Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-02-28
@Re Si1ence Of
Dean Qait1and.
BY NHxMELL GREY.
Continued.

begged The rector, 4 rlch man ana
a generous, drove him from the door
He never cucourag cd rlmpS, stone
should 90 to the Work-houSe, he said,
He next tried a comfortable house,
in which some wealthy maiden ladies
lived. with no better success. The
ladies and their maids were fright
ened to death at the sight of him, and
threatened to send one John who, II
he were other than phantom of the
ladies' own conjuring, was truly Of a
singular taciturnity, and possessed Of
the power of making himself invisible
for the police.
Everard wandered down the neat
garvel path with Il sick heart; and,
turning up lane, he came upon Il
cottage, where a poorly dressed woman
stod nursing a child at the gate He
would not beg of her; but she, who
knew him by sight and name, as haN-
ing helped at hay-making with her
husband. accoStcd him, and asked If
he had got work and the remittance
he expected. He shook his head in re-
ply, and she asked when he had last
eaten. wnen he again shook his head,
and smiled family. She looked at him
with Il pitiful expression, and bid him
walk in and rest, which he was glad
to do.
Then she warmed some cold tea and
cold potatoes, and set them before him,
apologizing for the poor fare and oh
I,n a WIN
ard knew to be n drinking man, had
not yet come home with the weekly
wage. WOlfishly as he had eyed the
good creatures simple cookery, Ever
ard found that he could not finish
what was set before him; he was too
far gone.
That night he passed in a half
ruined and disused cattle-Shcd, not far
from Hawkburnc, and in the morn
ing he rose and trudged along the high
road to the next village, asking an
occasional aims when he fell in with
the church-goers, but getting none.
The little belfry of the village church
the name of which he never knew,
had a sweet peal of bells. Their
sweetness charmed him to tears, and
he thought how pleasant it would be to
go TO church once more, a free man;
so, after the congregation had entered
the little fame, he dragged his fast fai!
ing limbs into the church-yard, and
looked in through the lower part of
the lozenge-paned window, the top of
which was open,
The interior of the cool, dark church,
with its low, heavy stone arches,
sculpterpd tombS. and rustic Worship
ers, ranged in orderly quiet, was a re-
freShing spectacle to the outcaSt'S eyes,
and, leaning on the broad stone Win
dow-ledge, he saw and heard all The
Psalms were being read, and his heart
bounded strangely as he heard "When
the Lord turned the captivity of Zion,
then We're we like unto them that
dream; then was our mouth filled with
laughter and our tongue with joy"
Slrely his captivity was to be turned
at Last.
The organ pealed, and the simple
chants fell pleasantly on his ear; bur
his head swan so that he lost parts
of the service, and those verses rang
on through his mind. He reused up
during the Second Lesson, and heard.
with deep emotion, the following pas
SageS: Il was a stranger, and We
tok me in: naked, and We clothed me:
sick and III prison, and We visited mo-"
and sensation of awe and horror fell
upon him when he realized that a
whole congregation of Christian wor-
shippers sat listening to those words Of
terrible and tender meaning. while
he was pcrishing within ear-Shot, uu-
regarded. OF some of them he had
begged in vain; the man who was
even then reading. Lord, when saw
we thee hungry and fed thce?" was
the very man who drove him but yes
terday from his door. sick and starry
Ing; of the others he felt he dared not
beg.
Then he remembered that his brother
George was perhaps, then reading
those very words, when saw we thee
in PRISON." and Cyril. the traitor Cyril,
Il his large town church, was most
probably reading them too, reading
them in his voice of magnificent power
and pathoS to an awed multitude. In
every church in the land those awful
and beautiful words were being read,
and yet he knew that no help could
come To him. Depart from me, We
cursed" burst forth the rector, with
sudden Sonorous energy, and Everard
shuddered and sent up an agonized
prayer for Cyril
The sun was hot, and ne grew weary
of his place by the window, and sat
down among the green graves beneath
a shady tree till the congregation came
out. Then he rose, when they were
all gone. and knocked at the first cot
tage door he reached. having learned
by this time that the poor are better
almoners Of hand-to-'and charity than
the rich. because they know better
what it l. to 20 without neal Some
bread was put in his hands, with
words he was TOO dazel to hear: but
he found, on trying - eat the bread.