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

Nom n = lono. two-stori.d. hi,r"I- r""ss
structure, standing ut d cornsr 81 Main
street and 4 recessed alley, md must have
hsen regarded As . stately affair In its tins.
A tier OF nine windows In the second and
eight In tho first story fncs the street.
which - shut oil BY = massive stone wall
with vide coping and monumental pro-
t~cctions At fegulnr intervals and mt the
corners. In the nreA between the strsst
wall and tho house are several pertly
trimmed shade : ses. n tho ample garden
10 the roar extends to tho banks OF tho
Hawkshaad lies midway between tho
queen OF tho English lakes, Wlndermere.
aho Cohiaton wAtc hoar wh1ch may DO
!ouho the nome o. John ltushlt. ana mes
Ties prettily beside the beautiful Esthwnite
wafer. ~ ~ ~ 1ar rue most bsautitul VII
iaRe IN the iake country. Inc Old school
mouse 70 sthhuluR 1us1 Nv WofdSworth lett
". ~ = no more ln"n = uny stone aun-
geon,, win wlue. low windows. a single
p1oao, low uooF, anu u sclooI
room lhtet'or' where a tall man would DO
IN DANGER OF dumping tho coillng beams
wlth hls mead.
Inc sonoolpoy. Wordswortn. cut hls mo
INTO ms desk' ana the SCARED old plank Is
hccofaiheiy pilzeu as a precious relic;
Eve'y QUO wlll remember the good oia
u t;nah AN anne yh hsson, WIN wnGm "oraswo'tn
MN during his boyhood'. days at "
neau. fier cottage Ia stu standing; ana
The snow Wits church upon the hill
made famous in the prelude" stands ms
thon in a near field. Around it the sheep
and lambs n Q gazing. But the old lie
went out of Hawkshs ad with the hand
looms; you will never find more thnn IA
score of worship ers at service within IL; aud
the incumbency ia go reduced TINT the viii
laRs rector himself rinps the chime OF bells
which calls the dim old folk that remain to
this all but deserted shrine.
Here again are types of Villages. one in
of Yorkshire; neither like the scores of
sunny hamlets in tender Yorkshire wales,
but standing Qrimly and stoutly against the
s%nuddering moors. defiant of change ami
the tempssts Of centuries. Come with me
over dreary stauemoor's Willis and look
down there upon deud old Bowes.
Theirs lies tho sinuous shell of the ancient
vilIaGe-a winding, cobb.ed, grass grown
street of half a mile in length, thanked b.
ruined houses, half of whose matched roofs
have fallen In. Far to the east the eye
catches a glimpse of the classic domain of
Rokeby. 10 the north the de!ls and fells
whore flows the river Tees. To the soath,
the glen of Greta, where that river tumbles
md sings. That huge, lone, stone %struct-
ure. the i,st Mt Bowes from the g eta
bridge way. weird and ghostly under huge
sycamores, was formerly another Dothe-
boys hall. Richard Golden oncs owned it
and made it his home.
Theu the Unicorn inn. with its acres of
out buildings, empty and moss-grown. OPP
posite, another silent inn, the Rose and
Grown. Then, facing westward. a little
Norman clui Oh. Near il, the ruins of a
Norman castle. Behind those ruins, the
ancient Roman station of havatrae. where
arc remains of baths and an uqueauct.
Then. rooted and unroofed novels on either
side to the westward. where you will see.
still standing just as Dickens described a
veritable D%otheboys hall in his Nicholas
Nickleby, "a long, cold looking house, one
story high, with n few stf angling out build
ings behind, and q barn and stable adioin-
ing"
The other is Hawo:tt, Ssen at a dis
lance it seems a half-defned line of ragged
gray above which ia the lofty, dreary Hn-
worth moor. There is but a single street;
olosea sometimes extend for a house-length
to the right and laft, The ward wide pave
ments are series of stone stat. 8 and plat
forms. Beneath the latter are shadowy
shops and living rooms. All stand open.
But few inhabitants are to be seen. Up.
up, VI. for u half mile, you plod, and ut
last reach a tiny open space. The houses
are set around ii closely. Quaint shops
and ancient inns crowd it at all sorts OF
curious angles. This is tho head of the
village. geographically. in habitations and
in aristocrncy. -"
Not TO: its ntttaotivencss. but because 1t
seems an outlet to somewhere, you pass
into a little court behind the Black Bull
inn. 1t is Il maze of angles and wynds.
Suddenly another tiny open space confronts
you. Here nre an old, oblong. two-storied
stone house, with u few yards of grass pot
ut it's side; a little stone church., attached
to, rather than blended with, q grim Nor
man towe; a grave yard clustered with
crumblinR stone: tho whole barely covering
an acre OF R;ound. These were Haworth
parsonage. church and churchyard; the
earthly and hnal homo OF the Brontes; and
their living eyes ever rested on Haworth
moor, which rises Immediately above the
churchyard like n wall of rounded etoae.
Come to such ns these in the summer time
only. Then fleecy clouds straggls over and
between the hills as if shadowy heats wele
mhrshaillng behind tine horizon. Hero and
there splatches of color lie against old walls
ana honss fronts. The heather blushes from
the unduiant 9 cen of the moors. And one
can then easily imagine bits OF Apulian as
toral scenery here and the shepherds md
thelr Hooks. INK cameo reliefs on beds of
oa2Atn2 emerald. with q perspective OF bill
lo"y lines ana misty clouds.
over hers in Northam ptonshire. just at
the edge OF the garden shire OF Warwick, is
ancient moss.grown Crick. sleeping under
Its matches beside Waiting street,
most famous OF Roman roads. There are
both rest md delight i'll old. old Crick;
rest, because 1t 10 one OF thoae English vii
lagos which stands just es it always stood;
whore tho ronr of the workday world's
activities never comes; where the old parish
church. tho graveyard, the decayed manor
houses. the huge stone dovecotes which
lOuSe ZOO familiea IF doves tho the+chsd