Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1879-07-26

infatuated you1 | came to say to you
that she will receive warning from me
tonight, and in future l will myself at
tend TO this precious copying. L thank
divine goodness my eyes"
You will do nothing of the kind ! :"
suddenly thundered the amazed Mr..
Petcrsham.
"Humph - said Mrs. Mynshyn. rising
and getting out of the room, and in her
turn shaking about the flower laden at
mosphere, II have already done It,
And so. when Miss Furneval took up
note from her dressing table, out OF
which a bank-bill dropped, 1t appeared
that she had.
To Mrs. Mynshyn's CONSERVATION,
aftor that curt note, Miss Furneval
walked IN next morning and took her
customary place ut the breakfast table.
although no plate had been set for her.
She was in her pretty white morning
gown, too, with Il creamy tea-rose in
the knot of pale blue ribbhn at her
throat, making a gorgeous piece of color
with her brown skin and scarlet cheek
and an early golden leaf in her hair.
When the servant had poured her coffee
and lett the room, Miss Furneval turned
to Mr.. Petersham and said, II have re-
ceived rather extraordinary commu-
nication from Mrs. Mynshyn. had
thought you were my employer. MIR.
Petersham."
Il am" said that gentleman.
"And l."
"And you are to take no notice of any
communication of the sort that sup
pose you mean from Mrs. Mynshin,"
said Mr. Petersham, as quietly as before,
but pale with the effort. and feeling all
ut once like giant who has rent his
chain.
'.Betore my very tace!' gasped Mrs.
Mynsh7n, and became rigid. - f.. .
II thank you, SIR" said Miss. Furne-
val. "All the same, perhaps. it would
be best that should 60. Not to-day.
indeed; that would be very tatiguing.
But tomorrow, it you will send to the
stage Office, will thank you. AS for
the rest, Sir, it is better than long life
with you to see you" e
'.To see me at last assert my man
hood" said he then. "But you will not
60. And if my sister wishes to continue
at the head of my house, she will insls,
upon your remaining. .
Mrs. Mynshyn rose to the full attenua-
ton of her awful height, her yellow face
frozen to clay. You hussy!" she ex
claimed with the help of her long, lean
shaking iorefinger, and swept out OF the
room. Mrs. Grey's ring had been heart
at the door. and an hour afterward tht
good gossip went off loaded.
| lr hn,sfto MOI RI
was hitched at the gate. and the gentle
old man came uD the walk and asked
Tor Miss Furneval, who had been gath
cring together her affairs, which wer'
pretty widely distributed throughout
the house.
my child" said he, as Miss Furne
val entered. II have thought it best t.
come directly to you. What is this
hear ?'' ... o.. ts 'a
.sHow should l know before you tel
me, sirp" returned Miss Furneval. in
somewhat defiant manner, new to her
pausing before him, and looking ut hin
with no other change of face than tn
gradual whitening OF the lips. .i
.'Do you mean to say" began ID
Gilbert, little nettled by this unbend
ing demeanor, ''that these sad thing
which / hear through Mrs. Grey fror
Mrs. Mynshyn are" .as %"
81 mean to say" cried Miss Furneva
with indignant warmth, ''thatz you
church, has no more right to become
nest Of money-changers. What rigll
has one christian to think i'll and spea
III ssIIUtiIvr aia -
/" Purge me with hyssop, and sha
be clean. said De-. Gildert gravel,
81 am not going to answer you in thi
spirit, my child. 1 will come to tn
point, and only ask you two or thre
questions, which, as your pastor an
spiritual guide, l have right to do. Al
. you, rs Mrs. Mynshyn says you are,
married woman with husband living ?
81 am," said Miss Furneval. bowin
J her head haughtily whore she stood.
"And have you, as Mrs. Mynshy
!. says you have, listened not unfavorabl
, to addresses from Mr.. Petersham?"
81 have'-aftcr an almost impercept
. BILE hesitation.
"And he--you. l mean Pardo
me, the wicked words are difficult to 50
you love him?''
Miss Furneval paused. lifting he
head and looking into space. "Yes
she said at last, II do" f
''My child, my child.' cried the oil
minister, "the Lord has forsaken you.
'No, sir" said Miss Furneval. 81
Mrs. Mynshyn has read my letters {
my old aunt, and read them without tt
key" She was silent moment-'.M
dear, kind friend," she cried then, al
: proaching him, and all at once she stol
ped and burst into the gayest peal {
laughter with which the raiters of tn;
room had ever rung.
DIR. Gilbert threw up his hands
horror. $50 hardened p he exclaimed
SO" And just there Mrs. Mynshy
opened the door. He turned toward he
with sort of sob in his old voice. "Tt
worst" he said-'the worst ls true"
"And more than that,'' cried Mr.
MynshYn, ''she paints"
,, And before Miss Furneval could r.
= , cover or bethlnk herself, Mrs. Mynshy
had conducted the old gentleman out
the room, he had mounted his nag, ar
i was soberly and sadly jogging away =,
take measures for dealing with the rel
, rebate.
Miss Furneval picked up her hat, ar
sauntered out of the house. 1t was
cloudless day of tervent heat; the SIX
I had deepened its blue every hour till
{ hung heavy brooding purple pail, wit
l lightnngs playing on the fringes alon
$ the horizon. The morning breeze ha
c fallen, the birds were still, the leave
forgot to stir. She thought it would |
cooler ont-of-doors; she could not sta
beneath the roof; she followed by th
, bed of the brook to the old mill. AS st
went along, Mrs. Mynshyn, in her hig
chaise and with her head in the al
= passed on the narrow road below, b,
side the brook. on her way doubtless {
enjoy her tidbits with Miss Overto
Miss Furneyal wandered on, till throug
the cleft of the hills the landscal
stretched under her in its violet mantle
Il land of peace, an enchanted countr
OF delight. As she looked ut it fe'
drops of rain fell. She was long wa
from the house, and there was no she
ter but the forsaken mill at hand. Sh
clambcred down, and traversed Its ricket
floors to a window, where she leaned an
looked out, and dreamed a little, with
smile on her lips. She was very tired
! before she knew it her head had falle
on the sill, and she was dreaming in n
allty-the reality of Il sweet slumber.
She was walked Il half hour alterwarC
: by Il strange and horrible noise, a boom
; ing OF thunder that echoed through th
hollow of the sky and every hollow r