The sun., 1880-09-19

smash sverything. we shont bo long" sine
and Chrisly went up to the hall door and
from comic looking hrnss lions mouth that
served Tor thqi purpose alter delay. thrre
dress, and with countrnnnce expressing ut
once kindness and serenity. who ushered them
across a narrow, unlnrnlshrd pnssnGe sl, into u
BY the wall lay deal pneking cases
showing the leather covers Of the books. which
seemed tnoir only contents. The boards were
barr and the solitary back window, without
curtain or blind save an open outlook into tho
wilderness OF II garden where the finest OF the
hedges had grown IN unchecked. and the grass
had long ago invaded aud mnde its own OF tho
alleys whose Whereabouts was TO be guess"d
Only from ie anImarks afforded by me slrnGd;
md intended and the ripe apples lay thick on
tue ground rs they had fallen from the boushs.
bed OF miEnonette had outgrown It's boun-
daries and sprawled acrossi the neglected path
wny, shaking lis now ripe seed vessels among
spectral-ooRing frame from n circle of tall
Michaelmas daisies and audaclous dnn1elions.
out the window. aftcra discursve range Of tho
den?" Esther ohcyed this Invitation. u ,dresssd.
though indirectly. to her. and sighed pr So hes
held the waste and rui n there set forth. She
wns about to speak but somc indesrr'hable
ears. and made both the girls turn round, The
door opened with rusty. uneven crcak. and
lnt muster OF tne mouse SlOOu DsIOTe UUbm. n
little. pale old man. dressed IN a rusty. stained
cassock. half the buttons Of which were MISS
Ing Ini. and which was Fastened awry: his sehnty
sllvery hair falling over the spotpss white rabbi.
entered with shuliiing unequal walk When
nervously with worn blue ewes. which the cross
light from the dark north window TO the sunny
south one made, to blink pitifuly He raised
nized Esther. who, smiling ut his embarrass-
mrnt stood with hand ouistretched WAITING half
mischievously for his recognition. Esther,
upur creature. and how y' cried tnp old
priest, IN voice that WIS at once cordial toward
hand, and holding. turned TO look mt Christy.
who stood LITTLE behind. And this is Eliza
No. father This is Christina Carew.
told you about her before" Father Busidine
dropped Esther's hand. and bowed with
iul and perfectly foreign that Christy. as she re.
turned the snutation. somehow felt the whoIo
atmosphere OF the place changed. She forget tho
rare, empty room, the tncongruousness OF ev-
srylhing the ruined GSEden and the dusty
provocative merely ne ' Of contempt and mirth.
Worn and pale as the Old man looked. there was
son that could not fail to impress even tho
lightest-mlnded observer. =" an glad to see
y9pmSsry" ,S he SAID gr9consly And now
how how is 4 ny good friend, my old friend your
at least three chairs there. Miss Carew. and you
must be tired after so long walk"
He turned and led the way 10 another apart
msat men M across tae hall The S TrS irpped after
aished room; that is. heavy laden bookcases
all fitted with glass doors and some with cur
tains ran all round the ROOM and there was
table in tho centre. but loaded also with dusty
volumes OF all kinds, An old easy chair, with
q rich colored embroidered cushion that Esther
had worked for him. was set near the tra. aud
beside it. on a reading easel, n huge volume
bound in curious antique fashion. with clasps
OF chased brass work. lay open. lust rs It's own
er had left 1t when summoned away. Over the
chimney piece was large ivory cruciilx. beauti-
Al nI N m m Al
sadly yellowod by time. and piled below it were
volumes OF books in weather-worn calf. tough
sheepskin. stamped gilt leather. or the flimsy
| yellow paper covers that the French think good
enough for their literary productions, An Az;
nus Del the wax OF which WIS yellow and
crumbly. in Q, gilt frame hung TO the loot of the
cruclhx. and bel low it a great bunch of keys. At
me back OF the door was another soutane, some.
thing newer looking. anu the black lrock coat
and rusty hat Of large size that the old priest
wore wore wheneTyer ever he took his rare excursions
| cried the master of the house. hastily seeing
that Esther was about TO pull q chair out of n
| serviceabl" logs. Canon Cnifrey was too much
Tor its constitution that day he called TO see me
after be came back from Rome. Dear dear l
should be sorry II you were 10 get n fail. Come
ell / am never warm-never." lie stood now
| glowed among mass OF dun. gray cinders. and
| his contracted white cheeks looked, indeed. rs
blance OF life even. " l came to nsk you TO diue
with us any day you can name. father. II is SO
| IOuR you were uONn IN our quarter Ol tH6
world. Come early some day. and we'll drive
you home"
Thanks. dear; never dine out. No. child.
no. am too old for gayety and racketing. and
and" He did not finish the sentence. but
glanced round the room at the books. see
w6n w6a ehvs s sSd Esner oof
smiled then shook his head. as II in vain en-
deavor to repe the accusat ion, and. getting up,
began to tumble with the bun'h of keys.
Cnrlsty who found the air of the room. com
pounded as it was OF the smell of old leather
| and moulderlng furniture. intoeraby close.
| mad perrhed herself on the old-fashioned
| deep windowsill, and with her critical
| faculties. which had been suspended for
stances OF her encounter with her host.
| now fully awakened. WAS looking nc him
| curiously. The Light. which she. sitting side
ways, did not in the least observe, fell in clenr
| stream On the little old priest. and his quaint
pale face and bald head with its straEgllng
silver locks seemed as II II shed n niuibus of
| pale gold hight all around The skin was abso-
| lutely cOlorlesS and transparent. anu waXrn OF
hue; the retrentlng broad forehead and long
| shaped head was bent forward always, as II
| from constant porting over his beloved VOL
umes. making her think of some picture she
| remembered to have seen OF one OF the old
! fathers OF the Church-AuuinaS. perhaps or
| Augustine. only this face too benign and
sweet for that fierce doctor and lawgver.
Miss LafTan will. we feel sure remember that
Marin Eigeworth did not burst, but stole. into
bloom. and that her earliest. most elaborate
production. Belinda" scarcely ever rose to the
| first rank in the public estimation. The young
| tree has already borne rich fruit. and wears
the blossom OF still richer.
Mnrk Twain on the Philosophy OF Shaving.