The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1899-12-21

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~ attracts and at the same time re-
pels. Her hand and wrist were finely
formed, and her profile and stature were
such that artists longed to produce them
on canvas in the trailing dresses and jew
els she wore in the London drawing
rooms. She was usually spoken of as be-
ing remarkably clever, with the addition
that her sarcasm was tragic and her Wit
ridicule She had made a brilliant match
in marrying ST. John Casaubon of Ladis-
lawshire, in Kent. Genevieve came from
a poor family, good though not exact
~ MISUNDERSTANDING lower than an adj
miral or a clergyman. For generations
they had made Cheshire their home vet
Genevieve had left it without a sigh OF
regret; she seemed anxious to be away,
the town women said, and they trotted
themselves tired from one simple cottage
to another telling of the preliminaries OF
the wedding, the splendid style of st.
John Casaubon, and how handsomely
Genevieve would live.
La, do be sorry for Solomon Fletch-
er. The way she ha turned i'm down."
said stout. rosy Liza Peer, who sat talk
ing to Mrs. Lydgate across the sewing
machine, at which she was constructing
oEeralls for shop.
But Solomon amt no man for 'er. nor
for you. E as too much of religion in
is face An il ed only quit them Free
Methodists e would be better hoff an
not dom so much shoutin'r'
Yes" said Liza. But I do be sorry
for i'm. 1t may be nice to wear fine
feathers an satin, but Miss Genevieve
would be 'appier if she took Solomon,
Free Methodists and ALL
And now, six years after she became a
bride, with the light of conquest in her
eye and the pride of gratiied vanity in
her step, Mrs. St. John Casaubon was
returning to Cheshire, widow, to visit
the mother and two young sisters, whom
she had never cared before to see and
merely thought of from a sense Of duty
to note that the allowance which St
John generously provided was properly
paid over the last of each month.
The delightful night before Christmas
Cheshire was wrapt in a garb of crisp,
white snow, through which waded wom-
en- and children, and even men, to reach
the old frame school house which was
this night converted into place of wor-
ship. For Solomon Fletcher, long remov-
ed, had returned to Cheshire and it was
announced that ne would address the
town folk.
Genevieve's rich furs and velvet dress,
with the pearl embroidery, were out of
place in the humble edifice and in strik-
ing contrast with the poorer clothes of
her mother, who sat beside her on the
wooden bench. The proud head on the
white, slender throat was held high and
Il f,,J lad d;.Ja s-,f ,lt,r h..
roundings; a faint flush dyed her pale,
thin face, which wore the haunted look
of soul in despair. But the face was
still beautiful in its naughty scorn and
sorrow.
A murnur OF expectancy ran through
the crowd as the broad, manly figure
of Solomon Fletcher mounted the plat
form, with his hands clasped loosely be-
hind him. Raising his deep-set blue eyes
toward heaven and standing away from
the table which served as pulpit, he be-
gan speaking in a clear voice that re-
sounded to the further end Of the school
house, so as all could hear:
''Harken, o people every one of We,
for am come by his grace to point out
to ye the follies OF life, the vanities of
the world. Vanity, vanity, all is van
ityp Surely every man walketh in
vain show. He heapeth up riches and
knoweth not who shall gather them
They that trust in their wealth and boast
themselves in the multitude of their
riches, what care they for the glory of
God? for the forgiveness of their souls !!
for the souls of their fellows? for him
who was crucifed to save the world? for
the mission of man? for the life eyerlast-
ing? He thinketh not of these things, for
he loyeth not God. Such man, being van