Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-04-09

Marks, Shelburn, hardly realized the
modern ideal of q model clergyman. AS
most OF our modern ideals are founded
on nothing more material than novel;
lists conception OF man as he ought to
be, it would have been strange II he had.
Even detectives, amateurs or profess
sionals, find II hard 10 live up to the
standard set before them by writers OF
fiction. Nevertheless, Mr.. Peele did his
work fairly well 10 the lower middle
class suburb Of the great port to. which
the necessity OF earning his living had
called him, and thanked fate daily that
his lotNwas not cast in the parish OF St
Paul. down by the docks.
About o'clock at night II he hap
pened to be az home 10 his lodging, u
was his custom to lay aside his clerical
coat, put on his college blazer, and let
the hayward thoughts Of the natural
man have free play till bedtime. DE
thought II rather hard lines II any one
called on parish business At that hour,
end told Mrs. Lee, his landlady, 20 par
ley with any such incOnsiderate persons
at the outer gate, and, II possible, In
duce them 70 call again at more con-
venient season. Consequently, one even
Ing In the spring OF the year 1877, he
was annoyed when Mrs. Lee knocked at
his door and said that young woman
wanted to see him.
Cant she come tomorrow" be
asked testify. His modest stipend did
not allow him 70 indulge in the luxury
Of a special room for pastoral interviews,
and be was half way through his first
pipe and had just opened bottle OF
beer.
''No, sir; leastways she says not, +" re-
piled the landlady, evidently doubtful
OF t&a callers yeFacltY.
San right; then show her In. Do you
know who she tsp" asked the curate.
"No. sir, not by name; but think us
a young woman in the dressmaking at
Webb's," replied Mrs. Lee In q tone that
implied her poor opinion OF Mr.. Web6's
dresSmakers as body.
The curate's face frightened. His
favorite Sunday-schoOl teacher did, he
knew, occupy the responsible position
Of "erst hand" in the great drapery es-
taRisshment of Webb s. Co. He rose
and went 70 the door himself, polite and
RpoioKetic.
''Jlhl pray come IN, Miss Jebson," he
said, ct had no idea IL was you. This Is
an unexpected pleasure. Won't you
take a seat?" he continued as his land
lady closed the door behind his visitor
and retired to her kitchen In the base
ment shifting superciliously. 81
Miss Jebson was a young woman ap-
nd nj IL
races own accidentally pretty In a
somewhat pronounced style, and quite
se'f-posSesed.
''Reany / don't know what you will
think OF me, Mr.. Peele, calling at this
hour" she said as she took the protered
chair, "but am kept so late a. busi-
ness just now that
Don't mention it. Miss Jebson," he
interrupted. "As you see, l am more
fortunate than you. For once in way
I have finished my work unusually early
and was-was really feeling quite
lonely"
The gentleman smiled as he finished
his sentence, the lady blushed slightly,
and their eyes met. Then she coughed
and looked down. II was q little-a
very little-cOugh; but the curate said
Immediately:
"Oh, dear, I'm afraid the smoke is
troublesome 10 you, Miss Jebson. Bad
bachelor habits, you See"
- mo: at all, Mr.. Peele," she fastened
70 reply; mot az all. assure you. 1t
smells-well, homelike, you know" and
again their eyes met.
nA a "a mia n
filtration, and IL was evident that the
curate and Miss Jebson were now enjoy
ing not by any means their first bout
with that fascinating weapon. Their
conversation, too, was risky and did
credit to their capacity for making the
best Of this rare opportunity OF allowing
natural frivolity to forget for q moment
its artificial trammels. After fitting
around various subjects It touched at
last lightly upon the bottle OF beer, and
and the curste was only prevented from
opening one for his visitor by her
frightened exclamation Of:
''No, don't, Mr.. Peele! She'll hear
the cork pop"
This reference to Miss Lee made the
curate, as il were, lower his point for
a while, and with as near an approach
20 his clerical manner as could be eX-
pected under the circumstances, he
asked:
ssBy the by. Miss JebsOn, what was 1t
Won wanted 10 see me abOut?"
"There, now" retOrted she, still play
fully. "you nearly made me forget all
about IL with your nonsense. 1 wanted
10 ask you abOut-abOut a sort OF
legacy" q,
"a legacy A large one, / hope, Z"
said the curate suavely. But you
know. my dear Miss Jebson, l am not
sufficiently blessed or burdened, with
mis- worlds goods to be mach Of az au-
thority about investments.
! at isn't exactly about investment l
want To ask YOU" she replied, showing
for the first time some slight confusion
If manner. "It'S not money; it's dia-
monds."
"But diamonds, objected the curate,
scan be turned into money, you know"
Eyes" she assented, "that's just It.
How am TO turn them into money? l
had an uncle who went out to the Cape
many years ago, and he has just sent
them TO me by q sailors mate"
"Sent them TO you by sailOr?" re-
heated the curate. "Was not that rather
Tash?"
"Well, I suppose ii was" she agreed.
ssbut it was very like poor uncle. Be
sides, the man who brought them came
from our village, il wasn't like trusting
a stranger, you know.
sThen your uncle isn't deadP" asked
the cUrate.
s.Ohl no. At least he wasn't when he
-. tbar, of " sha replied. "but | don't