The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1868-12-29
HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
by ANTHONY TROLLoPE.
CHAPTER XIV,
Continued

The country about Nuncombe Putney
ia perhaps as pretty as any in England.
IL is beyond the river Teign, between
that and Dartmoor, and is so lovely in
all its variations of rivers, riyulets,
broken ground, hills and dales, old bro
ken, battered, time-worn timber, green
knobs, rich pasture, and healthy com
mon, that the wonder is that English
lovers of scenery know so little OF II.
At the Stag and Antlers old Mrs. Crock
ct. than whom no old woman In the
public line was ever more generous,
moro peppery, or more kind, kept two
clean bedrooms, and could cook leg OF
Dartmoor mutton and make an apple
pie against any vourau III DeNoHsuiio'
"DTat your fish ~ she would say,
when some self-indulgent and eXactlhS
traveller would wish for more than these
accustomed viands. "Cock you mp WIN ;h
dainties can't ST. &og % I50%as
And then you'll get it sinking may
hap" Now Priscilla Stanbury and Mrs.
Crockett were great friends, and there
had been times of deep want, in which
Mrs. Crocket's friendship had been very
serviceable TO the ladies at the cottage.
inn one. morning to ask after convey
ance from Nuncombe Putney to Prince
town, and had found that four
wheeled open carriage with an ola
horse and a very young driver could De
hired there. 1--WE have never dreamed
of such thing" Priscilla Stanbury had
said, "and the only time | was at
Princetown / walked there and back"
So they had called at the Stag and Ant
lers, and Mrs. Crockett had told them her
mind upon several matters.
"What a dear old woman p said No.
ra, as they came away, having made
their bargain for the open carriage.
81 think she takes quite enough upon
herself, you know" said Mrs. Trevel
yan.
"She is a dear old woman" said Pris-
ella, not attending at all to the last
words that had been spoken, "She is
one of the best friends have in the
world. If were to say the best out of
my own family, perhaps | should not be
wrong"
"But she uses such very odd language
for a woman" said Mrs. Trevclyan.
Now Mrs. Crockett had certainly
drafted" ard "darned" the boy, who
wouldn't come as fast as she had wished,
and had laughed at Mrs. Trevelyan very
contemptuously, when that lady had
suggested that the urchin, who was ut
last brought forth, might not be safe
charioteer down some of the hills.
81 suppose Pm used to it, said PriS-
ella. "At any rate | know / like it.
And like her."
81 dare say she's good sort of wo-
man." said Mrs. Trevelyan, "Only-'
81 am not saying anything about her
being a good woman now, said Priscilla,
interrupting the other with some vrhe-
mence, "but only that she is my fricnd.'
81 liked her of all things said Nora.
"Has she lived here always -
eyes; all her life. The house be-
longed to her father and to her grand
father before her, and think she says
she has never slept out of it q dozen
times in her life. Her husband is dead,
and her daughters are married away,
and shs has the great grief and trouble
of ne'er-1o- well son. He's away now,
and she's all alone" Then after a
pause, she continued: IL dare say il
seems odd to you, Mrs. Trrvclyan. that
we should speak of tho innkeeper Ms a
dear friend; but you uust remember
that we have been poor .monr the
poorest,-and are so indeed now We |,
only came into our present house To re.
ceive YOU. That is where We USED To
live" and she pointed to the tiny cot,
tape, which. now that il was dismaut- |
led and desolate, looked to be doubly |
poor. "There have been times when
we should have gone to bed very hun
CRY lift had not been for Mrs. Crockett"
Later in the day Mrs. Trevelyap,
finding Priscilla alone, had apelogized
for what she had said about the old wO-
man.
al was very thosghtlcss and forget !
full, but | hope you will not be angry |
with me. will be ever so fond of her
if you will forgive me-"
livery WE'LL" said Priscilla, smiling:
ION those conditions will forgive yoH."
And from that time there sprang up
something like feeling of friendship
between Priscilla and Mrs. Trevelyan.
Nevertheless, Priscilla was still Of,
opinion that the Clock House arrange
ment was dangerous, and should never
have been made; and Mrs. Stanbury, al
WAYS timid of her own nature, began to
fear that it must be so, as on as she
was removed from the influence of her
son.
She did not see much evcn of the few
peishbors who lived around her, but
she fancied that people looked at her in
church as though she had done that
which she ought not to have done, in
taking herself TO big aud comfortable
house for the sake of lending her protec.
tion to a lady who was separated from
her husband. 1t was not that she be-
lieted that Mrs. Trevelyan had been
vrong; but that, knowing herself to be