Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-10-04
CHAPTER III.

The very day after Ovens flight
into history Mr. and Mrs. Waring
/ walked up to the rectory and got
through their talk with the master
of 1t.
They might not have been altogether
50 prompt, being still absorbed body
and soul in the skeleton, but that, not
only was Gwen suffering tortures from
the state Of her skin through the CON-
hined action Of paint parattin, and
other ungents, but into the bargain
she had caught a bad and a quite
abnormally noisy cold which kept her
presence in evidence by fits and starts
whenever she broke loose from the
nursery, and which was a weapon jul
diciously welded by Mary to keep her
parents well up to the mark.
They had delivered themselves to
Mr.. Fellowes and We're now walking
down the rectory drive, both looking a
little panied. Mr.. Warnings disengaged
hand was pressed to his forehead and
his brows were knit, and Mrs. Waring
looked as if she were engaged in a
thoughts.
The air was still aud soft, and some
stray stars had alreldy taken posses
sion of the evening sky, where the
little streaks of rose, left by the sun,
looked quite out of place, and left
1t too, seemingly, for they were creep
ing behind the hills with a soft little
shiver Of dismay, like a timid guest
who suddenly discovers that every
soul but himself has left.
The silence and the calm helped Mr..
and Mrs, Waring, who were both try
ing to throw Off minor matters and to
return to that of vital affairs Generi
ally so easy, like the slipping back of
pair of seals into the water after a
rugged land journey, tonight this
seemed strangely hard task to tackle.
They often seemed to receive the
same impression at the same moment,
and something or other in the bright
glow of the rectory study and in the
perfectly at-home and at-ease air of a
pair of twins that the rector's wife
had temporary charge of, and had
brought in to say goodnight, had given
them a little jar which would keep on
quivering.
These were not sufficiently tangible
sensa tons for discussion; there seemed
sons should seize upon and argue from
to any purpose, so they were struggling
to put them behind them. Mr.. Waring
succeeded, his wife was not so fortu-
nate. The vague feeling was quite like
a jackin-the-boX for sudden appear
ances during the next few DAYS and
whenever 1t sprang up, little ache
followed hot on the heels Of ii.
At last she made a supreme effort
to regain her reason, and remarked
with I'll Their deceptive cheerfulness:
II think, dearest, we may now dis
miss this matter from our minds. l
am quite willing to trust it IN Mr.. Eel
loves hands, as | presume you are.
You do feel perfect confidence in him."
she questioned a little anxiously, as
Mr.. Waring did not speak for mo
ment.
Darling, yes,' he said with start,
lin this matter certainly yes, this IS
quite within his role. do not think we
could find wiser helper or counselor.
And he is 50 thoroughly gentleman,
he so kindly waived his theological
objections when he found that on this
part Of the question we had both ar
rived at a fixed conclusion. Yes, In the
choice of a tutor we could desire no
better adviser At the moment yoL
spoke was specializing upon Fellowes
from another point OF view; I am
really quite astonished that a man so
advanced In some phases VI thought
should be so limited. so--alpost retro
grade-in othe-s, and above all so
strangely content with his bfe, with
hardly a moment in 1t for uneisturbed
reflection, and no moment at Ill for
any attempt at valuable work J can
not imagine either whore he finds tom-
partnership"
To Be Continued.