The Newtown bee., 1877-10-11

 kindly permi, mo to whip the stream l shall be cry glad"
 "Oh, certainly. certainly" he said. "I am an old fisherman myself, aniI be- lievs we of the craft are somewhat Free Masons in our way. The May-ny are well on. and you will have good sport towards cvcning--not before"
 He moved towards. the rustic gate as he spoke. and held 1t open.
 "But really--" stammered.
 My dear sir" said the old gentleman, "I lead sues quiet life here that visi- itor from the great city is most welcome. You will be favoring me by coming in and psrtaking of our humble fare, and, besides, you will get scarcely anything at the little public house below"
 This to me seemed quite idyllic, but l felt bound to refuse, till A glance at my host decided me, and almost before I had recovered from my astonishment WAS in cozy little room, looking out upon rustic yeranda, clustered with roses just budding, and being introduced to ''my wife" pleasant, comedy old lady, with hair like frosted silver.
 The lbreakfast table was spread there was the snowy cloth, the glistening cof. fee-pot; at the other end fsaght cover that was sure would reveal ham and eggs; there was the golden butter, the delicious looking crusty loaf, and neat. handed maiden without any fuss placed an extra knife, fork, lplas. and ehaie fol I me.
 "Tell Miss Laura breakfas! is ready . said the old rector. "shc is in the gar den." Then turning to me--"Asword lc put you at your ease" he said, sadly My poor daughter suffers from terri ble mental aftiiction. Don't speak tt her: she would not answer you sh, rarely even speaks to us."
 was quite prepared to see the lady had encountered in the wood giids int, the room and take her place sspposlte and this she did without noticing me and though l had been ravenousIy hun gry just before, somehow her presence SD affected mo that made but poo breakfast. As we finished the poor gir rose and glided away again, shortly after wards followed by her moi her.
 Poor girl p said involuntarily, sne then l started, vexed at my indiscretion for the rector laid his hand upon my asn saying softly,
 Thank you"
 l He looked at me, as interpreted it, a if he would like to be questioned, and yentured to say:
 ''Has she been always 50 ?'
 No, mo-" said the old man sadly, "th flower was bright and vigorous once, bu blight came upon it, and since then has faded slowly till it dropped as yo, see it now. Thy kingdom come, Tn, will be done'"
 He said those last words in su almos inaudible tone, but caught two UT thre and was able tasntally to fill the rest.
 ''l can hardly think it WAS that" sait the old rector sadly, but sine has fade, away ever since this time three years az when gentleman of about your age wa down here fishing"
 "The old story" l said, bitterly.
 "No, my friend, no; he was stayip, at little farm close by, aud asked leav to fish just as you have, and I showe him trifle of hospitality. 1 believe hir to have been gentleman in every sens of the word, and at times I think h must have nlads strange impression ol my poor child He was only here fu three days, and we have never seen hit since. Perhaps it is only fancy. and m poor child's ailment may proceed froI other causes. But come, will shov you the water"
 Leading the way the old gentlema took me across the sloping meadows and left me at last by as beautiful trou stream as ever saw.
 "There," he said. II won't stop. bu if there is no sign of rise come and hay bit of lunch. We shall dine at ?, 80 g to leave you free for the evening, whe the trout are sure to come on."
 Before..I could utter z word of prote, he was gone: and thsn with that del cious trout stream before me. my tack in my hand and the MSy-fies dartiu up and down. I. an ardent fisherman forgot all, and sat down upon an ol stump, trying to bring up old memori' --s half forgotten story tohd me | quaint Ralph Darly, my old friend an companion, who he'd told me to go su try this water old Ralph. ths mysog. mist, the dry. grumpy, old fellow. vi had told me one night in his chambe in the Temple. in one of his rare burs of confidence, as we sat in the ops window smoking. how he hsd once set 6 girl who he could have loved wi, all his heart. but poverty dread nf r fusal and nioral cowardice had kept hi