The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-11-06
RAVENSTHORPE TRAGEDY.

HI LANH1 -
Mr.. Glister stood at his own shop
door and looked out upon the almost
empty Cathedral close, Things were
dull Just then in Ravensthorpe, as
they always are, except for the few
months during which the bishopisr egu-
larry resident at the abbey hall, and
the two rival local packs contribute
to make them brisk, and Mr.. Glister
seldom had much else to do in the
long ~of-season but pursue such limit
ed observations OF the worlds life in
general as the close offered material
for.
Glister & Co., goldsmiths and jewel
ers, had q London house in Bond
street. The London manager spoke
sometimes to his clients OF our Raw
ensthorpe branch, which was inaccu-
rate. The London house was only
thirty years old, and had been estab-
lished by the present proprietor (Co.
had long since faded out of reality,
but the old name of the firm was re-
tained), who was the third of the dy-
nasty in Ravensthorpe.
He had personally managed theLon-
don house until satisfied of its grow
ing solidity, and then returned to his
native town and established himself
IN the venerable building of which his
business premises occupied the lowest
story.
He was one of the fine old race OF
country tradesmen now fast becoming
extinct-proud of his business and OF
the long and untarnished history OF
the firm. His manner was that of a
certain stoiid, genial p~oiiteness TO ali
men. untainted by any effort to ape
the grand air Of his clients, VITO re-
spected him as their forbears had re-
spected his.
He passed nearly all his time ia Ra-
vensthorpe, going to London on the
occasion Of stock-taking and to draw
the handsome profit, which went TO
swell his balance at the COUNT bank,
OF which he was a partner.
DIR. Gllsber vas a warm man. He
looked il, with his clear, rich, rosy
complexion, heightened by his crisp,
iron gray hair and strips of siIvery
Uhisker, his portly waistcoat crossed
by the nl0destly solidMatchchain, and
the handsome diamond ring, which
was ms solitary vanity In the article
of dress.
Herehess again. said Mr.. Glister.
A portly, elderly gentleman in the
dress OF a rural dean, turned the cor
ner OF the close and came briskly along
the pavement. From his countenance
beamed forth beneyolence ald good
viii to all men, and from his cleaning
shoes and his neatly stockinged calves
TO his Jolly p5vt.Tine face and clerical
hats his whole person seemed onesolid
emile. AS he passed Mr.. Glister he
gave him a casual glance Of such COR
dlallty that the jeweler felt embolden-
ed TO salute him with a bow, acourtesv
returned by thereverend gentlema by
q brisk "Good morning" and q vet
broader smile as he went by.
Fate so ordained that Mr.. Glister.
during the next day or two, saw a
good deal O. the reverend gentleman.
The sazh5 AFTERNOON the generally
peaceful air of the close was rent by
the despairing walls of a very small
uamsel over the scattered shreds Of ar
sarthenware jug, with which she had
been entrusted for the conveyance of
the family milk. The child stood
above the ruins in such despair as
only infants Of her tender years IN
dread OF an imminent beating can
know: The child was pretty, and
looked all the prettier In her
innocent affection and Mr.. Glister
was q tender-hearted man. Az
ready he had taken a step toward
the little one, and his finger andthumb
We're cropping in the pocket Of his port
~ Waistcoat for the consolatoryishil-
ing which should repair the damage
and dry the mournerss tears, when he
saw that his charitable intention had
been forestalled. The selfsamo rural
dean whom Mr.. Glister had that morn
ing saluted was soothing the childss
grief with words OF cheer and consoling
pats Of the tumbled golden hair
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