The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1867-09-07

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1o ne talked as pleasant and easy as Richard
that haste be done in our church. '
70 father, tel ine!n cried Martin with
sparkling eyes, ~ ~ - 81 P''n' win
wen, when we have finished the chancel.
WIN us nne network, and all The ,1,fiiculf
Iracery IN the east window, which the master
+ WIN nave to DO himself there will be fine COL
oreu g'ass put In, and pictures will be painted
Sylvester" '''o "ie''od o'ih'
Who will paint those, father2Y t..
some men are coming across the sea. from
tne iand called Italy, to do them, SO tbe mas
yer told me- But the pictures will he a wear
OF more a-painting; we shall have finished
our work long before that
father?" m = 60 - =. e e 70 puiio'
yes, boy; we. have to put up two screens
~ nne open WORK, IKE the great window, at
the east end OF the south aisle. to make a
chapel, where Sir Simon de Harcourt and .be
dame ms wife will be laid when they are dead
ana grand tomb will be raised over them,
ana tnelr figures carved in stone upon "a"
Inc lame Mildred passed throlqb the
vuiase to-day, and she smiled kindly on me-
sald martin. "She had a queer thing ON her
nSau, IKE the church steeple for shape, made
d an VI Hne pine sllk, and a veil of lawn hung
e.
People bring back such follies when thev
go 10 London, said the wife. Il like tne old
ways pest; but 1t is fit for the mobiles to have
new ana hne things, and the Lady Mildred is
81 Sir Simon is thrifty man and a oener-
GUS, added her husband, "to spend his money
on the church building" my
e ~ WIN cost great sum, beyond doubt
"a A great sum! 1t viii cost a good tbnn-
san pound, the master tells me-" - -
"A Thousand pound cried mother and son
ior pound was OF more value at the close of
the nfteenth century than it is now. IA
and yet Sir Simon de Harcourt is not so
ricn as some OF his neighbors," added the
wife. xaA "A 81 ~" 'Aie
His lands are not broad, but lie is none of
your rasl mobiles, like. one have heard toll of
who had fifty suits of golden tissue and in T''
stead of building one of these new fashioned
mansions OF wood, all carved and nIastered
ne Is content to live in stone, as his fathers
But If he were to build him new bo,se
IL ' WOULD be new work for you, said the wife,
Irue, wife; but in the end like better to
s s, !nose tnat can living in good stone as they
oto IN the ialr Old times, before these Iuxuries
came IN OF chimneys and soft sleeping"
AHer little pause Martin heaved a deem
what is it child ?" asked the mother. fem
derly. Are you in pain 2"
NO; but l do wish / could worl, in the
e church, like father, he answered, in low
The mason laughed. s., -
Quill never do that, boy" he said.
But the mother understood he,. so,, ho..o
ana laid her hand softly on his thin fingers
NOW we must show father sometbjnS shall
we? she said 'niis Snai
Martin nodded; and going to an oaken
Iockef, sue opened 1t, and brought cut a fresh
stone crocKet or final, uelicateIy carved in tbe
snape " tnree young fern fronds; two tightly
curled up, and nodding towards each Other.
the third just open enough TO bend ike ;,
graceful feather over its little sisters. The |
mason took 1t and turned it over and over |
while Martin looked with anxious ewes and
painting breast. ssfe7-f - AN'N ''o' 'iu
..r, 4nats good bit of work" said tbe father.
sa nays as tne masters doing. Who gave it to
Martins cheeks flushed red with low and
!, eyes cleaned mischevious,y. but IL me-
tner was too proud to keep the secret 'n''
. Its our Martin's," she said. 1lo9
Wnat do you mean? Who did it?n
j "Our Martin himself: he did itn"tN
Nen your The mason looked with a
again. " LIS "ie ana pack
he has been working day BY dav when
VI ~ ouU, WIN MS grandfather's old fools
wnlcn you gave him." said the woman. "hnt
ne would not let me speak word till he baJ
doneSomethlng mt to show youAIs MT il pretty
now? Look at the leaves, for ali the WI,
like bit of fern" "oiio
The mason turned the final over and over
between his finger and thumb, mutterine an
"hum humw of admiration and
pleasure. ~ '''N
a aow did you get the fancy of it, boy?"
1ne Gay when you carried me to the foot |
a. 'u , cnurch bank, and / waited there all |
and tbng. played with some little ferns, |
them.' ksg1' 4 = w u IL could not make
murmured the mason, nun mum
very tlmidly, Martin edged bims.,f .,o
the settle to his fathers elbow and 1oo "i1ns
IN nls race with wistful eagerness. said. mi
you, father" 's'u 10 ask
ho,s Mnat is it, boy?" asked the mason. still
in S;du,he the bit of stone in one hand while he
@I I Ins olner round his sons neck.
tho ch,,rS :" 10 some work, if ever SO little in
,;ec en ~ l think should so dearly like a
IF nov.a,e own handiwork. that is. a niece
in i, nSs fs, 70 be always in the dear church
The S,o.,- an gone where cannot SEQ itn
aR Ru Workman S.'.,1in looked puzzled. 'e@ '''
n,,,s Du r ouiio'ng up is hard to do. child Ono
rom place to place." 'ioi Tar, and go
4 es, father, in building. but mt =;
", II you would but show these ii.ti ~ carving
tne master, and ask him whether . NOR ,e,hs 70
ooy' VINO longs to do it very much , m ,;o1e