The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1897-12-24

81 sec. Had the sister been long
in?"
mo, sir, not above a month
What was the matter with herr
We'll sir, cant say azackly. It
was a sort OF wasting sickness, like.
She couldn't keep nothing on her
stomach. of late, poor dear; and she
had pains that racked her, and used
to complain OF burning feel in her
throat; out OF sorts altogether, as you
may say. | believe ii all came from
fretting."
why did she fret so much? Was
her brother every unkind to herr
mo. sir. don't think it was his
unkndness that worried her. But he
used to keep very late hours-hardly
ever coming home till the last train,
and that worried her. Not that he
was ever the worse for drink. He was
the soberest young man as ever was,
but she was of n jealous disposition
and the thought that he was out en-
joying himself with other people used
to prey on her mind"
THAT was hardly fair, If he treated
her kindly when he was at home.
sister has no right to be jealous of
brother"
Perhaps. not, sir. but jealous she
was and fret she did. I've nobody
| but him in the world, Mrs Moff, she
said-my name being Moff-'and can't
| bear him to be always away. There
was a time when he spent all his even
ings at home And then tears would
roll down her poor holer cheeks, and
it went to my cart to see her so mis-
cradle / had feller-feslin', you see,
sir, for know how it worrits me when
my master stops late at the Coach and
Horses on a Saturday night"
"Ah, but it's different with a hus-
band. A wife has a right to be exact
ing, not a sister. Now. tell me how
they left the place. and all about it.
I'm interested in this poor girl, and
perhaps | may be able to befriend her
Where did they go?"
He was going to take her to some
place near the sea, on the other side
OF Grandchester, and a good way off.
The name has gone clean out Of my
head He was very kind to her from
the time she fell ill., She told me so
with her own lips. Castor was never
so kind to me in all his life, she says.
He fancied it was the air here that
didn't agree with her, she told me, and
it is rather a relaxing air, here. sir. |
feel it so sometimes, myself. and if it
wasn't for my drop of beer | should
go off in a dead faint"
What kind of a young woman was
Miss Foy? Was she like her brother?"
NO, sir, she were not. | never laid
eyes on a brother and sister more un-
similar. She had been very pretty,
there's no denying that, but her ner-
vous, worriting ways had that worn
and preyed upon her that she was old
and 'aggard before her time. She had
light brown hair and fair skin and
blue eyes, and | dessay she had been
pretty figure before she wasted away
like. but her 'ealth were never good
from the time l knew her.
did you see her the day she went
away" asked the vicar.
1T wasn't a day sir. She went late
at night by the last train to Grand
chester. She was to sleep in Grand
chester, and go on to the seaside next
morning; and do say that it wasn't
the right thing for young person in
her state of 'ealth to travel late on a
winters night. But there, poor Teller,
it wasn't his fault, for he had to be
at the Office all day"
"She was wrapped up warmly, sup
pose?"
Eyes. she wore thick Scotch plaid
shawl that he bought her the winter
before"
BLACK and red?" said the vicar
BLACK and red assented the
woman. with some establishment. "One
would think you'd seen it, sir"
Il told you l was interested in the
young lady, answered the vicar,
vaguely.
He took out his memorandum book
ana WROTE uOMH the udlt anu nun VI
the young woman's removal from Rose
! Cottage. She had left in the one cab
that piled between Parminter village
and the Parminter Road Station. The
cabman could be forthcoming if he
were wanted. Mrs Moff suggested.
Mr.. Leworthy rewarded this worthy
woman with a crown piece, half of
which he stipulated was to be given to
the little girl when she came home
from her errand, and then he walked
briskly back to the station, which was
a good half mile from Lawson Lane.
He was lucky enough to get rain in
less than half an hour. and he was
back in Grandchester at three o'clock
in the afternoon.
Here he took a cab and drove
straight to Mr.. Brock banks Office. to
whom he impaired all he had done.
Upon my soul. you're clever fell
low. vicar," cried the lawyer; you
ought to have been something BETTER
than a parson."
You mean l ought to have been
something that pays better. Now. look