The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-03-31

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town too late Ae evening before to
catchthe iasttraifto thislittie out-of.
heway hamlet, too. o.late To do augat
but seek a bed there; butafter three or
four hours, the restless craving to
complete his journey SO oyerpowered
him that he rose and phrsued his
way on foot. And now with the del
icate light Of early morn silvering
the birches, and dimplingthe waters
Of tile sheams he stood at length
where his feet had not rested for fif-
teen years. But.these fifteen years,
awful as they had been at the time,
seemed but as a dream nov, scarcely
TO be recalled on waking, as be stood
thus looking at each we'll -temember-
ed spot.
There was the quaint, old.fashion-
ed church, where he couldremember
kneeling, a tiny boy by his mothers
side, and listening .half.consciously,
as he stared about him, to the soft
voice repeating the responses. He
could see himself, older still, gazing
Iashfully from the high-curtained
pew across to where, beneath marble
slabs. that spoke of the virtues Of
those who slept beneath, a golden
haired. maiden knelt, inside the
church, only the narrow aisle be-
tween them; outside, all the wide
dividing space that lies between the
village Doctors son and the eldest
daughter Of Squire Churchill.
With a sigh, the wayfarer brought
back his straying thoughts from past
tospresent, and became aHere that
the sun had risen, the birds were
chirping forth an early song, and the
dewdrops were glitseripg all around
-on the rose-crowned hedge by
which he stood, on.the sprays of eg-
lantine, and on the far away green
meadows-that ttlaI between the vii
lage Of Bythorpe and Bythorpe
Manor, halfway up the wooded
slopes opposite; -.
"Atlength lam home again." then
he muttered; "at.length," throwing
his head back with a certain joyful
gesture, and stretching out a rough,
toll. worn hand. as il in token of
greeting--..'at length the years are
over-the work saccomplished-the
punishment wrought out-and l am
back to claim my prizel Ahln-start-
ing slightly, as voice addressed him
with brief "Good morning"
"Good-morning-sir.' Something
inthe strangers appearance appar-
emily brought forth that "sir," which
had not formed part of the original
sentence, but was hastily added on
as he turned his head to see who had
addressed him.
"You are about betimes," the new
conner went on. at is not many Of
the gentry as troubles themselves
with the sight of a summer sunrise"
They miss much" said the stran-
ger, briefly. "rhough perhaps to us,
who possibly have seen it nearly ev-
cry morning of our lives it is a com.
mon affair enough!"
The farmer looked at the speaker
in some surprise, and he added i'm
mediately. 81 have not seen it my
self for many years in England
You belong to Bythorpe," he went
on, as if anxious to divert the con-
versation from any personal chan
nels.
Man and boy, have lived here
these fifty years. That is my farm"
with proud, possessive air
in the direction whencehe had come:
Manor Farm"
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