The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-10-13

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we're followed by others who Gun
lerstood the uew rector wanted
aeW organ, and they couldn't Civ
IN all directions" Others cooled
oH from their first liberal inten
i tions. II don't hold with send
ing the hat round for them tba.
, calls themselves gentlemen sale
the butcher, who never by an,
; chance went to church, and wa.
annoyed by the curate's abste
mlous habits. His remark was re.
peated, "as a capital joke, you
KNOW to the unfortunate ben.
ehttee. The fund grew slowly. AT
Its close it was but small. Yet
expectation of receiving it half
crushed poor Mr.. Ferrers.
The committee quarreled fiercelv
over the form of presentation.
Secretly, oil were ashamed at its
sparseness. Though "really. YOU
know, quite sufficient" it looked
rather contemplate when down
IN black and white; and there
was general idea that the best
way OF concealing its dimensions
would be to lay the gift out in
some purchase, not to make it in
coin.
An ink-pot was suggested; an
easy-chair, time piece, fish
knives and forks-all, in turn
were supported, contested, and
thrown over. At length peaceable
decision was arrived at over a tea
pot. 1t was to be electro. and
rather small. He could never af-
tord to entertain, poor man. so g.
large one would be absurd. It's
purchase would have this advan-
tage-being electro (Which was
really quite good enough), they
would have margin, as much es
three sovereigns, perhaps, which
could be put in a purse.
The peoples warden's wife had
very awkward one, which ALWAYS
let the money out. She gener-
eusly offered that, and-there YOU
wereI presentation of plate and
purse to the Rev. G.. Ferrers. >"
Yes, properly paragraphed for the
county paper, that would thrill |
the heart of the Lord Chancellor
with shame; so teapot it
should be.
,hree ladies drove to Bridge
borough and bought it. A depu-
tatlon called at Ivy Cottage and
presented it; and between the ad-
dress they read and the speeches
they made, they left the unhappy
more mortified than he
had ever suspected himself capa-
BILE of feeling.
Pride was deadly sin the cur
ate knew; but he almost wished
he had had enough left in him to
give those laundering, heavy
footed patrons of his their precious
teapot back again, and tell them
that remembrance of Langton and {
Of them was all he wished to carry {
away with him.
Pride for such feat of self ]
assertion had failed him, however,
md the gentle kindliness that {
would not hurt worm had
prompted courteous words of graf j
tude. Now, he had practically I
parted with his parishioners.
Next day he would be packing-up; {
he day after, he would be gone. {
Whittier, beyond that natural ref
lge of all lonely folks-London- E
,e hardly knew. Sadly he was
'itting that February evening, /
oondering his next move, when a ,
mock at the door brought him a
lote "From Gray's Court" - I
"Mrs. St. Quentin would be ,
,reatly obliged if Mr.. Ferrers /
would call on her tho following 9
lay at three O'clock" I
He had missed her name from |
he list yonder with an extra v
ting of pain. Now, was he sum- t
noned to have her benefactions
bestowed, with more {
Elaborate pity, more "hopes that $
le would soon find livelihood G
lsewhere?' No! The curate felt |
glow under his rusty waistcoat. |
This lady of Grays Court would t
lurt him by no word or deed, he a
ouId be positive. Her kind .wo- G
manly nature would only heal,
lot wound him. 1t was-yes, just v
0 himself he might confess tit t
vas trial, going to say "good- 8
'ye''- to Mrs. ST. Quentin. But {
he idea of leaving without fare |
yell had been haunting him as i
ven harder trial. So he would .
EN- pull himself together and go. s
And he did. Q
Mrs. St. Quentin was in a ,s,rottv a