The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1895-12-20

4 Dodd thus de-
Gcribes one atirac-
tive sccnc: Presently q voice
sounded from below the deck
ratings. Mills was calling up
ward from the seat Of the Jolly boat,
which he was holding alonguldc. I'm
goin' for milk and eggs. ma'am, to the
hail. Perhaps It 'u'd be your pleasure
TO take the trip up the dixie" a mo-
ment later, and We were gliding acrosn
the sunlit river. what could be better,
after a morning In a stuny cabin. than q
trip In an open boat. and a descent
upon an English farm house, one or
two skilul strokes Of Mills oars sent
as skimming from the brilliantly
lighted river surface 10 the quiet OF q
placid creek. Il was like turning from
a busy hIghroad into q lane. The
green waterway seemed TO have cap-
turcd tho secret OF perpetual twilight.
the day finding It's way only through
the dense arch woven by the osicrs and
willow boughs.
Presently stood forth through the
g%listcning tree trunka the fair facade OF
a Stout. substantial mansion muntlcd In
Ivy. 1t was Hornlng hall Close to the
farm a glrlish shape was seen leaning
over a rustic stilo. II vas "a
traditional pose In which TO
discover feminine rusticlty: but
the living lovcl.ncEs OF the girls fair
face. and the soft, animal wonder In
her hazel eyes. made onc obliyious of all
other genuinoloss models. "ln It milk or
cream was her strictly professional
question. IT'S milk. my lass. an eggs.
" you've got 'om fresh Mills was
obviously entirely at his ease with the
rustic divinity. with q long. aailor-liko
lurch forward he took his place beside
the girl, leaving us to follow. An the
guy'nor, how is he? An your aunt. an
the stock?" we heard him say aa the
two bent their steps toward the back Of
the farmhouse. Mills took his way 10
the barn while the gill seized our own
moment OF lndeclsion to grasp the milk
jug and cross the courtyard Az We
stood watching her. noting her young.
fresh. lovelines7. why wa8 Il that sud
denly other equally fair and comedy
shapes took their places beside her
that Maggie Tulllvor. Hotty sorrcl. and
Tess OF the D'urbervillcs should also be
crossing that sun-noodod courtyard,
trailing before our eyes the memory OF
their tragic fate? The peace. the per-
feet stiffness OF the farmhouse en-
closure. the wet and dewy earth shin
Ing through the tree boughg. the herds
OF cattle and droyea OF sheep moving
under the fresh sunlight yondcr. the
very drOno OF the bees In the bushes
had brought WILDLY to mind those i'm.
mortal types OF women whose historic.
seem forever interviewer with sucl
homely notes no the pouring OF mill
into tin cans and the rhythmic thud Of
the churn.
The farm maiden meanwhile had
filled our milk-jug. and Mill'n vlslI
within the barn had come to an abrup.
end. We were about TO depart whom. IL
an Inspired moment. we ceased gazlnf
at a live picture and dwelling on TRACE.
dies to confront both In one. As w
turned toward tho dixie d stone building
rose up before us, II was MS unexpected
q building to meet In a remote countr,
farm as might have been. say, N,
Tower OF London or the New Yorl
Produce Exchange, The structure wal
sturdlly buttressed; II had beautlfu
early-Engllsh tracerles In lts regularl,
spaced windows: and although It's porcl
and belfry had long iincc disappeared
II was as unmlstakab.y : chapel az 4
rows OF chOrlsters were still lntoning
within lts yaulted roof. instead OF th'
impatient stamping OF the BEAST
stalled within Ito walls.
ITS a barn, ma'am. A chapel? Yes
ma'am; It was Vi. Benet's chapel. Bu.
it's been a barn since before ever / wa
born"
The chapel proved to have been par.
Of the old abbey. and we soon SAILED
past what was left OF II. The marshes
TO the left was an uhbroken plain
out OF the tufts OF grass there rose NJ
suddenly the huge outlines OF an nm.
calmly draining-mill, from the lower
southern side OF which blosgomed q
lovely gothic portal Clearer and clear
err became the shape and form OF II; here
and there within the portal were btu
Of time-worn border tracerles. totterinl
%cnnopies, and a pile Of shapeless capt.
tails and rlb-vaultlngs. The bank alonf
the river showed faint traces OF broker
bits OF walls. Of sunken towers ant
ramparts, now but mounds Of turf.
For many a turning and twisting IL
and out among the riyer-marshes wer,
the outlines Of the mill and the abbey
portal to mark for us the breylty o.
human grandeur.
when Johnny Rcnects
Mother" said Johnny, after deer