Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1881-04-23

"But not to be compared to the noble
sight at Rome, when the pope blesses
the Christian world from the balcony Of
Saint Peters"
$50 much for professional feeling r
said Mr.. WinterHeld. "But, surely,
something depends on what sort of q
man the pope is. If We had lived in the
time of Alexander the Sixth, would you
have called him noble sight ?"
Certainly-at proper distance,
Father Benwell replied, briskly. "Ah,
you heritics only know the worst side OF
that most unhappy pontiffl Mr.. Win.
terfeld, we have every reason to believe
that he felt (privately) the truest re.
morse"
at should require very good evidence
to persuade me of it."
This touched Romayne on sad side
of his own personal experience. "Per-
haps," he said, "you don't believe in
remorsep"
"Pardon me-" Mr.. Winterfeld re.
joined. "I only distinguish between
false remorse and true remorse. We
will say no more of Alexander the Sixth,
Father Bcnwell Ii we want an illus.
trntion, will apply it, and give no Of
fen3e. True remorse depends, . my
mind, on mans acind knowledge o
his own motives-by no means com.
mon knowledge, in my experience. Say,
for instance, that have committed
some serious offense--"
Romayne could not resist interrupting
him. "Say you have killed one of your
fellow creatures" ho suggested.
"Very well. If I knew that I eallyi
meant to kill, for some vile purpose Of
my own, and if (Which by no means
always follow 1 am really capable Of
feeling the enormity Of my own crime
that is, as think, true remorse. Muir
derer, as I am, have, in that case, some
moral worth still left in me. But, if /
did not mean to kill the man-if his
death was my misfortune as well as his
and if las frequently happens l am
nevertheless troubled by remorse, the
true cause lies in my own inability fairly
to realize my own motives before I look
to results. am the ignorant victim of
false remorse; and if will only ask my
self boldly what has blinded me to the
true state of the case, shall find the
mischief due to that misdirected ap-
probation of my own Importance, which
is nothing but egotism in disguise"
81 entirely agree with you," said
Father Benwell; "I have had occasion
to say the same thing in the confess
ional."
Mr.. winterheld looked at his dog,
and changed the subject.
"Do you like dogs, Mr.. Romayne p
he asked. 81 see my spaniels eyes
saying that he likes you, and his tail
begging you to take soma notice of him.
Romayne caressed the dog rather
absently.
His new friend had unconsciously
presented to him a new view of the
darker aspect Of his own life. Winter.
fields refined pleasant manners, his
generous readiness in placing the
treasures of his library at strangers
disposal, had already appealed irresist
IDLY to Romayne's sensitive nature.
The favorable impression was now
greatly strengthened by the briefly
bold treatment which he had just heard
Of subject In which he was seriously
Interested.
I" 1 must see more of this man," was
his thought, as he patted the compan.
ionable spaniel.
Father Benwells trained observation
followed the vivid changes of expires.
sion on Romayne's face, and marked the
eager look in his eyes as he lifted his
head from the dog to the dogs master.
The priest saw his opportunity and took
it.
"Do you remain long at Ten Acres
Lodge :" he said TO Romayne.
81 scarcely know as yet. We have
no other plans at present"
"You inherit the place, think, from
your late aunt, Lady Derrick p.
Eyes"
The tone of the reply was not very
encouraging; Romayne felt no interest
in talking of Ten Acres Lodge. Father
Benwell persisted.
81 was told by Mrs. Eyrecourt, he
went on, "that Lady Derrick had somo
fine pictures Are they still at the
Lodge2"
"Certainly. I couldn't live in house
without pictures"
Father Benwell looked at Winter
field.
"Another taste in common between
you and Mr.. Romanye," he said, "be.
sides your liking for dogs"
This at once produced the desired re-
suit. Romayne eagerly invited Winter.
field to see his pictures.
"There are not many of them," he
said. "But they are really worth look.