The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-02-14

you are having a bit Of rest after yester'
dsy1"
am grieved to say that Thomas an.
swered in the following terms:
"I don't know what business it is OF yours
what am doing. If you want to know
what I am here for, I'll tell you. am
thinking how can cheat the Conservancy
men tonight. Now / think 1 will wish
you good-dsy."
The tail man was not by any means sur
prised by the uncourteous answer. he was
used to the homely insolence OF the Usher
men. So he said:
"Well, Thomas, was young myself once,
and liked to lounge on the Sunday as
we'll as anybody; but it's Goo's Sabbath,
and after all, you know, my lad, you are
not pig, and think you might be doing
ever so much better things than lying here.
1 am not bit of saint, and am not
going to bother you about religion, but 1t
struck me, as / came across the moor, that
1 was happy, and you are not, and would
like you to feel something OF what 1 feel.
Now I'll tell you what l am going to do,
Thoras-you wont throw me over the
rock-edge, because am rather an awkward
hand at that sort of thing. l am going to
sit down and have pipe beside you. VIII
you give me a hghti'
Tommy could not condescend to grin,
but he observed,
"Sit down and smoke as many pipes as
you like, SO long as you lesye me alone,
| Mr.. Musgrave."
Musgrave knew his man, and answered
smilingly,
"But am not going to sit down to
smoke and keep quiet. want to have q
bit of talk to you; and as soon as l am
done am going to take you with me.
What do you think of that, Thomss2n
And thereupon the old man lighted his
pipe and sat smiling for little and moving
his long fingers daintily. When the two
queer companions had taken puff after puff
together for some time, Musgrsve said,
| Thomas, my lad, you are very unhappy.
am happy, and think man has no
more RICH. to keep happiness to himself than
he has to keep money to himself. L am
/ going to share with you Now, I'm an old
fellow that's got near done with the world,
and you are slsshing young CLAP. and
the girls run after you. But still, though
am parting with the world, and you have
got q long time to stay in it, l am better of
than you. The sight of these flower makes
me joyful, but it seems TO make you soul
and bsd-tempered. Now, shall l tell you
how it is that am so happy2"
81 don't want to be happy. What's ths'
got to do with the thing2 If you tell ms
that there's fifty soyereigns buried st tn,
bottom of Lyme Hill there, will go an(
try to dig the hill away and get at them
because the troubles worth taking; but
don't see the fun of seeking for what yol
call happiness"
| "Well, then, Thomas, how much do you
expect to make by trouting tonight"
"Well, if there's any luck, Jem and m'
will divide fifteen shillings between u.s."
very good; then l will give you seven
half-crowns. Will you come with me7"
Thesulky giant smiled soarly and said
al don't zee why should not. Where ar
| you for?''
well, am going to preach at the Chap
Ell, Thomas, and l would like you 10 hea
me and walk home with me, and l thinl
that when have landed you at your house
you wont be sorry for missing the trout
ing"
Tommy rose heavily up, shook the frsg
ments of dry grass from his patched gar
ments, and signifed that he WAS ready
Musgrave took his arm and at once assumed
sn attitude of companionship and equality
He talked to this dull churl about all man
ner of trivialities, hsttered him, appealed
10 his sense Of shrewdRess, made little joke
suitable to his wit, and finally succeeded il
making him feel himself to be rather
clever and entertaining person. The after
noon sun sloped lower and lower as The
two strolled over the moor. Musgravei
thoughts were high, although his words
ran upon childish things. He had no par
ticulsr artistic sense. but the Joy of color
the blaze of the sky, the warm and exhiler
ating air, made him feel as though be must
utter praises. After passing some miles Of
strange moorland covered with the blaze o.
gorse and the multitudi1ous flash Of msrshy
pools, the two arrived at at curious squsrt
building which stood a little outside tn,
fishing village.
Musgrave said, "Now, Thomas, come in
and I'll find you pew" and the two enter
ed low room. The congregation was al
ready collected. There were fierce faces
bronzed by wind and sun. There wer,
quiet faces that bore the marks of though
and the memories of toll The men were
rudely dressed, and the women wore the
primitive clothing which for three hundred
years past has served for the simple want
of the villagers. After the pause of a few
minutes, Walter Musgrsve's tall fgurt
loomed in the shadow corner where tn,
pulpit stood. A simple hymn was dictated
and sung in strong nsssl tones.
After the hymn came q short prayer, &c
livered as though the speaker really be
lieved that his God was at hand and would
instantly listen to any petition humbly
profered by frail creatures. At the end o
a short pause Walter Musgrave stood up Il
speak he brosdened his chest and straight
ened himself, unconsciously limiting at hi
physical power. He then read HE text in
low voice, "Why is life given to a maj
whose way is hid and whom God hath
hedged inP" Musgrsve was not an unedu
Gated man, with strong logical instincts
Perhaps, had he been educated thoroughly
the poetic vein, which gave the chief charm
to his mind and conversation, would have
been destroyed. As it was, he invariably
confined himself to logic 80 long as his emo
tons renamed untouched; but there wer
moments when his blood seemed to catcl
fire, and he broke away from the calm ant
subtle reasoning which serves for placi'
men. he then spoke with rude poetr,
and with an accent which strangely at
fected the nerves of all who heard him
: The thin frame Of the speaker quivere'
as he spoke, and his long fingers writheC
! with strange motion that gave en,phasi
to his ringing tones. Hobs Tommy haC
, never heard anything like this bsfore. II
! sat Supplied, and felt as though some must