Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-10-11
@Re SiIenee of
Dean Qaitland.
BY WE<MELL GREY.

only auoFu one uflcl lutcINlt" Will
Marion, since he had with some diff.
Guilty freed himself from the curlcy at
Shotovrr. which had given him a title
to deaconS orders anC got himself
placed on a mission stat in the east
of London. where he led Il Semi-mon.
aStic life III 4 house with his fellow
cumteS and enjoyed to the full the
hard labor for which he had clamored
so eagerly while at Shotover,
The situation was rminenty unfav.
orable to courtship, while 1t seemed
to render marriage absolutely imprac-
ticablc Cyril. however, found a
means of reconcilinS duty with in
clination, and easily convinced his
rector that his laborS would be equally
valuable if he had II home of his own
within easy reach of the scene of his
tolls. and thus they were to be married
in the spring, The narrow means
which SO frequently darken the hor
lion of curateS' lovcdreamS had no
place in this romance since both Cyril
and Marion had whcrcWithal to keep
the wolf from the door
the dark days which divided them are
to be forgotten.
when | hear the word misery,
think of last spring" said Marion,
laughing.
CyrirS face clouded. and he turned
away and gazcd at the fire. Never
think of it, he exclaimed, suddenly
turning a bright, animated gaze upon
Marion. Il shall drive it from your
memory, dear, by every act and
thought of my life"
Dinner. the hour 50 tondly welcomed
by mortalS IN general, came all too
soon for these; and. indeed, it was not
till the others had taken their places
at the table that Marion made her APP
pearance. flushed and charming, and
met her brother for the first time since
his arrival in the house.
This is an Improvement" he said,
holding her at arms length to look at
her, ION the mealy faced girl | saw
three months ago. Pray, miss, whore
do you get your rouge
Manufactured on the estate Henry
replied Mr.. Maitland. Native Nal
bourne rouge. Let us hope cyril may
acquire some of it"
1T comes off easily" said Evcrard
gravely, while Cyril became absorbed
in Mark Antony, who sat on stool ut
Lilian's side at the head of the table,
with his chin on Il level with the cloth.
m F1n 60 M ~ oil N
himself with a twin on each side OF
him. that his deep mell,tuouS purrs
threatened to drown the conversation.
You will he glad to hear that Gran
fer is still alive and we'll, ard wiser
than ever, Henry" said Mrs. Maitland,
who was sitting on his right, having,
as usual, resigned the head of the
table to Iili2n,
Il congratulate Malbournc Mrs.
Maitland. 1t could never so on with
out GlTlnfer'S advice. And the dscon-
tented BaheS has not yet blown you
all up? And friend Wax still Yields
the ferule in defiance of Lillian
But not in church." said Lillian.
Because Lillian steals the cane if he
brings it," added Marion.
And is anybody engaged, or born,
or deadT continued Eyerard, gayly,
Ben Lee? 1t struck me that he had
been drinking this afternoon. And
our friend Alma, how is SheW
There was dead silence for a sec
ond or two, and Evcraids eager gaze
of inquiry met no response from the
eyes bent n~olutely on the plates.
Let me send you some more beef,
Henry" said Mr.. Maitland, looking up
from his joint with sudden briskncsS,
Come, where is your boaSted appc-
tite? Yes, bring Doctor Eyerard's
plate, Eliza"
But Alma? Oh, | hope there is
nothing wrong with herr continued
Eyerard. looking round with a dis
mayed gaze, while Mrs. Maitland laid
her hand warningly on his sleeve.
"Oh. Lillian, Alma is not d"adt'
Worse" replied Lillian, in a low
voice-"far worse
There were tears. he saw, trembling
upon her eyclashcs; and If ever tears
pearls. then, he thought, did
those precious drops, and if ever NOR
tai woman was dear, then was Lillian.
He saw It all now on the instant, and
he remembered how much Lillian had
done for Alma, and how at Whitslln-
tide she had spoken of her and cared
about her absence from the Sacla-
ment and so dismayed was he by this
that. having none II the
ready resources and fine tact which
insure social success, he simply. like
the honest, clumsy fellow he was,
dropped his knife and fork and gazed
before him. Fortunately,
at that moment Lcnnie, who was
stretched on the hearth-rug, intent
upon "Ivanhoe." bethought himself Of
an important event. and took advant-
tage II the silence TO proclaim 1t.
Il say. Henry" he exclaimed, what
do you think? I'm going into trousers
tomorrow"
why, It was all over Oldport." said
Cyril Bills in every window. Oh
va-Si oh ypst oh ypk5' Know all by these