Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-10-04

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the fellowship.
CHAPTER III.
The very day after Ovens fight
into history Mr. and Mrs. Waring
walked up to the rectory and got
through their talk with the master
of it.
They might not have been altogether
so prompt being still absorbed body
and soul n the skeleton, but that. not
only was Gwen suffering tortures from
the state of her skin through the CON-
blned action of paint, paraffin, 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 we'll up to the mark.
They had delivered themselves to
Mr.. Fellowes. and were 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 Warning
| looked as if she were engaged in q
silent struggle against disturbing
! thoughts.
| The air was still and soft. and some
stray stars had alr9rdy taken posses
| sion of the evening sky, where the
| little streaks of rose, left by the SUM-
looked quite out of place, and left
! it too, seemingly, for they were creep
ing behind the hills with a soft little
! SILVER 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 Gener-
! ally so easy, like the slipping back of
! a pair Of seals into the water after a
rugged land journey. tonight this
seemed a 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
! 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
. sens atoms for discussion; there seemed
nothing in them that these two per-
, sons Shn1115 Snizn 11nn0 an6 fro,
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 jack-in-the-bOX for sudden appear
ances during the next few days, and
! whenever it 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 rather deceptive cheerfulness:
II think, dearest we may now dis
! miss this matter from our minds. l
am quite willing to trust it i'll Mr.. Eel
loves hands, as l presume you are
You do feel perfect confidence in him p
I she questioned a little anxiously, as
Mr.. Waring did not speak for a mo-
ment.
Darling, yesr' he said with a start,
''in 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 a gentleman.
he so kindly waived his theological
objections when he found that On this
part of the question we had both ar
rived at fixed conclusion. Yes. in the
/ choice of a tutor we could desire no
better adviser. At the moment you
spoke I was specializing upon Fellowes
j from another point of view: l am
really quite astonished that a man so
advanced in some phases Of thought
should be so limited, so-almo st retro
j grade-in others, and above all, so
strangely content with his bfe, with
hardly a moment in it for unC isturbed
reflection, and no moment at IL for
any attempt at valuable work. ] can
not imagine either where he finds COM
panionship"
To Be Continued.