The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-09-04

awRy,andit Waanever seen again. Tsnt,
somehow, Il got wind that he had bullt
Il Into the wall Of the church; perhaps
he didn't say 30. but was only under
stood TO say 90. However, people lsetl
10 look round the church for the place,
Aud now comes the most remarkable
thing oIall; three years ago The present
rector repaired The floor OF the Chancel,
intending to put down encaustlc tiles,
Much 10 his surprise, the Workmen
found plenty OF old enCaustlc tiles; thew
had been Inferred o. rubbish at sumo
period, when antiquity and beauty
were less respected than they are now,
I SUPPOSE fI-'
Mr. Raby broke In THE Purllsus,
BarbRrIans I beasts Il was lust ike
them. Well, sir - -
1When the rector found that he exca.
waited more than was absolutely neceg-
sRry for his purpose, and the deeper be
went the more encaustio tiles. In one
place they got down 10 the foundation,
and they found an oak chest fast In The
rock-a sort OF channel had been cut IN
the rock for this ohest, or rather box
(for lt was only about eighteen inches
long, TO lie In. The master mason was
there luckily, and would not move Il
Till the rector had seen 1t. He was sent
for, but half the parish was there before
him; and he tells me there were Three
theories firmly established and proved,
before he could finish his break fast and
get to the spot. Theory OF Wilder The
village grocer. 1T Is treasure hidden
by them there sly old monks MI,
Wilder is o mlser and 10 known 10 Law
up money. BE is, believe, the only
man left In the North country who can
show you hundred spade g1lneas,'
Mr.. Raby replied energetiCally, Il re.
spect him. Wilder forever! What was
the next theory?' -
THE skeleton OF a child. forget who
propounded this; but l believe It car.
ried the majority. Bat the old sexton
gave II blow. NAY, nay,' said he:
'them's the notions Of strangers, was
born here and my father afore me, II
will be Molly SlRIer's. candle and
nought else.' Then poor Molly's whole
story came up again over the suspected
box. But am very tsdlous.'
Tedious! You are delightful and
thrilling, and pray go on. The rector
had the box opened2'
'0n the spot.' ..
'WellI'
THE box went 10 pieces In spite Of all
their care. But there was no doubt as
to Its contents
Grace exclaimed enthuI Iaslically, "a
candle. Oh do say a candle!'
Mr.. Coventry responded, RS awful.
ly tempting; but l suspect the tradi-
!ional part Of my story 10 slightly en-.
0eIttShcd; SO the historical part must be
accurate. What the box did really con.
tain, to my knowledge, was a rush.
Wick, much thicker than they are now.
days; and this rush.wick was im>
pregnated with grease, and even light,
y coated with q sort OF brown wafer
like paste. The rector thinks It was a
combination Of fine dust from the box
with the original grease. He shall
show 1t you, II you are curious 10 see IT,
'Ot course we are curious. Oh, Mr.,
Raby, what strange story. And how
well he told IT,
Admirably, We must drink his
health.'
'l'll wish 1t him instead, because 1
require all my reason now TO under.
stand his story. And l don't under.
stand II, after all. There; You found
the candle. and so II Is ali true. Bat
what does the rector thlnk?'
Well, he says there Is no connection
whatever between the rush wick and
Don't tell her what he says cried
ltaby, with sudden Jury that made
Grace start and open her eyes, Il know
the puppy. He Is what Is called a di.
vine nowadays; but used 10 be called
u scepLic. There never was so infiIel
an age. Soclnus was content 10 prove
Jesus Christ man; but Renan has
gone and proved him FrenchmRn,
Nothing Is 30 gul ible as an unbellever,
Tho right reverend father In God.
Cocker, has gnawed away the Old Tes.
lament; the Oxford doctors are nth.
bling away the New; nothing escapes
but the Apocrypha, yet these same
scep!ics believe the Impudent lies, and
monstrous arithmetic, OF geology,
which babbles about q million years.
period actually beyond the com.
pfehenslon OF tho human intellect;
and lnkes up a jawbone, that some
sly navy has translated overnight
from the Churchyard into Lord knows
what stratum fees the navy, Rloa(s
over the bone, and knocks the Bible
down with 1t. No, Mr.. Coventry, your
storyis Il good one and well told; don't
let US delIe 1t with the comments or a
sceptlcAl credulous pedant. Fill your
glass, sir. Here's to old religion, old
stories, old songs, old houses, old wine,
old friends, or recovering himself with
admirable grace) TO new friends that
are 10 Oe Old ones ere we die. Come
lei the stronger vessel drink, and the
weaker vessel sip, and all say together,
after mo
Ito. . Well may veal Le.