Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-05-08


toned. and for which her soul yearned with
! a fierce longing that would be incomprehen-
sibIe to folk Of a simpler mind. Everybody
has his or her ideal heaven. If only one could
fathom it, Some would choose a sublimated
intellectual leisure, made happy by all the
best literature OF all the planets; some
model state with themselves as presidents,
In which the latest radical notions could
actually Through their benefcent Efforts be
got to work to everybody's satisfaction;
others a happy hunting ground, where the
4 game enioyed the fun as much as they did,
and so on, ad indnitum-
Lady Honoria was even more modest. Give
her a well appointed town and country house.
few powdered footmen, plenty Of carriages
and other needful things, including, Of course,
the entree to the upper celestial ten, and she
would ask no more from age to age. Let US
hope that she viii get it one day. 1t would
hurt nobody, and she is sure to find plenty Of
people of her own way of thinking-that is.
II this world supplies the raw material
She embraced Effie with enthusiasm, and
her husband with a chastened warmth, and
went pious prayer upon her lips that she
might never set eyes upon Bryngelly again.
Il will not be necessary for US to follow
Lady Honoria in her travels. That afternoon
Efie and her father had great fua. They
packed up. Godfrey, who was rapidly re-
covering from his stiffness, pushed the things
into the portmanteaus and Effie jumped ON
them. Those which would not go in they
| bundled loose into the fly till that vehicle
/ looked like an old clothes shop. Then, a.
there was no room left for them inside, they
walked down to the vicarage by the beach,
distance Of about three-quarters of mile.
stopping on their way TO admire the beauti-
ful castle. in one corner Of which Owen
Davies lived and moved
ssOh, daddy" said the child, 81 wish you
| would buy house like that for you and me
to live in. Why don't you, daddyP
Haven't got the money, DEAR" he an
swered.
"Will you ever have the money, daddyT
Isl don't know, dear; perhaps one day
when am too old to enjoy it," he added to
himself.
at would take a great many pennies TO
buy house like that, wouldn't it, daddyT
said Efhe, sagely.
"Yes, dear, more than you can count, he
answered, and the conversation dropped.
Presently they came to a boat shed, placed
opposite the village and close TO high water
mark Here q man-it wasold Edward-was
engaged in mending q canoe Godfrey
glanced at it and saw that IL was the identi-
cal canoe out Of which he had so nearly been
drowned
Look, Efie,n said he, shat is the boat out
Of which | was upset" Effie opened her
Wild eyes and stared at the frail craft.
1T is a horrid boat" she said; II dont
want to look at it.
"Youre quite right, little miss said old
Edward, touching hts cap. 1T amt safe,
and somebody will be drowned out of it one
OF these days. wish it had gone to the bot
tom, do; but Miss Beatrice, she Is that fool
hardy there amt no doing nothing with her,"
al fancy that she has learnt a lesson, said
Godfrey.
May be, may be- grumbled the old man,
''but women folk are hard to teach; they
never learn nothing till it's too late, they
don't and then when they've been and done
it they're sorry, but what's the good o. that"
Meanwhile another conversation was In
progress not more than a quarter OF mile
away. On the brow of the cliff stood the
village Of Bryngelly, and at the back OF the
village was q school, plain whitewashed
building, rooted with stone, which, though
amply sufficient and suitable TO the wants OF
the place, was little short of an abominaticu
in the eyes Of her majesty's lordly school in
spectors, who from time to time descended
upon Bryngelly for purposes of examination
and fault finding. They yearned TO see
stately red brick edifice, with all the latest
improvements erected at the expense OF tho
ratepayers, but as yet they yearned in vain
The school was supported by voluntary con-
tributions and, thanks to Beatrices energy
and good teaching, the dreaded board, with
its fads and extravaganza, had not yet
clutched it.
Beatrice had returned TO her duties that
afternoon, for nights rest had brought
back its vigor TO her strong young frame.
She had been greeted with enthusiasm by tho
children, who loved her, as well they might,
for she was very gentle and sweet with them,
though none dared disobey her. Besides, her
beauty impressed them, though they did NOS
know it, Beauty of a certain sort has per
haps more effect on children than on any
other class, needless and selfish as they often
seem to be- They feel its power; it is an out
ward expression of the thoughts and dreams
that bud in their unknowing hearts, and Is
somehow mixed up with their ideas OF God
and heaven. Thus there was in Bryngelly
little girl of 10, very clever and highly ex-
citable child, Jane Llewellyn by name, born
of parents Of strict Calvinistic views As it
CHANGED, some months before the opening OF
this story, tub thumper, of high renown
and considerable rude oratorical force, visited
the place and treated his hearers to lively
discourse on the horrors Of hell.
In the very front row. her eyes wide with
fear, sat this poor little child between her
parents, who listened to the minister with
much satisfaction, and little way back sat
Beatrice, who had come out Of curiosity.
Presently the preacher, having dealt suffi-
GENTLY in terrifying generalities, went on to
practical illustrations, for, after the manner
of his class, be was delivering an extempc-
rary grafton "Look at that child, y be said.
pointing to the little girl; she looks limo
cent, does she moth but IL she does not find
salvation, my brethren, tell you that she is
damned. If she dies tonight, not having
found salvation, she will go to hell Her del
fcate little body will be tormented forever
and ever
Here the unfortunate child fell forward
with a shrek.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself,