Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-10-18


gance and finely built form of SIR
Lionel. and the manner in which, the
foouman having retired At Il look, he
handed out Lady SwayncStono and his
daughter Ethel in their vclyets and
furS. But Graufcr was distressed To
see that Ben Ice no longer drove up
with his former dash, and turned his
shining SteedS in the direction Ut the
Sun With no moro consequence than if
he had been driving Il mere brewers
dray "Ah, Ben amt the man he was
he muttered after having helped Sir
Lionel and his family with the Sun-
shine of his appreciation into church.
Then came the tripping, whispering
procession of School-children, led by
the rector, followed by Wax, who was
involved in the double misery of new
Sunday broadcloth and the absence nf
his cane, without which emblem of au-
thority he was ever Il lost man; and
last of all calrH Cyril. who found time
for a word and smile for each of the
group, ana left them all eNhlarated
10y his passing presence as if by a
dlWught nt vino. Then the bells
ceased. the loungrrS entered the church,
and Granfcr himself, the sunshine
warming his wintery white hair.
walked slowly with the aid of his
stout oak staff up the center aisle to
his allotted place.
He was already seated, and CyrirS
musical voice had given deeper
pathoS 10 the sentence, Hide thy face
from my sins" when Ingram Swayne-
stone and his sister Maudc entered.
rosy and fresh from their long brisk
walk in the frosty morning. Ingram
Swayncstonr was tall and fair and
strongly built. the typical young Eng
l;ShmaI, who belongs to no class and
only one country, physically, perfect,
good-tempered, and well spoken, with
Il perfect digestion and Il nervous SNS-
tenn mdiStl1ught by intellectual bur.
dcnS and riddles of the painful earth.
His appearance with his pretty fair
haired sister caused Il tiny stir. almost
imperccprihlc, like a summer breath
through ripn corn, amongst the ta.rrr
portion of the congregation, with whom
he was extremely popular, not only on
account of his good looks and known
appreciation of feminine charms, but
also because of a faint delicious aroma
Of wickrdneSs that hung about his
name.
The dcvOt,onS of several undoubtedly
piouS young matdcns were more than
once interrupted tor tho purpose Of
looking to see if he was looking, which
he certainly was at every one of them
in turn, when opportunity permitted;
while CyrirS beautiful voice rang
through the church. and Eycl"Ird ana
Lillian, who had always loved and
admired the simple majesty of the l.it-
urgy, felt hat they that never before
known its real beauty.
When he read of the Massacre OF the
Innoccnts. one or two women cried,
The tone in which he read that Rachel
was weeping for her children and
would not be comforted. poignantly re-
minded them that they could never
be comforted for their lost little ones
buried outside in the sunny church
lil VI Iltlll y, anu llll'l'l' anu htIl l'Ii'
and the children all gaZcd up with ad-
miring affection at the beautiful young
priest standing white-rJbed outside the
chancel at the eagle lrcturn, Henry
thinking that the music Of Clrl'S voice
alone surpassed any chantcd cathedral
service.
Often in aftcr-ycarS did Henry and
Lillian think of that sweet Sunday
morning with refreshments; the solemn
beauty Of the old church, with It's
heavy Norman arches; the sunshine
stealing in. mellow and soft, through
the south windows and tinging the
snowy frocli of Ganfer who sat just
below the chancel. and leaned forward
on his staff IN an attitude Of raPt at
tcntion the innocent looks Of the choir
boys. amongst whom was D,cky Ste
ycns. fourth in descent from Granfcr,
and whom Lillian had delivered from
the tyranny Of the rod; and Mr.. Matt
lands reverend aspect as he bent his
Silvered head and listened to Cyrils
pure voice.
But the moment which fingered in
his hearts memory till his dying day
was that in which he knelt with Mar
ion and Lillian and the villagers at
the altar. and received the holy sym
bols from Cyrils own consecTated
hands. He never forgot Cyrifs pale,
Saint-like features and whites toled
form, the crimson from martyrs
robe in the south chancel window
staining in long bar the priests
breast and hands and the very chalice
he held.
II was 50 glad" Lillian said, when
they were walking home together, Mar
ion having stopped to speak to some
one, ito see you there, Henry, because
Cyril is often troubled about your dar-
ing speculations."
Your father never fails to still my
doubts, Lillian" he replied. There is
that in his plain, unpretending ser
mons which carries conviction straight
into ones heart sermons, as rule,
simply bore me; but Mr.. Maitland .
We'll. you know, Ae always was my