Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-03-25
DISCOVERED In TINE.

Some three miles back from our east
ern coast, just within sight and scent of
the salt water, lies Suffolk village,
population iour-iifths find their living
and center their material interests upon
that broad area they call 1.-The land"
A sleepy parishp An Unconditional
congregation of clodhoppers thenp BY
no means, indeed! Wynford has decid-
ed opinions, brisk little quarrels, many
social grades of its own, and has more
over, its full quantum OF human joys
and sorrows; perhaps, hidden among
its sober generations, some tragedies,
and to certainty now and then n bit
of romance.
On Wynford Green, near the flint
lowered. thatch-naved st. NIcholas's,
cluster all the dwellings OF the rural
upper-ten, from the smart white villa of
a late shop-keeper's buxom widow close
by the rectory to the red brick residence
of Vlce-Admirafs relict-Mrs. Ordc-
from whose easements one can look
across the narrowing road into some
twenty acres Of the park, where stands
tho chief house of the parish, "The
Bceches.'
Here lived the lady of the manor.
Not n stately, eXacting Game, ruling
jealousy over tribe OF Lobbing, hat
tou hing rustics, but young and beau
tiful woman, who inherited through her
mother a position none ever needed to
grudgc her sweet and noble nature.
"Mis' Temple, my daughter that is
to be, seems part of Wynfords very
self, MIR. Murray" explained Mrs.
Ordc to the newly come rector, on his
call, one Autumn day. He was an Ok
ford Fellow, who, in sudden impotence
Mt the barrcnness of book-life, had de-
serted 1t for the opposite extrcme-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 lamcntabc day when my son
comes to take her away from us"
"Your-son?" repeated Mr.. Muir
raw, politely, - almost moro than po-
litcly attentive.
"ics, from India. He returns soon,
to rob your parish of its mistress. You
had not heard this? Oh, we'll, think
our clcrgymen ought to understand
what goes on among us. 1t makes
him more at ease, does it notp" And,
with the friendly view of furthering
this pleasant footing, Mrs. Orde
chatted complaccntly 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 Tcmplesp"
Intcrpolatcd Mr.. Murray, puzzled by
near his pulpit, of which one had earn
estly marked Cor so he fancicd) every
syllable of his first nervous sermon,
while the other had wandered from
pointed attention, through smothered
yawns, into a comfortable little nap.
"Surely l see two ladies often to-
gether. both young l thought them
sisters"
80 they are---at least, half-sisters, ="
explained Mrs. Orde; ",or Mr.. Temple
foolishly married again French
lady, little Agatha's governess; and
Miss Leonie Is her child-younger than
Miss Temple by f7e years. Poor
thing! Her father died long ago. leav.
ing not the least provision for her; for
of course, he had only a life interest
in the Bccches. So his widow and
little girl were simply dependent on
the elder daughter. But the Trustees
were liberal, MISS Temple most unset.
fish and generous, and they all lived
admirably together till Mrs. Temple's
death"
(Which was"
"Four years ago, six months before
our dear Agatha came of age. 1t was
just when my son got mis- Assistant
Judgcship, Mr.. Murray-an excellent
appointment and, on the strength of
his promotion, wrote home as he did.
II has been long engagement, has II
notP But Gcoffroy would never live on
his wife's income, without means OF
position o. his own, so he determ ned
to keep abroad till he earned pen.
sion; but. l am thankful TO say, the
last three years OF his exile are not Ia
be lonely. Now you understand what
brings him home. Mr.. Murray"
Mr.. Murray understood Mrs. Orde's
modcstly triumphant confidence only
too well. BY some process of reason
In. he had no mind to trace to it,
source; he felt thu revelation hat
spread a shadow over his own life: and
a. he went back alone, past the golden
brown bccches, TO his solitary firesidc
was half inclined 10 wish he had nevel
ventured from the scholarly scclusior
Of Corpus into the pcrils of countr,
pastorate.
And how was Mr.. Gcoffry Orde's re
turn awaited by the tenants of tn,
manor-housog Seemed the days Ions
OF shsrt 10 Agatha Temple till h
oameP