Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-01

had seen from the readers desk In the re-
fectory, until there was many good BROTH
er who got neither bit nor sup. 90 stricken
were they by his strange tales.
II would fafn know, father asked the
young man. what there may be at the end
of the world7"
There are some things" replied the abb
bot gravely. into which 1t was never In
tended that we should inquire. But you
have long road before you. Whittier VIII
you first turn
indeed an ungodly and violent man there Is
the more need that should seek him out
and see whether cannot turn him to better
waya.'
The abbot shook his head. serhe Socman
of Minstead hath earned an evil name over
the country side. he said IF you must go
to him, see at least that he doth not turn
YOU from the narrow path upon which you
keeping, and Godward should you ever look
in danger and in trouble Above all, sfun
the snares of women, for they are ever set
for the foolish feet of the young. kneel
down. my child, and take an old man 8
blessing
Alleyne Edricson bent his head while the
abbot poured out his heartfelt supplication
that Heaven would watch over this young
soul, now going forth into the darkness and
danger of the world. 1t was mere form
for either OF them. To them the outside life
of mankind did indeed seem to be one of
violence and sin, beset with physical and
too, was very near to them in those days.
Gods direct agency was to be seen in the
thunder and the rainbow, the whirlwind
and the lightning. To the believer. clouds
of angels and confessors and martyrs,
armies of the sainted and the saved, were
ever STOPPING over their struggling brethren
upon earth, raising, encouraging and sup
porting them. 1t was then with lighter
heart and a stouter courage that the young
man turned from the abbot's room, while
the latter. following him to the stair-head,
finally commended him to the protection of
the holy Julian, patron of travellers.
( Underneath, In the porch of the abbey, the
monks had gathered TO give him last God
speed Many had brought some parting
token by which he should remember them.
There was Brother Bartholomew with a
crucifx of rare carved ivory, and Brother
Luke with a whfte-backed psalter adorned
with golden bees, and Brother Francis with
the Staying of the Innocents" most dafnt-
lily set forth upon yel1um. All these were
duly packed away deep in the traveller 8
scrip, and above them old pippin-faced
Brother Athanasius had placed a parcel OF
simnel bread and rammel cheese, with a
small flask of the famous blue-sealed abbey
wine. So, amid hand-shakings and laugh
ings and blessings, Alleyne Edricson turned
his back upon Beaulieu.
At the turn of the road he stopped and
gazed back. There was the widespread
building which he knew. so well. the abbot 8
house. the long church, the eleisters with
their line of arches, all bathed and mel
lowed in the evening sun. There, too. was
the broad sweep of the river Exc. the old
stone well, the canopied niche of the Virgin,
and in the center of all the cluster of white
robed figures who waved their hands to
young mans eyes. and he turned away upon
his journey with heavy heart and a chok-
ing throat.
CTo be continued tomorrow)