Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-03-25
MILIY.

Tie reverend ArcnlDdl0 blanu, NJ.
Rector of Weston Parva and Hon.
orary Canon of Cotswold, considered
himself a much-wOrried man and the
victim of bis surroundings. Travelling
tourists Of modest ambitions, noting,
with an appreciating eve, the pretty
whiteWashed cottages, with their plump
r1sy-eheeked inmates, and the gray
walls Of the venerable old church, which
Father Time had painted with soft
mzny-cOlUred lichens, and catching from
tie top of the stage-cOach glimpse of
the iyy-clad gables of the Rectory, with
the roses peeping in at the quaint dis-
m0nd paued windows. the smooth we'll
Kept carriage drive, and the velvety
emerald green lawn. with its famous
.aurrls and gigantic magnolia; were
wont 10 eNpend some unnecessary envy
over the BeCtOT's happy lot, and to de-
clare enthusiastically that mortal man
could wish for no happier fate than to
spend his life IN this peaceful home,
writing out his weekly sermons under
the purple shadow of the majestic noun
tains, overlooking the morals Of a nat
uTal.v viItuOus flock, and finally sleeping
peacefully under the daisied sod Of the
quiet God 'S-acre, followed by the tender
regrets Of his fearful and reverent par
iShi0u-rs.
Apparently, the Reverend Archibald
himself coula not always take this
rOsea-e view OF his condition. and gen
eTally made the most of his crumpled
r1ss-ieaFes. The prospectively fearful
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leave in the Obscurity of some vague
far-distant future, while in the more
important present ne was undergoing
the sufferings of a rigid antiquarian
and arch8olOgist of severely cultured
tastes condemned to preach twice every
Sunday in an early Norman church
with tie painful anachronlsm of pointed
Gothic windows. Then the misery
squire Of Weston Parva was wont TO
emphasize his LOw-Church views un-
pleasantly whenever the poor Rector adj
yocaJed some improvement in the ritual;
and now, finally-worst grievance of all
his bright, capable, pretty Milly had
taken it into her head 10 imagine her
self in love with that unpleasant Squires
sCapegrace son. Stephen CorcOran--
muscular IDIOT Canon Bland men-
tally designated him. 1t was an aber-
ration Of taste unaccountable in his
daughter.
The Young man had called on the
Rector in the morning, and, with much
confidence, requested his permission to
paw his addresses to his daughter, Miss
Mlicent Bland, and had seemed decid
edly surprised when that permission was
emphatically refused.
"YOu are barely twenty-five, Mr..
COTcOTan, and have not yet taken your
degree, and Milly is only Nineteen"
said the Rector impatiently. pray do
not let me have any repetition OF such
childish nOnsense;" and poor Stephen,
considerably crestfallen. had reluctantly
withdrawn.
MIly was the eldest daughter; and
this fresh worTy was so novel and un-
precedented that the Rector decided
upon taking the unusual step of con-
sultiDg his wife and seeking advice and
consolation in that rather hopeless quar-
ter; so be made his way upstairs to the
chaTmingly aesthetic little bOudoir where
ms. Bland carefully withdrew herself
HOm vulgar household cares and sought
distraction in the last fashionable three
volume novel.
HE ReCtor's wife was lady who
never forgot that she had been beauty
aud an heiTeSs, and expected other peo-
PIE to have equally retentive memories.
She had been suffering for the last two
years from an imaginary complaint with
mysterious complications, and the cares
OF the family had fallen on the slender
shoulders Of energetic, fair haired Mllly.
The poor Rector, seated on a CHIP
Pendale chair with uncompromislng
angles, poured the tale of his woes into |
MS Wife's unsympathetIc ear, and, as
lie recital heightened, his jolly counte-
nance gradually assumed the wOe-be-
gone expression of some long suffering
nee. .HVal saint.
1t Is really Unaccountable to me how |
any giTl Of mine-and of yours, my |
lear, " added the Rector, ,glancing round |
tie pretty room, should have such very |
bad taster'
lie Is the only young man she has
ever seen in this wretched little hole"
answered Mrs. Bland.
she certainly hasn't seen many"
@eqmesced her husband. ''But what |
are We 20 do about it?''
You had better send Milly away for |
ieW MONTHS" at length suggested his |
tae Canon's face heightened consid- |
eIaoly. Mllly was his pet and comforter,
us als night hand in all parish work, and |
euls prescription seemed to him infinitely |
worse than the malady.
But where shall we send herr" he
inquired patheticalIy.
Margaret is very fond of her, and |
,Sa snl oe glad Of her society; let her go |
margaret was an elder unmarried sis
Ief OF Mrs. Bland.
II only young Corcoran weren't |
esSu sscapsgrscel" murmured the Bee