Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-12-25

MORNING.
Nestled among the Berkshire Hills is the
quaint little village of Lenox. Old Greylock,
with its SCARED and rugged sides of granite,
looks down upon the little settlement much
as to say: You are u very small affair, you
village down below, but old Greylock is here to
look after and protect and iseep the wicked
storms Of the world away from you" There
was such contrast between the rugged noun
tain side and the quiet, peaceful streets of
IcnoX during the summer months, that many
visitors came from the great city to enjoy its
tranquility and revel in the mountain walks Its
vicinity afforded.
There is something very charming in these
New England villages, Lcnox, Stockbridge,
Pittsicld and the rest, with their rows of state
" ems archinG the principal streets like the
arborcscent roof of u cathedral aise. Peeping
from out the hedges at the side amid glory OF
hollyhocks and chrysanthemnnis, you catch a
glimpse of neat and primly adorned residences,
and, during the summer time, the merry
laughter OF the tennis or croiuet players is
waited pleasantly and musically upon the
breeze. There is an atmosphere OF healthtul-
ness and inviGoration in it ALL You do not
find the dolce far mienfe of the Florida glades,
but there is p pcaccfulncss, an idea of prim
morality and systematic hygiene which has its
own peculiar charm, that, although it may
SAVIOR somewhat of puritanism, is more like the
picturesque Puritanism George BouShton
paints than that which fanatic old Cotton
Mathcr practiced
Amid these peaceful surroundings dwct Guy
Trevor and Alice Baden. No wonder she loved
him. OF commanding figure, with dark brown
hair that fell lIXurlantly over his shoulders,
clean shavon face and restless gray eyes that
flashed fcverishly from their sockets, he was
man whose presence alone would win the heart
of woman. But to these personal attractions
he added the charm of a mind, rich i'll learning
and wealthy i'll its power of appreciation of all
that was good on beautiful i'll man or woman.
He was q close student, a tircless reader OF
books, AID the pallor of his face showed how
often he had burned the midnight oil: HIS
temperament was nervOusly sensitive. lie was
quick to be gratiied by compliment and
would become respondent over II rebuff. From
the time. as d boy, he had worked with his
father in the fields, lis one ambition i'll life
had been to enter the ministry. For this he
had strivcn and toiled. He believed that his
mission in life was to carry ''glad tidinSs of
great joy to the people. He felt that he had
something to say to thcm--somethins beyond
what they we're told IN the good old village
parson, who droned ont platitndnons homilios
on Sunday and put the people to sleep. He
fel, that the gospel might be preached 80 that
ii would not be dogmatic, but would appeal to
the throbbing, hungcring heart of humanity,
which cFaVed for something moro than the
Dead Sea fruit of commonplace. His nature
was fresh, vigorous buoyant; his IDEAS original,
and he wished to bring this freshness, viSor,
buoyancy aud originality to the pulpit, where
it might better his fellow-men. He was an en-
thuSiast and his enthusiasm carried all before
it.
How closely he studied, how, in his little
attic room in the old farmhouse, after the
DAYS work was done. he would read far into
the night only the honest old father and the
kind mother who loved him knew AS he grew
to nIanhocd he was the admiration of the girls
and the envy of the boys of the village, while
the strangers who came to LtnoT to pass the
summer months were always glad of an oppOr-
tunity to talk with the earnest yet thoughtful
farmcr-studcnt as they Lowell to call him. By
anCi-byo lie went to college; and then, one
proud g!oricuG day of his life, he came home
10 LcroX an ordained minister of the Gospel.
His triillH were ended, his hours Of probation
passed, and he stood among his townsmen i'll
trusted with the holy mission of leading them
to the higher life.
Alice E!;;den was the direct opposite of Gny.
She Was perfect blonde, with long golden
rin%ie;s ripping over her shoulders, and with
blue eyes that might BE violet at times, but
which showed the possession of temper which
bcdc;i i'll for those WHO crossed her. Tho vii
laTo belle, she was ga, almost tiippant, i'll her
rO'Ivt r@atioa and there were those who Won
dcrc,! how the thoughtful young minister could
have chosen for his wife one whose Old churar-
ser and sentiments were 50 different from his.
Perhaps il was the aniinality Of the woman
THAT attracted him, for liSh-strunG, sensitive
INJURIES, such as his are very often conquered
by the personality of a woman who has beauty
OF form and face, rather than beauty of mind.