The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1893-04-16
MISS DEWBERRY.

Doakenham, rs you know, 10 a cathedral
city. and visitors who come are always
shown them and the showing usually ends
with a small gratuity. But this particular
corner is more especially interesting to the
regular inhabitants for the reason that the
small bay window round the corner out of
the High street exhibits photographs, and
people have a little way Of coming along
the High street very fast, rs if they were
going to the station. and then. as they get
near this corner. of giving one sharp glance
round to see if the young man in the chem
lists over the way or the solemn waiter ut
The Blue Lion isn't looking. and last of all
Of turning the corner very suddenly, only
10 stop in front of that very interesting
window.
Miss Lettia Rasper has just discovered
The window for the 4.379th time. and she
was taking a most particular interest in il.
.'Perfectly horrid!" she exclaimed. and
walked away with a sort of bounce. Per
fectly horridr' che muttered, as she went
down the little by street; but she came back
AGAIN. She had quite forgotten what she
was going down the by-street for and she
yentured to think. BY a coincidence she
stopped again just opposite the bay win
dow, Then her eyes must have caught the
obnoxious object again, for this time she
said: mot a bit like her; nasty got-up
thing" Of course she ought to have
known, because she wasn't in the least got
M herself; rather otherwise. For Mrs.
Galober, her bosom friend, who rather
prides herself on her fine shape, told Miss
Clara Wilkinson quite c~onidentially the
other day that she wondered Lettia didn't
take a leaf out of her book. You never
know what women mean when they talk
confdentially. or who it will go to next. So
perhaps on the whole you'd better not men
ton it.
Considering Miss Raspes's strong disap-
prevail of the photograph in the window, it
was odd that she should go in and make ar.
rangements with Mr.. Fem to have her "
taken almost at once. She explained that
she wanted one to send out by the next
mail to south Africa. And then she walked
out, took another look at the bay window
and walked up the High street with q vir-
tuous demeanor. which was very much
heightened by the fact that she had caught
DAVID" of the Blue Lion, watching her
come round the interesting corner, which
was, as she said to herself, very rude of
them.
The next persons to come along the by
street we're the Rev. Tertius Cherrybounce
and a young friend who was staying with
him. And the young friend who wasn't at
ali afraid Of his friend for being a reverend
and q whole minor canon to boot, actually
stood still at the sight of the little bay win
dow and exclaimed: ''Hullo! Cherrybounce!
Who's this?" The Rev. Tertius was rather
near-sighted, and at first he said, seeing the
wrong one. 'That's the bishop.'
SsAD - eo;1 Aba friapa ;,,,%;o-AI, SkA;.
one. this jolly, pretty girl. Know her? Who
is she?"
The Rev. Tertius adjusted his spectacles
and examined it rather closely,
"Dear! Dear! Yes! As You say she is
remarkable pretty, remarkably So" and
the minor canon looked through his glasses
at his friend, and then turned to have a
parting look. Every pretty girl" he said
decidedly. though / don't remember to
have seen her."
And they turned away. There was moth
ing wonderful in the ignorance displayed
by the Rev. Tertius Ch%errybounce, for, az
has been shown. he was a minor canon and
ne%ar-sighted. He lived in the cathedral
close with an old housekeeper, and was
thought to be rather poor and past thirty.
What in the name of the thirty-nlne arti-
cles had he to do with pretty girls? Clearly
nothing.
Yet he did think of the face again.
and he made a sort of q mental note that
the next time he called to have a chat with
an ardent fisherman, about tackle and draw
nets and bait. and SO forth, he would art
fully introduo the question of the original
of the photograph. The idea of the Rev.
Tertius Cherrybounce being artful! 1t fell
out that his young friend went away by the
evening mail, and after seeing him off the
amiable minor canon thought he'd take
Fenn's on his way back" Not that it was
exactly in any possible way from the sta
ton to the Close. but 1t wasn't far out Of it.
So he dropped it at the door next the little
bay window. and found MIR. Fem smoking
q pipe and turning over a book of flies.
GOOD evening, Mr.. Fenn," said the mi
nor canon. pleasantly.
Good evening, sir" said the photogra-
pher.
And very soon they were deep in confab-
lation over the right sort of fly to use to
catch a certain kind of trout. Presently
the clerical gentleman ~arttully threw his
fy:
Just the weather for photographing,
isn't it, Mr.. Fenn?"
"Well! Yes" assented MIR. Fem doubt
fully. lights rather strong, perhaps, if
anything. I've got one here that came out
we'll. though. Look here, sir, what do you
think of that for n local beauty?o
The Rev. Iertius drew his chair up.
sVery nice, indeed. Very nice, indoed!'
he said softly. handling the photograph IS
if it were the young lady's hand. pray,
who is it?" And the glasses flashed up
toward MIR. Fem, 80 that Mr.. Fem could
only see the reflection of the gas in them.
"rhat." said Mr.. Fem, slowly, that's
Miss Ethel Dewberry. Her father lives on
the Ponton road, you know. Retired.
Come from Cambridge"
"Did he? Ali" said the minor canon,
slowly and abstractedly. 'She has a good
face"
YES" returned Mr.. Fem, "a very good
face. Didn't want any touching up at
ALL"
Il meant" said the minor canon, that
she looked good"
"Ah, and she is good. too" said Mr..
Fem. knocking his pipe out on the bars,
"a very good girl. Some Of them say she
paints, but that amt correct. | had a good
look at her. Paint don't come out like
that" and he pointed TO the photo. 'She
keeps n school for Il few little girls"
Indeed" said the Rev. Iertiua Cherry
bounce, beaming in imagination over the
picture of Miss Dewberry teaching an in
definite row Of little girls, for he was fond
of children in his way, too. Then his
hands sought the knees of his hlscl. neither
garments aud looked straight into the fire.
But Nj. Fem was returning to his flies
and had begun n tale with II remember
some years ago." and when Mr.. Fem got a
IA as that he had filed his ipe again tht
Rev. Tertius knew that he was going Of
upon the rivers and wouldn't retu II again
TO photography for amy money. 80 he com
posed himself to listen patiently and felt
that he really had made q little catch tina
evening.
But when the minor canon got back to
his snug chambers III the Close he sat dawn
in an easy chair and looked into the fire
and thought and thought till the cathedra