took of his ancient chief, and
his dying hospitalities.
His end arrived q few days after Hes
been right down fractious to be sure" said
the old nurse. 81 weren't yable to do
nothing as was right, he were that uncom.
mon queer, but he's as quiet as a la NIB to-
night, for l've ataken away the feathers
pilla he'll die quiet enough now"
Mrs. Ten-boy made an earnest but vain
effort in favor of his soul. She would have
brought in her good little husband, Meth
odist preacher, but Silas was furious.
"Now, don't ye go Abusing and abuzz-
ing any longer. 1t amt mossel o good. 1t
stann's to reason as |, as have been parish
clerk matter O forty year, and could c-
pher and write my name alongside the par
sons, must aknOw a mort more than any
Methodie about my soul and my salvation,
and all them things and | amt agoing to
be worried O that fashion. My SOUL
know all about my SOUL" he muttered, an
grily and the familiar word stirring the
old association, Awake, my soul, he sang
i'll quavcring voice, " and with the sum-
Let Us sing to the praise and glory then,
as uneasy sensation, wandered over his
dying limbs, "There's fuzzen in the bed, tie
up thae bavins and so the old recollec-
tions mingling in death, the old heather
passed away and let US hope his was a
true prophecy, and that his soul did awake
in that other morning, 1t had been mostly
asleep here.
"I 1t were very queer" moralized good
Mrs. Page, I" how could Mt get him for to
listen likes to be alarmed"
Have ye told the bees ?" she continued; !;
and she went out to perform that important
ceremony. If it is neglected they either
resent the discourtesy by flying away, or
take IL to heart 50 much that they all
Why they require this attention. while the
horse, COW, and pig, to whom it is SO much
more important, are left to find it out for
themselves, is not known, SO t is"
1t is merciful dispensation that we new
er see the faults of our own belongings in
the clear light which we dispense to those
of other people The clerk died in the odor
of sanctity, as far as Rachel was concern
ed, and she missed him very much. " Fve
got nobody to scohl me now" she said pit.
fully to Mrs. Page
She was now a good deal thrown upon
Leverton, to whom her grandfather had in
trusted all his affairs He never put him,
self forward, yet he was always ready to
help her, and poor Rachel felt herself
| obliged to be grateful, and obliged to de-
pend upon hin. She felt as if net
| were gradually closing round her, for his
feeling for her was so real and deep that
her gentle nature could not find it in her
heart to express her dislike to him and
his spirits rose as he thought he was max
ing way with her
The day for the trial came On. Leverton
had his own reasons for not going near" the
law" and Mrs. Page volunteered to accom-
pany Rochel, in small cart, on her weary
pilgrimage. Don't ye get set down as a
witness for Geordy," was Leverton's last
recommendation as he helped her in
She felt almost as if she were going to
execution herself as the tall spire broke on
her sight. Mrs. Page was chattering all
the way as she went, and greatly enjoying
the unaccustomcd "ploy." "What a sight
o housen," said she; where can a the
woke come from 2"
Here's the gypsy's Witness" was whis-
pered as they made their way through the
crowded court.
She listed without hearing till her turn
came, when she uttered the few sentences
required of her, and held to her story with
gentle iirmness through all the badgering
and batting Of the opposing counsel. But
the evidence was too strong against poor
Geordy, and was found guilty and left for
execution The passionate grief and anger
among the gypsies was frightful to witness.
As Rachel came out of court her arm vas
seized by the poor mother, who nearly
wrung it off. you've done what yer
could, child, you've done what yer could.
Ye shall be the better for it t amt for
nothing you harm or help the tribe she
said savagely.
Sadly and wearily the two women turned
home again and hardly word was said
till they reached Summerhurst, and Rachel
returned to her desoIate home where the
old nurse kept house for her
A few nights after, as she slept dis.
turbed sleep, she was awakened by wild
cry, weird and shrill, on the still air, and
she sprang to the window. There was
nothing to be seen but the wonderful beau