The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-03-18

foreground Of hedge and orchard. At
first she read a good deal. but gradual
" more and more time was spent with
Mrs. Fry. Mabel followed her in md
out OF the dairy, to the kitchen, TO feed
the pigs, to collect the eggs. And the
eyes OF the faded, middle-aged woman
grew tender, though her words were al
ways the explanatory commonplace or
the mourltul biographical.
But one Gay-it was the day when
Miss RoscomnoN first churneG the but
ter-NIrs. Fry sighed, and said:
MY little Alice would ha' been about
your age Il she'd lived. own Should
sha' dearly liked to ha' taught her 10
churn."
I. was that night that Mabel kissed
Mrs. Fry when she said good night"
and almost wished. as she crcpt be-
tween the cold, laveadered sheets tha:
che had been born 4 farmers daughter.
She had discovered her vocation. It was
not teaching. as she had steadtastly
believed. nor literature, as she had Sc
cretly dreamed; hsr true vocation was
the pastoral life-the hurry and hustle,
the cleverness and bravery. the wlse
and the great: not TO forget them--to
honor tasm from afar, but to take no
further part in the strife and struggle
OF strenuous life; to watch 1t from the
safe haven OF the little life. She quiet,
ordered, placid life OF the farm. This
was hsr vocatIoa-her fate was high
school teaching.
When Robert Fry came home-the on
~ son Of his mother. the farmers wife
-Adoel shared In the hustle and glad
preparation that heralded his coming,
He was In business in LONDON, but he
vas coming home for his holiday, his
mother said.
But he hates the business" she went
on. He s got scholarship to 70 to
oxford, for he's very clever, my dear,
but 1t was not enough to keep him there,
ana II was the year We did so badly
with the wheat, so father couldn't spare
enough to let him go; 80 then Bob gave
IN. and he said: All right, I'll 90 into
business, for don't want to stay at
farming. SO his uncle took him into the
NANTES, where he might be doing well !;
put l wish he'd never gone to school.
90, then he'd abe-en content 10 stay
ana help his father about the. old place
thats belonged 10 the Frys no one
knows how long. You can see their
namcs In the churchyard."
II was In the church-yard, amid the
moss-srown headstones that Miss Ros-
common not only saw the names of
many dead and gone Frys, but made
the acquaintance Of the newcomer. Htl
came TO her across the field that law be-
tween the house and the church. and
she could see his fair hair shInIny in
Inc sun. lie was tall and hansome, she
thought.
NY mother sent me TO tell you that
tea is ready. It's half an hour enrller
than usual. Yes. I've Just come down,
II al seems very beautiful. after Lon.
don. doesn't It?" r.... ... .Irg,
IT 3 70 beautiful" said Mabel, that
am beginning to wonder hDw I shall
ever be able TO leave IT," "
lie walked beside her for awhile. in
silence. then he said:
You were at Clifton. my mother tolls
me. Don't you ind this sort OF thing
strange after the stirring Intellectual
HE thert?" .. 10 .is,.s
She laughed n fittIe.'' @.fgII
y don't think we were very In,nllnc,.
ual.--" che bcgan.537
feel 80 much all I have missed &,
he said: III only my father had no,
gown wheat that year" '''
hard" va" 'e''
She WAS Interested in The boz. IN,
though he was her own age, he necmn%