The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-22
The VERGERS' DAUGHTERS.
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS SERIES.
BY EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.
Copyright, 1894.

: old fellows IN Justice: and, though it is
an unpleasant confession, l was actually
determined, if my quest should prove
successful and l ever came into possession
of Kirby Dorkl;n's wealth, to divide 1t
fairly with '"tother one for what she
had doubtless suffered far more keenly
than the one 1 conceived to be the author
of both her own and Kirby Dorklin's en-
Filtered lives.
In this mood and with these Quixotic
resolves, 1 announced to my uncle my
purpose of brief tour, half in youthful
and vagarious sentimentalism and half
for its direct bearing on my chosen voca-
tion among the cauhedrals of England /;
and insisted upon his accompanying me.
Lord Nonsensei BAH !" he instantly
retorted, reddening startlingly. Tut,
tut, tut I'll cut you off, sir, first After
the ninuy-pinny winnies! After the hus-
sey -mussey fussies That's what's IN
your head, sirl Bah! Tut! tut! tut!
Neverl"
As watched him puff and stamp ana
make vicious lunges at the furniture,
felt that had already made unexpected
progress in unlocking the mystery OF the
'"tOther one" Youth is ever recklessly
brave and at once pitted my will against
his.
i shall go tomorrow" I answered stol-
idly.
mo you won't; no you won'tl Not a
penny, YOU young rebel How'll you go
without money! Bahl' he gurgled with
cunning triumph.
"Oh, I'll walk" I returned deter
minedly.
He looked at me excitedly for moment
and his scraggy features cOntorted hide
ously He had never been opposed like
this. AT Ballarat he would have struck
a man down for less.
1--WE evidently do not understand one
another, Mr.. Dorkin," / added without
quaver in my voice.
II / had said ''Kirby Dorklin," or
"Uncle Kirby" he would have stormed
on indefinitely. But TO him, as he con-
fessed to me years later, a seemingly i'm
measurable distance between us flashed
upon him through the mere words MIR.
Dorklin," which startled him wofully, as
he thought of the possible loss of all that
on which his selfish though tender old
heart was now so doggedly set.
''Boy Tut, tut, tut!-You wouldn't
throw away everything for a FOOLS err
| rand would youl No never ,-Bahl'' he
returned gloweringly and hoarsely, but
with a pathetic trace Of whlmperlng IN
his voice.
"Oh, no; but l wouldn't be anybody's
| cur, for any sort of prospects, no more
than yourself, sir"
His eyes closed tightly at this. His
head sank and wavered strangely back
and forth. He seemed to shrink and dou-
Die into half his usual figure; and both
mis- hands rested feebly and trembling
upon his stick. He remained so long a
time like this that ( became alarmed,
and was about to step to his side. The
movement awakened him with a start.
Cad but there's mettle in himl He's
like Ballarat gold-twenty-three and a
half karats, first assay" This bravely
| :, :, isiI Ia nd
wheedingly:
who said wouldn't gol Nobody
! Bah Of.course we'l go!-to some; to
some of EN- Robertl"
THANK you intellectually" l re-
piled with real feeling, for l saw how the
old mans soul had been torn in the brief
and sudden storm.
in an instant more his irrascibility had
reasserted itself.
examination !" he shouted, jumping up
and down and banging the floor with his
stick in petty frenzy. mot all of 'em,
mind you! Bah! If it's anything like all
Of 'em, I'll cut for Ballarat!"
"We'll nave glorious time, and you'll
see England at its fairest again" l per-
sisted enthusiastically.
81 hate cathedralS and all that's in EN- !
Good time! Never !-Bah!" he snorted
savagely.
And I'll make you love cathedrals and
all that's in them for the rest Of your
happy life!" l urged glowingly.
"Gad, you'll drive me mad, sir!" he
roared, as he tore away from our little
parlor, overlooking Covent Garden, and
rushed in a rage to his own room.
"Egad, I'll drive you glad, STRIP I un-
spairingly shouted after him, as his door
slammed upon my words, and my heart
smote me for my unfeelingness, though
still, as is the way with aged youth and
youthful age, elated at my partial vic
tory.
Kirby Dorklin did not reappear to sup
per or during the evening. Snorting,
fretting, Tuning, he stumped about his
room, lunging at invisible objects and
whacking at tangible furniture, ever and
again storming at the bugaboo, "Ninny-
pinny-winnies" and the "hussey-mussey-
fussiesn of his poor beleaguered brain.
| | knew he was having it out with
"tother one" For now and then, after
a loud resounding whack he would snort
dehantly, Not to all of 'em, I'll throttle
him first. Not near TO 'tother one-never
Damnation Bah"
But ! remember as l turned in my own
bed to sleep, I said to myself:
Kirby Dorklin, the cathedral town
you are determined not to enter is the
very one l will try to lead you into; and
if | am not much mistaken somewhere
near or within us messy, Jrduq ull cathe'
dral close, will search for and find the
key which will unlock to the sunlight the
sepulchred disquiet of your pitiful old
wasted life"
He was ready for me and our journey in
the morning, clipper and CHEEKY as when
he had nearly choked me with embraces
as / stood before him in the first flush
and exaltation of ordination.
We first visited oxford. Then we ran
down to Canterbury and Rochester. Back
through the south and southwest, we
came to Winchester. dear old Winches-
ter to him. for he was a 'Wykehamite, to
Exeter and to Salisbury.
l loved him better and respected him
more as we progressed.
l found him to have sometime been a
profound student and to still be a keen
critic of ecclestiastic architecture and
art and wonderful storehouse of pro
fame and religious history. The different
periods, their relations and contrasts and
the false notes of "restOrers" were all as
an open book to him.
Clearly, masterfully, he traced the va
rious examples in church architecture
from the time Of the old Saxon builders.
down past the early Norman workers and
the transitional Norman, and along
through the splendid development Of first
and middle pointed, perpendicular and the
modern Gothic, Intervening the whole
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