The Worthington advance., 1900-12-07

There is quaint lych-gate at the en-
trance to the holy spot, . carved halt
ing place of oak, set tenderly by some
good man of the dalespeop1e--a squire
of the olden days, who loved his.lome
and his neighbors, and his God full
well, think, and sought to beautify
the church il which he,and his had
worshiped 50 long. ''.%'~-*
And down the fair avenue of trees
within the precincts and past the quiet
church the remains of what was once
the proud abbey of Coverdale, where
the: monks said masses and cultivated
their garden, and tended the souls and
bodies Of the poor and needy in the
dale.
It is a beautiful spot in a beautiful
countryside, and so thought a man.
who viewed it lovingly, and pointed
out all it's changeful lights and shad-
ows, all its pretty peeps of field and
river. to his wife.
They had only been married little
while, few short weeks, and had elect
ed to spend their honeymoon in some of
the quaint corners of England-hence
their journeying thither to this seques-
tered nook among the hills and the far
stretched moorlands in their yelling of
regal purple. The man loved it al
ready, with the artist love which sees
the beautiful SO quickly and feels it so
strongly; and the woman-well, she saw
the beauties, too, but she was growing
little weary Of pretty sights, and she
was very pretty and spoilt herself, and
perhaps q little jealous of admiration
wasted, which, might have been divert.
ed homeward.
So she stood by the quaint relics of
the abbots and mailed knights at Cover
ham, where two quaint forms guard 4
doorway, as perchance their originals
guarded some stronghold in the old
fighting days long gone, and her white
gown fell over the gray stones and
cleaned against the red and orange
nasturtiums in the garden which sur
rounds the old walls and arches, and
she wondered if her husband had near
ly finished his SKETCH and whether
they would stay at Middleham for a
day or two, or go on further to Wens-
leydale? -.
II am rather tired of admirinp
places" she said to herself, a little i'm
patiently. "And, then, never can re.
member who lived in the castles and
abbeys. How uncomfortable they
must have been!'' .~,>s -...f. -
And then-for she was only a very
young BRIDE, too-she felt sorry for
having been impatient, even in her
thoughts, toward her husband, and
she turned to speak to him with an
even sweeter smile than usual on her
pretty lips. For her husband was a
genius in his way, q thinker and an
author, and everyone had envied her
when she married him, in spite Of her
wealth. i, y
| Ah!s there was a pitiful ring in the
story-poor and nameless, but clever,
beating himself to pieces in his eager
attempt to win fame single-handed;
and; rich and beautiful the woman with
the fairy like figure and exquisite face,
who had given the man her, gold.
And, ah! q more pitiful note still
and the man remember that some one
has once long ago talked Of this very
spot, with its quaint surroundings
and its old-world ,atmosphere, in Hti1e
time th4t might ID ave. been. and III not.
rs He closed his xket book Wi thsssa
sigh, and turned toss the VIII hite-robed
loyeliness Of his wife with aImurmuredi
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