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the side of down racing southwest, |
sheltered by rising ground to the east,
where was the sea. Foulbaven was a
beautiful old town, and the sea a grand 4
one which washed the coast there, con-
tinually rolling its glorious surges up
to the foot of the great cliffs. From
the farm one might walk over Mr..
Massey's fields, and the thymy downs
to the edge of the said cliffs, and there,
away from sight or sound of human
habitation. watch the great green
rollers come sweeping up, and burst
ing into long crested lines of snowy
breakers. One might see she smoke of
the great steamers from Newcastle and
! Hull blowing their way, as it were, to
the horizon line, while the heavens
above were blue, and the grass beneath
was green, and all the earth was
| lovely.
What Philip Massey told his mother
of what had befallen | know not. He
sat with her one whole spring morning
in her favorite painted chamber, as it
was called; the room with the pleasant
Elizabethan windows and quaint paint
ed panels and chests brought long ago
from Holland the room whose win
dows looked over the downs, and from
which, being an upper chamber, one
could see the sea- Here Philip found
her darning linen--lavender-sc
linen-one morning, and what he told
her on the subject of his luckless love
was told then. and of his future plans,
hopes, or wishes.
When at last he rose to go she rose,
too. She was handsome, stately ma
tron, strikingly like both Philip and
Grace; homely in speech and manner,
yet dignified because of her own in
ward dignity and worthiness--a brave,
pious, simple Yorkshire woman of
Wensleydale, and woman whose pow
erful will and upright, simple character
she had happily transmitted to more
than one of her children.
ut is a sad thing, my son." she
said, "but you are right not to shirk it
because of that. feel you have told
me simple, unexaggerated truth"
"On my honor, mother, as l have
learned truth from you.
And l, as your mother, tell You that
YOU have done nothing in the matter
for which your conscience need prick
you. And if you can not stay at home
and live it down, go away and live it
oft. There is difference, Philip"
Il know there is"
go, then, and take my blessing with
YOU, and remember that whether you
are at home or abroad your mother
: prays for you or her knees night and
morning"
He bent his head. and she laid her
hand upon it, saying: "God bless you,
Philip" and he went out. His mother,
looking forth from the window of the
painted chamber, saw him soon after
ward wandering out through the farm
yard into the 9 1i;iHasak snd across the
, downs toward the sea.
"My brave lad, and must you go
: too?" she soliloquized; land because
wicked flirt thought you not good
' enough for her concet. He goes to
ward the sea-they all go to the sea who
have been born near it, when they arr
: in trouble. l used to wander there my
self in times of trouble and look across
+ it till my eyes ached. The father useC
}. to do the same, and every girl and boy
a of mine have taken their bits of troubles
= to the sea; now Philip with his grea
grief, must 90, too. Heaven help him
}, and send him safe back to me, at peac
and in charity with all men,"
z
. The days few by. Philip had to BIZ
VI goodbye to the sleepy farm, to the roll
II ing downs, to the grim ruin of tin
. ancient Abbey of St. Ethelieda whicl
u glared from the high ground of tn
% east cliff upon all the surrounding Ian,
s. and sea; to the old red town of Foul
u haven, crowding up the cliff on eithe
1 side of the river; to the two old ston
u niats hatxuaan which tho fShinH- hos AT
u went ever sailing in and QUITO a.
- these he said farewell, and was gone
, whether ever to return who should dar
= to say?
l, A brief visit to Grace at Irkford. VIII
le told him that Mabelle was tossing j
fever, unconscious of all around hel
T. and that she, Grace, was nursing her.
" Good GIRL" said he, absently
'Nurse her kindly. Grace, for after sh
I; leaves YOU she will only have her siste
N to protect her. and the tender mercie
70 of such as she are cruel
He smiled somewhat contemptuousl
ID as he spoke. Grace was so overwhelme
OF at his near departure that she coul
he hardly speak.
re "Oh, Philip come back AGAIN. sh
n, implored, betT cen her tears.
Come bacll-again! Probably shall
Don't cry, little sister. Goodbye
p, Look after Mfbelle. for my sake"
h. CHAPTER XXX.
" T RED LEES.
K Foulhaven, IN the summer time, W;
pleasant ace. and Red Lees, ii
,k great farm Were Mr.. Massey the eld'
tie lived in almhst patriarchal state, WI
one of the veiF pleasantest spots in Il
=" vicinity. ThI ire was a kind Of conserv
tism about loulhaven--a chronic d
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