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

:, Shlch supplied his daily pint O
:, mix, told him, with an affabl
u 'm1le, when he paid his month
Dill, she was "a scrapin' and .
'crewln'' against the time whe1
the bag was brought round fo
him. One churchwarden. in ,
r burst of indignation against tn,
peccant Chancellor, patted him or
: the back, and ended his philippe
with, 'But you shan't be turned
out to starve, sir; We'll see tc
that!' The other warden-the
people's-told him, with a conf
q dental nod over the counter, as
he took the curate's last order for
tea, You may treat yourself to
malt pound of three shillin', sir,
this week. Alittle bird have whis-
pered to me there's something
comm in 'that'll pay for it,"
j The maiden sisters, treasurer
and secretary of the fund, called
on him to ask privately, eff he
would mind the lower classes. cot
tagers and so on, being asked to
give to 1T. They thought they had
best inquire first, they had no
wish to hurt his feelings" Then
they called again to say some of
the Chapel Row people wished to
give something too. "But they
must not be allowed must thew?
Oh, just as Mr. Ferrers wished
though if their advice"-and Miss
Scott and Miss Angelina Scott
went from this interview with the
curate IN rather huffy frame of
mind. Really, Mr. Ferrers had no
proper pride!
Then there was rosy-faced little
maid at the Sunday school fdget-
ing about under his eyes with a
small brown paper parcel. This
presently bursting, out flew five
halfpence and farthing, and the
curate having busted himself
dreadfully by helping to collect
this booty, was rewarded in face
of all the gigg1ing teachers by,
"Please, sir, would you keep 'em
now you've got 'em? me and Bob
by was saving of 'em up for you
COS you was so poor, sir" Fur
thermore, Mrs. Clench, the we'll
to-do masters wife, beckoned him
across a muddy road, and patting
him with her plump hand, "Oh,
you shan't go away without a lit
tie something in your pocket, sir,
L said to my husband last night,
1T shall be no threepenny piece
collection we make for poor Mr..
Ferrers. He shall have something
handsome, sforI daresay he haven't
saved much! And something
handsome you shall have sir.''
These things made the curate
vince, but according G to his wont
he had some gentle, courteous an
swer for each.
"Saved indeedl" All, people
might think he ought to have done
SO. But he had not, for reasons
best known to himself. Nor had
he accumulated in that little cot
'age of his many worldly goods. !
If everything it held, barring a !
CIV books, had been sold, enough
would not have been raised for Z
1lm to live upon, even frugally,
or half a year.
Somehow, wrongly he could now
zee, he had SO fallen into the
groove of this parish, had found
Imong its fifteen hundred souls
uch plenty to keep him busy, r
hat he had never contemplated
emoval. Twenty years ago Che y
'oloured to think of it now) he y
lad dreamed ridiculous dream.
connected with-love! Bnt the
entre of that dream had gazed :
at him when he mentioned
he matter to her. Scare for YOU.
Ir. Ferrees? A curate? How :
an you imagine such a thing?"
md her family had been so shock
d at his presumption he had
hrunk humbly into himself, van
shed from his fascinator's path, g
AIKEN long time to get over his "
disappointment (though when he
aw her a year back, stout, red,
lch, and very vulgar, he mildly
ejoiced at his escape and set '
led in his mind that his place in
he world was that of a nobody. =
II its synonym-just q curate. :
So his kindly nature fastened 8
ike some common hedge-climbing
hings that are so beautiful, though :
'assers-by rarely trouble to think "
# them-on this village, it's scenes,
is poor, its sad and troubled y
olks. Tery, very hard now it >
vas 'tpwrench himself from these:
o go forth without youth, without