Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-03-18

lying awake all night, listening for the
smashing in of doors and Windows"
Cracking the fire into blaze, called
Thomas to light the lamp and shut the
shutters. When told of the affair, bidding
him not to mention it. he took different
view OF 1t altogether, and put 1t down to
the score of one Of the younger maid-ser-
wants ilaat,7 F.
They've got sweethearts, Master John
ny, the hussies have-lots of sweethearts.
One or the other Of 'em is always siding
sheep-faced up to the house, as though be
didn't dare to call his legs his own." soa
Nothing more was said about the man;
and Tom Coney-whe stayed al supper
held our tongues, as agreed upon. Butt
told Ted in going up to bed He was
sleepy, and did not think much fit. Whsn
related, it did not seem to be much They
had not seen it.
Timberdale Rectory was a coxy, old
fashion house. its front walls covered with
ivy, and standing by itself amid pasture
land, field's length from the church. Mrs
Todhetley sent me there on the Monday
morning to invite the Rector, Herbert
Tanerton, and his wife to dine with Us the
next evening off a prime goldfish from
London. The Squire and Ted had gone
out shooting. 1t was January weather;
cold and bright, with frosty sky. Icicles
dropped from the trees, and the snow in
Crabb ravine was above my ankles. The
master had said. 81 should 60 the road
way, Johnny" but did not mind tine
snow .s
In Timberdale met Margaret Rymer.
She had her black cloak and bonnet on,
and the gentle and refined face, with its
mild brown eyes, put me more than ever
in mind of her dead father.
1 dare say nobody remembers her. But
l told something about her and her peo-
pie long while ago. Thomas Bymer, q
gentleman born. but who was kept down
by circumstances and never got on to pass
fer surgeon, had kept the druggist shop
at Timberdale. His wife was just as vnf-
gar as he was refined, and they had two
children; Benjamin, who followed his
mother in looks. and turned out not over
well, and Margaret, who was like her
father. When Thomas Rymer died, part.
ly of cold on the chest, partly of broken
heart, Margaret continued 70 keep bust
ness going. She understood the drugs
thoroughly. During the ten months. or
so that had elapsed since, the son mad
not made his appearance at home. Tim
berdale would say, why does not Benja-
min come back to carry on the business
In his fathers shop but it got no satisfactory
answer. Latterly, Timberdale. had let
Benjamin alone, and busted itself with
Margaret. aga. ha
Some six months ago. the Reverand
Isaac Sale had acme to Timberdale as Gu
rate. He was an abrupt, dark little man
Of sterings worth, and some thirty years
of age-older than the Rector Margaret
Rymer met him at the Sunday school.
where she taught regularly. and he fell
desperately in love with her-if it's not
wrong to say that of parson. In position
she was not his equal but Mr.. Sale made
no secret that he wanted Margaret to be
his wife. Mrs. Rymer opposed it; how
was the business to be kept going without
Margaret she demanded; or herself eth
er.
Mr.. Sale had taken the curacy as onlya
temporary thing. He was waiting for
some expected appointment abroad.
When it fell, Margaret Rymer would have
to choose between sailing with him ~ his
wife, or staying at home and giving him
up for good. SO said Timberdale.
Alter standing to talk bit with Mar
garet, who was out. she said. on an errand
for her mother, | ran on to the rectory.
Mr.. Tanerton and his wife were in the
snug little -windowed front room.
He, spare and colorless. young, yet with
cold gray eyes and thin light whiskers.
sat by the blazing fire of wood and coal,
that went roaring and sparkling up the
chimney. Somehow Herbert Tanerton
gave you the idea of being always in
chill. Intending to be kind in the main,
he was yet severe, taking TOO much note
of offences, and expecting all the world.
and especially his own flock. to be better
than gold.
Grace, his wife, kind. genial and open
hearted. sat at the window, stitching .
wrstband for some one or other of her
husbands shirts-he was as particular
over them RS he was over the parish sins
and glancing eheerfully out betwes
whies at the snowy landscape. She :.
Il capable woman. rather tall and slep =, .s
with bright, dark hazel eyes. and .s oe
mouth that seemed always to be s -
to show its pretty white teeth. S.n:.
me coming, she ran to open 4
door. They had no children. e Po''
Come in. Johnny! Is itr
day? Herbert thinks it is ., 1 s' '1ss
morning we have had. But 'ne coiue
put out a little nc ""s "e'
What aboutp" | asked,
turned in his chair to 81 INC 49, Sa:
me. ""'e'
"Mr. Sale is going to ,... ,, .;a :.
as sat down by the tai ~ ".. ..rh ~ q.
ment he expected has 80 e. r. ~,
il is chaplaincy at 1.;'as rs,."I II ..J
Mr.. Sale has known 20. ca .s"". ~.
never told Herbert .,o.:i,ss ~. -
ssHa SppEp To N"s.' )
.,;n - ppor,';oa me in the vestry ali
;n;,,rna 800 80 =. said the Rector, In
,;gn ~" ,ha, he ,vo And he said at the sal
-. !, dd no, IS not sure he should ace,
! saw ~ az as cles, .uite depend upon hims,
as though S wa. ne ns.n' 70 lmp
+ ;s a nre, that girl, Margsres Rym
clerovma ,osterous thing. The idea o
marry he and q gentleman wanting
..ii w r! She kept chemists shoj
for 7 II as her father who kept it," / 4
hear xed Margaret, and did not care
yent, ner disparaged. "And be wa
q, .eman born" 9sas e&w "
tho What has that to do with ii ?n reto,
hr parson, who was In one Of his tou
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