Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-11-04

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/ trope bonnet was IS serene and undis-
turbed IS II this sudden breaking up Of
her card party meant nothing to the llt-
tie woman.
Mrs. Flint shook her head at Mrs.
Chapman and formed with her lips the
word "Brazen," as they furtiVely
watched Mrs Seaton's tranquil face,
but the little rector looked at IL in quite
a different light.
Poor little thing" be murmured to
/ himself, as he walked abstractedly
home from church-he had forgotten
his usual custom OF escortinR Posey
| FliDt-"poor misguided young thing!
/ It's her foreign education no doubt, or
/ her late husbands bad influence. was
/ a boy with Tom Seaton, and l know he
was rot the man TO guide q simple
woman like that Really, think IL IS
my duty ;o-to-sxpostulate with, and
TRY Toto bring
Late that afternoon the Rev. Arthur
/ Maybury slipped quietly out OF the
/ house and took the road leading away
! from the village to the Seaton house.
IL was situated fully two miles out OF
the heart OF Belville, and the rector
/ hap ample time TO lay out programme
OF mis- call on the way, but, neverthe-
| less, when be sat in the great drawing
/ room waiting for Mrs. Ton Seaton TO
/ receive him, his heart beat so fast and
/ there was such a tumultuOuS surging OF
/ his brain that he had stage fright and
/ forgot every word Of his CAREFUL pre-
/ pared conversation.
She spoke a few gracious words IN
greeting and then sank down on a large
/ divaB. With solemn stiffness the rec
/ tor seated himself opposite her on the
/ extreme edge OF a spindling little chair,
so low that IL brought his knees up
nearly on a level With his chin. He
fixed his eyes on his shoes and gave two
or three spasmOdic gasps, but no words
would come.
/ His em OarrssSment was so painful
that Mrs. Seaton started what was
really an animated soloQuy asking
! questions aud answering them Ia the
/ same breath; telling amusing little an
/ ecdOteS of her travels and doing all the
} laughing, until the rector managed to
pull himself together bit.
/ Then Mrs. Ssaton, with extreme In
/ tuition, as she thought, led the CONVEX
satlon up to the church, the charitable
| work that 10 assumed, and the amount
OF money needed TO carry on the differ
ent missions.
Now, Mr.. MayburY, didn't you come
TO see me on some particular errand
/ this afternoon?' she finally asked,
trying to help him as delicately as pos
si0e.
"Yes-I did," he answered hesltat-
ingIy.
He drew q long breath, and then,
/ with his eyes fixed on his clerical shoes,
/ he began a round OF rapid questioning
oil want 20 know what your faith
/ is. Do you believe in the thtvty-nine
! articles, Mrs. Seaton? That is, are you
a member OF the chUrch-the true
| church, Do yOu-er-follOw the die
tates OF the Ten Commsndments-every
\ one Of them Mrs. SeatOn. Every one?
| He paused q moment, and in time TO
hear Mrs. SeatOn murmur 10 herself:
"And then they say that the inQuisltiOn
/ has been Abolished"
"Belive me-" be continued hurriedly,
81 am not asking from an idle motive.
/ Life is a-er--Ough road at best, and
| il could be your guide-your spiritual
\ guide, mean, Mrs. Seaton," be added
hastily. for the little widow had risen,
and was looking haughtily down at him
with cold violet eyes.
He drew himself tremblingly TO his
/ feet, determined to finish il he turned
| into a block OF ice under her frigid
/ gaze.
Your husband is dead" he began.
| AL the bright color, as natural TO her
| cheeks as the red 10 the holly berries,
died away; her very lips turned white,
aud the hand that she strenched out TO
/ grasp the pOrtiere trembled violently.
| She tried TO speak, but an inarticulate
whisper was all that broke the absolute
/ stiffness.
The rector stared at her stupidity tor
\ an instant and then FASTENED from the
room, returning Immediately with a
| glass Of wine.
Forgive me- the rector quavered,
| holding the glass TO her lips Forgive
/ me for referring so abruptly to Toms
death. I didn't realize-I thought-a
year is long time"
"A year! Toms DEATH" repeated
/ Mrs. Seaton family, in a dazed way.
She dropped the curtain and faced Mrs.
/ Maybury.
lis Il possible" she gaspsd, that
you think l am Toms widow 1 mar
ried his father six months ago. never
| even saw Tom"
The corners OF her mouth twitched
convulsiyely, and she said with a slight
effort:
Business unexpectedly detained Mr..
Seaton in Paris, but expect him home
next week"
The rector stared at her 10 dumb
wonder for full minute. and then he
| bIurted out 10 slightly disappointed
I tone:
Then you aren't a widow, after ALL
Mrs. Fl-er-they all said thought
"Ah," SAID Mrs. Seaton, throwing
( back her hsEd Knowingly, now l IN
derstand why they eyed my bonnet so
last Friday. II was neither admiration
nor envy, but disapproval Of the
wearer. I am 80 relieved"
81 don't mean to interfere, Mrs.
Seaton," be said timidlY, hut will YOU
tell me If Mr.. Seaton approves Of your
giving card parties on Sunday?
'O6EtdlulJ nOli CIltu MIS- ooobOu
indignantly. "Why should he? What
do you mean? don't understand your
question at all, Mr.. Maybury."
al knew it," declared the little rector,
his face shining with pleasure. Il felt
sure 10 was 8 mistake, but Mrs. Fl-er
that is, they all thought
I "Fet sure what was mistake, Mr..
/ Maybury?" pursued Mrs. Seaton, mys-
! tilted.
"Why, your invitation to the card
party on the 18th, q week from to-day"
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