Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1900-02-23
Sir John Kynaston is the lay rector"
Yes" Vera looked a little startled:

d you know HING"
Slightly"
1T is a pity he cannot be brought to
see how necessary it is, for he certainly
ought to do it," continued Vera. 'You
see 1 cannot help being interested in it
because Mr.. Daintrec is such Il good
man, and has worked 80 hard to get up
money TO begin the rest of the church.
lie had quite counted upon the chancel
being done, and now he is so much dis
appointed; but, l beg your pardon, this
cannot interest YOU"
But it interests me very much. Why
does not somebody put it in this light to
Sir John; he would not surely refuse"
MY brother-in-law MIR. Daintrcc. /
mean. did ask him last night. and he
would not promise to do anything"
The stranger suddenly left her side and
walked up the church by himself into the
chanccl. He went straight up TO the cast
end and made i minute examination ap-
parcntly of the wall; after that, he came
slowly down again, looking carefully into
every corner and Granny. Vera thought
him a very odd person, mt wondered
what he was thinking about.
lie came back to her and stood before
her looking ut her for n minute. And
'uel ne m:tue lnlS most remarkable
speech:
IF you We're to ask Sir John Kynaston
this he would restore the chancel!' he
said.
For half Il second Vera stared ut him
in blank amaZcment. Then she turned
%haughtily round, and flushed hotly with
angry Indignation.
"Ihcrc is nothing more to SEQ in tho
\ cl1Ilf.h Shn Sni1 chn,.t1S- nnJ xv,11.n1
straight out of it.
The stranger had followed her: when
they reached the churchyard he said to
her. quite lumbly:
II beg your pardon, Miss Ncvill; how
unlucky am to have made You angry,
10 begin with"
Vera looked at him in astOnishmcnt.
How did he know her name: who WAS
Then. before she could answer him.
she SAW her brotllcr-in-law over the pal
ing of tho vicaragc garden. The stran-
ger saw him, too. and lifted his hat to
her.
Good by he said. rather hastily; II
did not mean to offend you: don't he an
CRY about it, and. before she could say
a word. he turned quickly down the
churchyard and was gone.
"Ncra." said Eustacc Daintrcc. com
ing lcisurcly mp to her. ..how on earth do
You come to he talking to Sir John:,
Who was it:' cried Vera. aghast.
why. Sir John Kynlston. In he sure.
Did you not know it WAS hc:'
She was thundcrstruck. Are You quite
%S,irc:" she filtercl.
why. of course. ] saw him only last
night. you know. What did he saw to
Non. Vera: How came you to be talking
10 hing pursued her brothcr-in-law.
Il only let him into the church. | did
not know who he was. l told him the
%cllanccl ought TO he rrStorcd-by linn
SELF
Eustacc Daintrcc looked dismaycd.
"How very unfortunate. 1t will. per-
haps. make him still more decided TO do
nothing
Vera smiled a little to herself. II hone
not. Eustace." was all she said. But al
though she said no wore of it to him.
She knew at her heart that his cl,anccl
would be restored for him.
Late that night Vera sat alone by her.
tircsidc. and thought over llcr mornings
adventure: and once again She said to
herself. with Il little regrctful sigh.
Whose. then. was the Photographic"
But she put the thought away from hcr.
After all. she said to herself, it made
no difference. He was still Sir John
Nynaston of kynaston Hall. and lust as
we'll worth a woman's while to marry.
She had made some mistake, that was
all; and the real Sir John was not the
least romantic or interesting to look Mt.
but KynaSton Hall belonged to him. ali
the same.
\ week later Sir John Kynaston SAT
alone by his library after breakfast, and
owned to himself tat he had fallen
hopclcsSly and hclplcssly in love with
Vera Ncvill.
This was AN the more remarkable be-
cause Sir John was not a very younp
man. and that he was, moreover, NOT of
n nature to do things rashly or impul-
sivcly.
He had come down to Kynaston to
hunt: but hitherto hunting had been very
little in Ills thoughts. He had been down
to the ViciraSe once or twice: he had met
her once i'll the lanes. and lie had longed
for Il glimpse of her daily: as vet he had
done nothing else. He opened his letters
on this particular morning slowly and
abstractedly.
There was one from his brother. II
wish you would ask me dow to Kynas-
ton for a week or two, old fellow. /
'ho"iu iNS II SiiIllSc u luS Olu country.
Write and tell me ii / shall come down
on Monday"
This letter Sir John did pay attention
to. He rose hastily, as though not a mo-
mcnt was to be lost, and answered it:
Dear Manricc--l can't possibly have
You down here yet. My plans are very
uncertain. and il you are going to take
Your leave after Christmas you had far
better not go away from YOU work now.
Ii | am still here in January, / shall be
delighted If YOU will come down."
He was happier when he had written
and directed his letter.
II must be alone just now,' he muir
INJURED. Il could not bear Maurice's
chattcr-it would jar upon me-"
CHAPTER v.
About three miles from Hyde Park
Corner, somewhere among the crossroads
between Mortlakc and Kew, there stands
a rambling, old-fashioned house known
as Walpole Lodge, within about four
acres of garden, surrounded by q very
high, nd brick wall. Here, winter and