Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-03-05
Continued.

People was dumb there; the popular
agitator was but little known. Most
people had an idea that the quiet
sternloolsing occupier OF Rosewalk
was a writer; and they knew that he
could not be well off because his
daughter had to support him by her
eXertions.
This fair, gentle girl whose whole
life was spent In working for others,
who never had time to think OF her
self, was greatly beloved II ever
she had a leisure hour II was spent
in some deed OF charity. She visited
the sick and the sorrowfu; from her
slender.store she helped those who
were In greater need. When means
failed her, when she had neither food
nor money to bestow, she gave kind
words full Of consolation and tender
in their wisdom She worked very
hard. from early morn until dewy eve
She rose with the sun. She had
manuscripts to copy for her father
lessons to arrange, hundred things
to do. II the day had been twice as
long, she could have filled 1t with
pleasant duties. She was beloved by
abby the children whom she taught,
by the parents who employed her, by
every person with whom she had to
deal 1t was not only her fair,
angelic beauty, but her sweet temper
and winsome ways, that won all
hearts
These were the days Of Martin Rays
dccndence, and he could not perhaps
have chosen any spot on earth where
he could have been mere secluded or
more forgotten,
1t was n strange chance that brought
these two sisters so near together, yet
placed them SO far apart The steep
green hill that stood between Abbey
aud Southwood was typical Of the
great barrier Of caste which parted
them. There were times when both
ut the same moment watched the
same skies, yet neither had the least
notion Of the others presence In that
part Of the country,
The summer had been hot and OPP.
pressye. Martin Ray had suffered
much, and II was some relief when
the cool broezes Of autumn came,
They heard casually that Dene Abbey
was filled with visitors, but that any
of the visitors concerned them never
occurred to them. Father and daugh-
ter would not have sat SO quietly
watching the heaying waters had
they known that Leah was SO near
them.
The occupants Of Dene Abbey sci.
dom attended the pretty old Norman
church at Southwood, where Iettie
sang so sweotly and so clearly. There |
was n church nearer to them called St |
Bnrbauld's. which stood In the center
of the village near the sea But Sir
Basil liked Southwood best, He adj |
mlred the quaint Old Norman church,
with It's square tower and fine arches, |
Through the windows one could see
the tall entrees; and Sir Basil said |
that moro devotional thoughts came |
TO him there than In any other place
so one Sunday morning, whom the
whole patty went over to ST Bar
haud's Sir Basil went through the
woods, climbed the steep hill, and
descended the beautiful grassy
slopes, until he reached the cid Non. /
man church where his tate awaited |
him, lie mover forgot one detail
the green churchynrd the row az cln
trees chat seemed 60 shut II III from
the world the old fashioned swdlal.
near which tau sunllowers Grow. the
golden hozr that hlicd the mir outside,
and tho deeo shadows Within
The rector read tbo prayers and
said few words to the people
simple honest words that went homo
to eyrr4 heart and lelt an impression
there Whom The clear earnest voice
ceased. there was a slight stir In the
oggm-lgtt aHd thon II dead silence.
What broke IT, ! oloar sweet voice
which SIR BASH never fuEut singing
i solo in a Grand old anthem. every
word OF which was distinct and aud
ihlc beautiful words, well matched
with the dne music aud the angelic
voice He listened in wonder; he had
ll'NlN sunny w WV. lill'HN N''fF-'#fN ~
Italy and sumo OF the arnndest music
IN the world, but nothing like this
clear sweet and pathetic, at times
sounding MS though Il were fun OF
tears and again iuhtlaut and ringing
He was not soutimcntah and HAT
tered himself that he tool, 4 practical
view Of most things; but as he
listened he thought to himsclt:-
THAT must he how the angels
sing"
lie looked up into the organlott
from which the sound came, and there
he saw a picture that was photo
graphed ON his brain for ercrmore A
tall. slender girl stood In the midst
Of the choir In n dress Of pale blue
girl With n face SO fair So rapt 50
sernphic that II awed and hewitt
dcred him She was singing not to
the people, who listened with hated
breath--not to him, whose eyes never
moved from her face. Her head was
slightly appraised. her face upturned.
1Ipr thoughts had pierced the old