El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1901-01-18
BY THE LYCH GATE ;
A Story of One Who Married For
Wealth and Beauty.
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There is a valley amid the York
| shire hills known as Coverdale. from
whose slopes. long years ago, came
pious Miles, who translated the Bible
| and who was called by the simple foil
Miles of Coverdale. after the place OF
his birth.
Very calm and peaceful the little dale
lies under the shadow of the great
hills, whose submits are purple in the
sweet summertide with their royal
mantle of fragrant heather and where
the curlew and the golden plOver's
cry alone break the gentle stiffness
that rests over the little world beyond
the haunts of restless activity and hur-
rying life.
There is no railway in quiet Cover
dale, no town to which the country
folk may wend their way. no shops save
the wonderful village emporium, where
everything in a very small way may be
detained, but where few fashions come
II startle the gayer minded of the
maidens. or strange new devices in
neckties to dazzle the vision of the
country lads.
To peep into the world necessitates a
journey under the shelter of the lone
hillsides. along bonny lanes. intwined
with pink and creamy tinted honey
suckle, and green with waving ferns
past the quaint inn, whose sign is a
famous but long ago race horse, called
in the canny Yorkshire tongue the
Lady Bah. and, finally, across the moor
into horse loving Middleham, where
are people and shops. and many inns
with curiously painted signposts-the
Black Swan and its brother, the White
Swan, and many others too.
But down in Coverdale there is q
beautiful old church, set like a jewel
in its surrounding of stately trees and
blossOming hedges. with the quiet
greenness of Gods acre lying stretched
about it, and the singing of natures
choristers in the sweet air around-a
place of peacefulness and repose, where
earth's burdens may fall from one for
a little space and heavens benson light
softly on such of it's children as stay to
pray and think awhile.
There is a 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 dalespeople-a squire
of the olden days. who loved his home
and his neighbors and his God full
well. I think, and sought to beautify
the church in which he and his had
so long.
And down the fair avenue Of trees
within the precincts and past the quiet
church lie the remains of what was
once the proud abbey of Coverdale,
where the monks said masses and cul-
tivated their garden and tended the
souls and bodies Of the poor and needy
in the dale.
1t is beautiful spot in a beautiful
and so thought a man
who viewed it lovingly and pointed out
Ill its changeful lights and shadows
ind all its pretty peeps Of field and
liver to his wife.
They had only been married a little
while, few short weeks, and had
elected to spend their honeymoon in
ome Of the quaint corners of England;
fence their jOurneying thither to this
equestered nook among the hills and
he far stretched moorlands in their |
'eiling Of regal purple. The man loved !
already with the artist love which |
ees the beautiful so quickly and feels |
SO strongly, and the woman-well, |
rowing little weary Of pretty sights,
nd she was very pretty and spoiled her
elf and perhaps a little jealous of ad-
liration wasted which might have
cen diverted homeward.
So she stood by the quaint relics of
ne abbots and mailed knights at Cow
rdale. where two quaint forms guard
doorway as perchance their originals
uarded some stronghold In the old
Shting days long gone. and her white
own fell over the gray stones and
leaned against the red and orange
asturtiums in the garden which sur
FUNDS the old walls and arches. and
ne wondered II her husband had near
finished his sketch and whether they
,ould stay at Middleham for a day or
70 or go on farther to Wensleydale
II am rather tired of admIring Places"
lie said to herself a little impatiently,
md. then. ] never can remember who
Ved In the castles and abbeys. How
they must have beenw
And then-for she was only very
'ung bride. toO-she felt sorry for
wing been impatient. even in her
oughts. toward her husband. and she
rned to speak to him with an even
veeter smile than usual OH her pretty
Is. for her husband was a genius in
s way. thinEer and an author. and
cry one ha' pnvied her when she
arried him iIi spite of her wealth.
All. there was a pitiful ring in the
Dry-poor and nameleSs. but clever;
ating himself to pieces in his eager ,
tempts to win fame single handed, ,
ID rich and beautiful the woman with ,
q fairyiike figure and exOuiSite face