The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1869-02-11

Though with patience He stands waiting, with
i exactness grindS He ALL"
" f." ia n.H LsxOFELtOw.
sn7au CONCLUSION "1
tHow is Ihef' asked Mrs. Carter Of
old Isott the following day: sls' s'
oShe's living yet, but the Lord'll
take her to hisSelf, poor lamb, before
long, there can't be no doubt. Her
poor, baby be gone before her" "S, 1,,eg .,F' 7
."The baby borni Born deadi" b
"Nevsr brSathsd, poor dear; a boy.
Poor missus wsnt off into them fearful
commissions as soen' as he were born,
and since they be gone of, she has
never noticed nor asked nothing and
Mrs. Baker, she up and telled her at
last as how't was gone, thinking to
rouse herr but you might just as we'll
try to rouse a stone"
when do you expect Mr.. Den
bighP' aagb anal
''Master can't be here yet awhile"
said Isott, her shrewd old face sudden
ly assumed an utterly expreSsionIess
stolidity. "By the very last train TO-
night, p'rapsSi but / can't say no.
ways"
: II should like to see her, if l
might" said the lady, advancing into
the passage; but Isott did not move.
"The house to be kept so quiet as
possible; them was our ORDER" she
remarked, looking straight before her;
so decided a hint that Mrs. Carter
could only stop short, and say, as she
prepared to depart:
"Then Unjust not come in, / suppose;
But, if she should sit conscious by
and by, pray, think of me !"
Isott gave her promise with the
cheerful alacrity Of a person determin-
ed beforehand to break it and slowly
and sadly Mrs Carter turned away.
Then Isott, without returning to the
sick-room, betOok herself TO the parlor,
and sat down close to the window
whence she could see up and down
the lane. 1t was not very long before
the swing of the gate and the sound Of
q quick decided step on the gravel
made her look eagerly out, and, before
the bell could ring, she had flung open
the door, and stood face to face with
her master. His upright figure looked
more fill-of vigor than ever after the
exhilaration Of his FIVE miles walk, and
bis face was brighter than usual with
the pleasure ofreturning home. Walk
ing from SlOwcombe by the fOotpath
and, with hasty nod to Isott, was
striding past her, hurrying to find his
wife, when the old woman seized his
arm in a grip which had a moral, if not
a physical, power in it he could not
resist, drew him into the parlOr, and
closed both doors
"MaStsr Philip" she said, uncon-
sOiously returning to the nursery Ian
guags Of old days, ct is all a come
out. There was gentleman here last
night, and he's tslled ''un how Cap'n
ClaveriDg wasn't never drowned at all;
and how he did come. home last Jan
uary was three years; and the vicar do
know it, and Mrs. Carter do know it;
but they shouldn't. talk without seeing
as the door was fast, when they was
talking about your! business, and not
SO very far Off / made so bold asto
open your letter to missuS this morn
in, and when / did see as you was .
goin' to startaafore yon could getthat
there telegraph, and got here afore you
was expected, iitdid zim quite a Prov
idence." ..2i aH ~ y '.at
2 ISott never looked at her masters
while she hurried out these words !
shewas studying the hem Of her apron,
and trying hard to Controls her violent
trembling. If she had looked up, ,she
would have seen agray shade pass over
Mr.. Densbigh'S always pale face, but
bis voice was as steady As ever, as he
stsrnly asked; 5a iea, g,l ra''. f +
"AreyOu gone out of your mihdY'
"No, Master Philip" she said, speak
ing more calmly, "that ] bain't, and
you do know as bain't, right we'll. I
dont't Ak no questions bout that there
stranger as come the night you know
Of | don't ak ye nothing at all about
it /; it's all between your conscience and
God A,mightyi but they'll be after ye
they will--So sure as you be alive
and here's twenty pounds as Jonathan
and I'll never Ak ye for again-and
take my advice, do ye now, and 60 of
go off. to once-that'lI pay your jour
hney--forI do love ye, my dear,'ashe
wound up, bursting into piteous sobs
and tears-'G do. love ye, ! always
did! o don't ye, don't ye bring my
gray hairs wi sorrow to the gravel"
The pathos Of passionate earnestness
in the old woman's voice made a
strange contrast to her masters self
CONTAINED manner. bae sro'risgbni
"Whsrs is'your mistress I" be asked,
+ in bis quick hard tone, just pushing