St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-09-28
DISCOVERED IN TIME.

nGme, of whose scattered population four
ffths find their living and centre their ma
terial interests upon that broad area they call
''the land.n
A sleepy parish! An Unconditional con-
gregation of clodhoppers thens By no means
indeed! Wynford has decided opinions,
brisk quarrels, many social grades of its
own, and has moreover, its full quantum of
of human joys and sorrows; perhaps hidden
among its sober generations, some tragedies
and to certainty now and then bit of TO-
nance.
On Wynford Green, near the tlint-towered
thateh-naved st. Nicholas, cluster all the
dwellings of the rural upper ten, from the
smart white villa of late shopkeeper's bux-
ON widow close by the rectory to the red
brick residence of vick-admiral's reict-
Mrs. Orde-from whose easements one can
look across the narrowing road into some
twenty acres of park, where stands the Chief
house of the parish, ''The Beech
Here lived the lady of the manor. Not
stately, exacting dame, ruling jealousy over
tribe of bobbing, hat-touching rustics, but
ayoung and beautiful woman, who inherited
through her mothera position none ever need
ed to grudge her sweet and noble nature.
''Miss Temple my daughter that is to be,
seems part of Wynford's very, self, Mr..
Murray" explained Mrs. Orde to the newly
come rector, on his first call, one autumn
day. He was an Oxford Fellow, who, in
sudden impotence at the barrenness of
book-life, had deserted it for the opposite ex-
IRENE, moderate living in the depths of the
country. 1.-THE people think so much OF her
and she of them that fear it will be lam
entabie day when my son comes to take her
from US"
''Your-son 90 repeated Mr.. Murray, po-
litely-almost more than politely attentive.
Eyes, from India. lie returns soon, to rob
your parish Gifts misstres. You had not heard
this! Oh, well, l think our clergyman ought
to know what goes on among us. 1t makes
him more at ease, does it not!o And with
the friendly view of furthering this pleasant
footing, Mrs. Orde chatted complacently into
accounts of the neighboring family, and told
how a Mr.. Temple, well connected but of no
fortune had married the heiress of Wynford
Manor, who, sadly enough had died., when
their one child, Agatha was born.
But there are two Miss Temples?" in
terpolated Mr.. Murray, puzzled by remem-
brances of two attractive faces near his pull
pit of which one had earnestly marked, Tor
so he fancied) every syllable of his first ner-
vous serm on, while the other had wandered
from pointed attention, through smothered
yawns. into a comfortable little nap. 'Sure-
ly see two ladies often to .gether, both
young; l thought them sisters"
$50 they are-at least half sisters" ex-
planned Mrs. Orde; ''fOr Mr. Temple foolishly
married again-a French lady, little Agathsl's
governess, and Miss Leonie is her child
Poor thing Her father died long ago, leav-
ing not the least provision for her; for Of
course, he had only life interest in the
The Beeches. SO his widow and little girl
were simply dependent on the elder daugh-
ter. But the trustees were liberal, Miss TIE IN
pie most unsefsh and generous, aud they
all lived admirably together till Mrs. TIE IN
pies death"
(which was''-
''Four years ago, six months before cur
dear Agatha came Of age 1t was just VIII en-
my son got his assistant iudgeship, \ Ir.
Murray-an excellent appointment, and on
the strength of his promotion, wrote home
as he did. 1t has been long engageme mt
has it not! But Geoffry would never live on
his wife's income, without means or posi-
ton Of his own, SO he determined to keep
abroad till he earned pension; but l a'm
W Say, IuC lslSO luItc years VI lllS ia
lie are not to be lonely Now you understa nd
what brings him home, Mr.. Murray
Mr. Murray understood Orde's modestlv
triumphant confidence only too well. By
some process of resoning he had no mind
to trace to It's source, he felt the revelation
had spread shadow over his own life land as
he went back alone, past the golden brown
beeches to his solitary fireside. was half
inclined to wish he had never ventured
from scholarly seclusion of Corpus into the
perils of a country pastorate.
And how was Mr.. Godfrey Orde's return
awaited by the tenants of the manor-house!
Seemed the days long or short to Agatha
Temple till he came!
Why, scrrcely could she tell. The pls;y-
Fellow of her almost babyhood, the lad who
used to bring his schoolboy laurels for her
praise, the youth who had gone from her
while she was in her first girlhood-had wo-
ed her as yet only with written words: and
though she trusted every syllable, and ideal
lied her absent love perchance more than
most maidens, for, save Leonie, no other
was near and dear to her, yet to leave for
him the home she chung to more each year,
to cast her lot in with his, was point over
which sadness and gladness often fought. and
victory lay as yet on neither side.
~ know what shall do'' asserted Leonie
very positively, one night in the midwinter,
when being telegraphed as arrived at South
ampton, Mr.. Orde might any hour appear at
Wynford ''When that man comes L shall
hate him -
''Oh, Leoniei Why laughed her sister,
strolng the pretty, willfully posed head,
shorn of its sunny tresscs in freak of fash
ion, and left shining, curly, provoking coax
able. Remember, when Geoffery left it
was you not l, who cried increasingly. And
Who pray VIZ ote to him and begged him to
.ome back, for fear tigers should eat him
Xho'-
"H-u-s-hi scandalmongerr' cried Leonie,
1er checks atiame. "Then l was small and
foolish; now am old and wise, and 1 wish
he had kept across the sea forever. He'll
take You away, and what shall / dol'
keep house till we come back. Three
years will soon 60 by, LOno darling. There
will be SO much for you and Aunt Helen to
don aunt Helen was a distant relative
companion, now, and chaperone to the two
girls THAT time will fly. Mind, you are not
to miss me, nor let any one else miss me,
eithern
Leonic gave 4 disconsolate shrug. "Aunt
Helen will rule me with rod of iron. She
means TO be good, but she's like Mrs. Orde,
and knows I'm poor, and-and-she'll make
ne mend my gloves and be industrious"
Agatha's dark eyes rested lovingly on her
sisters young face, so like her own, save that
its lines were always gay, while hers were
often grave.
''Be industrious, little woman" she said,
with half-motherly Tenderness. ''We richer
folks have no right to be lazy, but-wait
moment Ms Leonie crumpled her forehead
into negative wrinkles over ''we richer
folks''-"but no one, Lono, will trouble you
about being poor. You know how often I