The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-02-08

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their heads, and lost the rigidity by
which their sculptor had tried to rep
resent dignity. The sunlight played
upon the organ beside the altar, and
fell in cloud Of color upon the pa
tient face Of poor little Charlotte Lem
ire, who was left there alone thinking.
On the steps Of the organ-loft sat, side
by side, John Wybrow and Ruth
Warneford. Mark that he has not
spoken word Of love, nor has she
thought of love, yet they sat like low
ers, only not hand in hand.
The young man has been telling the
girl Of places which he knows, not
far away, where stretch meadows COW
cred with flowers from spring to late
autumn-the golden buttercup, tho
meadow-sweet, the wild convolvulus,
and the cowslip-where there are
woods, and streams, and cornfields.
"Some day, Ruth, we will 60 and
see them. Some day when am my
own master" He added the last
words under his breath.
"Ah!n she sighed, II have no holi-
day. 1t is wrong to be always wish
ing for things; but oh! John, do
sometimes long for little change
just few days in the country, such
as used to have when was girl,
before-long ago. 1t would be some
thing to think Of in the winter even
ings, you see, especially If could 60
again.
"Poor Ruth. Poor child! I wish
could do something for you; but /
can not-yet l am only clerk now
will you have little more patience?"
Nov you think am complaining.
But indeed, indeed, am not. l am
very happy. am sure ought to be.
Only now and then, when the sun is
hot and the streets are close, and when
young gentlemen like Mr.. John Wy
brow tell me of beautiful places, where
rich people can wander and see sweet
things, why then, you see, it is hard
not to feel little, just little, discon-
tented. And If / am discontented,
what ought little Charlotte to be?"
Poor Charlottev'
Look ut her, John. She will sit
there 80 long as l let her. To be in
the quiet church soothes her nerves.
She can not bear the noise of the 9TH
er children; she is happiest here. II
I were cripple, do you think 1 would
be so patient that poor child?"
Ruth shook her little head with a
genture of self-reproach.
What further line the conversation
might taken can not safely be asser-
ted, because it was then interrupted
by a great tramping Of feet and noise
of men in the church porch.
1T is the alderman's day." said
Ruth. Let US sit here quietly, and
we shall see it all. The railings Of
the tomb are opened"
The doors were flung open, and
there marched up the aisle process
sion. First came the beadle, with the
gold stick of Office. He was followed
by the rector in full canonicals. At
ter him, somewhat marring the effect
by an ignoble limp, came the clerk
After the clergy followed the laity,
consisting Of two trustees, the school
master, and a tail Of six boys, A
stray gentleman, not belonging to the
procession, came in after the rest, and
at sight of him both the spectators on
the steps of the organ-loft started, and
one Of them, the young man, changed
color.
"There is Mr.. Baldwin, my bene-
faetor,' said Ruth quietly. She did
not look up, or she would have seen
John Wybrow turn pale and then
flush crimson.
Mr.. Baldwin, leaning on y stick.
seemed to he watching the cermony
at the monument. This took ten
minutes or 80, when the procession re-
formed, and marched solemly out of
the church again.
An old woman, one of the aims
house widows, left the doors open for
the stranger, who remained behind.
Mr.. Baldwin, who did not appear to
be in any hurry, began to look round
the church, taking the monuments
one by one.
yyaif ft11 n,
way, and speak to him" said Ruth.
John Wybrow bit his lips, but said
nothing. He stood upright, arms
folded, in an attitude which might
have meant defiance.
The old gentleman, adjusting his
glasses, came slowly along the north
wall, reading the inscriptions and
looking at the tombs. Ruth watched
him with smile of amusement.
"How surprised he will be to see
me here"' she whispered
He was surprised. In his surprise
he looked, when he came upon the
pair, from one to the other, dropping
his glasses.
"John! Ruth Warneford!n he
said. "What is this? what is this ?"
Ruth stepped forward with a pretty
laugh. "You are in my church, Mr..
Baldwin," she said. II am organist
h ere."
He looked more surprised than ever.
Angry too.
Explain this, john" he said with
out answering the girl.
Then Ruth began to feel that there
was something wrong.
There is nothing to explain, Sir"
said John. "This is Miss Warneford,
whom you know. She is organist at
st. Ethelred's. l sing here in the
choir"
$50, that is all, is ito"
John Wybybrow hesitated for
moment. Then he stepped forward
to where Ruth was standing.
mo, Sir" he said; "that is not all.
This young lady knows me by my
name, but she does not know that l
am your nephew; that fact l never
told her. She learns it now for the
first time.n