Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-10-30

losonbv7 Let the man be the master.
and let him get everything he can for
himself. and enjoy to the best Of his
ability ali that he can get. That was
the lesson as taught by her. But as he
sat alone there beneath the trees, he
told himself that no teaching was more
damnable.e Of course it was the teach
inv by which the world was kept going
in its present course; but when diVest-
"a If its p1urnage was it not Absolutely
the PHILOSOPHY of selfshness? Because
he was a man, and as g man lad power
and money and capacity to do the
things after which his heart lusted,
heswas to do them for his own gratif-
cation. let the consequences be what
they might to one whom he told himl
self that he lovedI Did the Lessons of
Mrs. Baygett run smoothly with those of
Jesus Christ?
! Then within his own mind he again
took Mrs. Baggett's side of the ques-
tion. How mean a creature must he
not become. if he were now to surren-
der this GIRL whom he was anxious. to
make his wife! He knew of himself
that in such matter he was more SEN
sitiye than others He could not let her
90, and then walk forth as though little
or nothing were the matter with him.
Now for the second time in his life he.
had essaved to marry. And now for
the second time all the world would
know that he had been accepted and
then rejected. 1t was, he thoughtl
more than he could endure--and live,
Then after he had sat there for an
hour he cot up and walked home; and
as he went he tried to resolve that he
would reject the philosophy OF Mrs.
Baggett and accept the other. eff I
only knew!" he said, as he entered his
own gate. eff one could only see clears
ly.'' Then ne found Mary still seated in
the garden. Nothing is to GOT be
said, ..by asking you for an answer"
..ln what have failed2''E
IS Never mind. Let us go in and
have cup of tea.'' But she knew well
in what he accused her of failing, and
her heart turned toward him again.
rs CHAPTER XVII.
MR.. wHITTLEsTAFF MEDITATEs JOURNEY.
The next day was Sunday. and was
passed in absolute tranquility. Moth
ing was said either, by MIR. Whittsastaff
or by Mary Lawrie; nor, TO the eyes of
those among whom they lived, was
there anything to show that their minds
were disturbed. They went to church
in the morning, as was usual with them,
and Mary went also to the evening SER
vice 1t was quite pleasant to see Mrs.
Baggett start for her slow Sabbath
morning walk, and to observe how her
appearance altogether belied that idea
ofrags and tatters which she had given
as to her own wardrobe. A nicer
dressed old lady, or more becoming
black silk gown, YOU shall not see on a
Sunday morning making her way to
any country church in England. While
she was looking so pleasant and demure
one NAV saw almost so handsome, In
her o1d-fashioned and apparently new
bonnet-what could have been her
thoughts respecting the red-nosed, one
legged warrior, and her inten ed life,
to be passed in fetching two-penn' orths
of gin for him, and.:her endeavors to get
for him a morsel of wholesome food?
She had had her breakfast out of her
own china teacup, which she used to
boast was herown property, as it had
been given to her by Mr.. Whittlestaff's
mother and had had her little drop OF
cream, and to tell the truth, her boiled
egg, which she always had ON Sunday
morning, to enable her to listen to the
long sermon of Rev. Mr.. Lowlad. She
would talk of her hopes and her bur-
dens, and undoubtedly she was in earn
est. But she certainly did seem to
make her hay very comfortably while
the sun shone.
Everything on this Sunday morning
was pleasant, or apparently pleasant,
at Croker Hall. In the evening, when
Mary and the maid-servants went to
church, leaving Mrs. Baggett at home
to look after the house and go to sleep,
Mr.. Whittlestaff walked off to the wood
ed path with his Horace. He did not
read it very long. The bits which he
did usually read never amounted to
much at time. He would take a few
lines. and then digest them thoroughly,
wailing over them or rejoicing, as the
case might be. He was not a. the pres
ent moment much given to Joy. s.In-
termissa, Venus, diu rursus bella
moves? Parce, precor, precor." This
was the passage TO which he turned at
the present moment: and eery little
was the consolation which he found in
it. What was so crafty, he said to
himself. or so vain, as that an old man
should bark back to the pleasures of a
time of life which was past and gone!
mon sum qualis eram," he said, and
then thought with shame of the time
when he had been Tilted by Catherine
Bailey,-the time in which he had Ger
talnly been young enough to love ano
be loved, had he been as lovable as he
had been prone to love. Then he put
the book in his pocket. His latter effort
had been to recover something of the
sweetness of life, and not, as had been
the poets, to drain those dregs to the
bottom. But when he got home he
babe Mary tell him what Mr.. Lowlad
had said in his sermon. and was quite
CHEEKY in his manner of picking Mr.
Lowlad's theology to pieces:-for Mr..
Whittlestaff did not altogether agree
with Mr.. Lowlad as to the uses to be
made of the Sabbath.
On the next morning he began tc
hustle about a little, as was usual with
him before he made journey: and it
did escape him, while he was talking to
Mrs. Baggett about pair of trousers
which ii turned out that he had given
away last summer, that he meditatea a
journey to London on the next day.
You amt a-going?" said Mrs. Rsg-
gett.
81 think I shall.",
''Then don't. Take my word for It,
sir,-don't." But NJ. Wittlestaf only
snubbed her, and nothing more was
said about the journey at the moment.
In the course of the afternoon visitors
came. Miss Evelina Hall with Miss
Forester had been driven into Aries
ford, and now called in company with
MIR. Blake. Mr.. Blake was full of his
own good tidings. but not SO full but