Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1884-11-11
ales aud Sketthes.
DISCOVERED IN TIVE.

Z DlCAVHbhLD A-t
/ Some three miles back from our eastern
coast. lust within sight and scent OF the
! salt water. lies Suffolk village, Wynford
I by name. of whose scattered population
1 four-fifths find their living and center their
material interests upon that broad area
| thew call '.the land"
A sleepy parish? An Unconditional con-
gregation OF clodhoppers. then? BY no
( means. indeed, Wynford has decided
opinions. brisk little quarrels. many social
GRADES of its own, and has. moreover, its
I full auantum Of human joys and sorrows.
perhaps, hidden among its sober genera
lions, some tragedies. and to certainty
now and then bit of romance.
( On Wynford green.near the hint tower,
ed. thatch-nayed ST. Nicholas, cluster all
the dwellings of the rural upper ten, from
the smart white villa of late shop-keep-
er's buxom window close TO the rectory,
10 the red-brick residence of vice-admir-
ais relct-Mrs. Orde-from whose case
ments one can look across the narrow
road into some twenty acres OF park where
stands the chief house of the parish. "Ihe
Beeches."
Here lived The lady of tsb manor. Not
a stately. exacting dame. n, ling jealousy
over tribe of bobbing, hdt-touching rus
ties, but young and beautiful woman.
who inherited through her mother posi-
ton none ever needed to grudge her sweet
and noble nature.
Miss Temple. my daughter that is to be,
seems to be 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 barren
ness of book life, had deserted it for the
opposite extreme-a 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 lamentable day when
nv son comes to take her from us"
"Your-son 7'' repeated MIR. Murray.
politely-almost more than politely atten-
tive.
Yes. from India. He returns soon. to
rob YOUR parish of its mistress. 1on had
mot heard this? Oh, well, | think our
clergyman ought to understand what goes
on among us II makes him more at ease,
does it not Pr Aud with the friendly view
of furthering this friendly footing. Mrs.
Orde chatted complacently into accounts
of the neighboring family. and told how
Mr.. Temple, well connected. but of no
fortune. had married the heiress OF Wynn
ford Manor, who, sadly enough, had died
when their one child. Agatha, was born.
But there are two Miss Temples Pr
interp, lated Mr.. Murray, puzzled by
remembrances of two attractive faces neal
his pulpit, of which one had earnestly
marked Cor so he had fancied) every
= scllable If his first nervous sermon, while
the other had wandered from pointed at
= tention, through smothered yawns, into 8
comfortable little nap. Surely see two
young ladies often together, both young
thought them sisters"
$50 thew are-at least. half sisters, y
explained Mrs. Orde; for Mr.. Temple
foolishly plarried again-a French lady
little Apatha's governess; and Miss Leo
I ME is her child-younger than Miss lem
e pie bv FIVE years. Poor thing her father
died long ago, leaving not the least pro
r vision foI her; tor, of course, he had only
a lite interest in The Beeches." So hi
t widow and little girl were simply Deepen
dent on the elder daughter. But the trus
tees wen liberal, Miss Temple mos
unselfish 1lIu - erous, and they all liveC
admirably together till Mrs. Temple
DEATH"
(Which was-"
"Four years ago, six months before oul
, dear AGATHA came of age. 1t was jus
p when nv son got his assistant judgeshp
I Mr.. Mu;ray-an excellent appointment
and "a the strength of his promotion
wrote pome as he did. 1t has been Ion;
2 ENGAGE ment, has it not? But Geoffre,
wonld never live on his wife's income
withert means or position of his own, ST
he delermined to keep abroad till he earn
r cd a pension; but am thankful to say tn,
last three years of his exile are not to b'
lonely Now you understand what bring
him home, Mr.. Murray"
Mr.. Murray understood Mrs. Orde'
modestlv-triumphant confidence only too
we'll BY some process of reasoning h
: had no mind to trace to its source, he fel
the revelation had spread shadow owe
his own life; and rs he went back alone
mas: the golden brown beeches, to his sol
ita4y fireside, was half inclined to wish h,
had never ventured from the scholarly Sc
clusion of Corpus into the perils of {
country pastorate.
And how was Godfrey Orde's return
awaited by the tenants of the manor house
Seemed the days long or short to Agaths
Temple till the time cameP
Why. scarcely could she tell. The
playfellow of her almost babyhood-tht
lad who used to bring his schoolboy lau
rels for her praise-the youth who hac
gone from her while she was in her frs
girlhood-had wooed her as vet only with
written words; and though she trusted
every syllable. and idealized her absen
love perchance more than most maidens-
for, save Leonie, no other was near anC
dear to her-yet. to leave for him the home
which she clung to more each year, t.
cast her lot in with his, was point ovel
which sadness and gladness often fought
and victory lay as yet on neither side.
81 know what shall do" asserted LIE
one, very positively, one night in the mid
winter, when, being telegraphed as ar
rived at Southampton, Mr. Orde Nigh
any hour appear at Wynrord. When tina
man comes shall hate him ~
20. Leoniel whyP ?" laughed her sister
stroking the pretty, wilfully-posed head
shorn OF its sunny tresses in freak o
fashion, and left shining, curly, provok
mgly coaxable. Remember, when Geot
d frey left it was you, not /, who cried un
:, ceasingly. And who, pray, wrote to hin
!. and begged him 10 come back. for fear ii
i, gers should eat him? Who
q Hush! Scandalmonger." cried LIE
| nnia her pbpats aAaroa