The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1906-01-16

sweeping condemnation as he dses
upon Mr.. Tenants past conduct
/ "Can any Judgment be too severe
upon dishonesty, sir? Clifford scorns,
as do, the thought of money that was
accumulated in dishonor."
"Jane. be silent.' cried Miss Lynch,
starting up, and looking almost angrily
in the girls face. what right have
you to pass these judgments? Have !
brought you up to take this kind of
authority upon yourself? You.-you'
Child, pray for humility-pr for
spirit that can enter into the tempta-
tions Of others. Yes, into their worst
! temptations-into their blacklist sins"
"Aunie, can you be really angry with
me? / was only speaking for Clifford.
I only said Clifford would not care to
hear what my father was, so that he
was only an honest, upright man. Oh,
auntie, feel mrch too happy now t.
be uncharitable to any one"
The simple, unsuspecting words, the
| irresistible joyous voice, melted all
Miss Lynch's brief harshness, if that
indeed could be called harshness, which
was but another form of her intense
and yearning pity over the poor child's
| ignorance so soon to be replaced for
ever by the bitterest knowledge.
MAY God keep you happy, my
child" she whispered; and she kissed
her, not with one of the little affections
she generally remembered to put on
bof wiz IL o1.,4o 81
| fearfully-as she had used to kiss her
when Jane was first given to her
charge. MAY God strengthen you
through all you will have to bearr'
II feel very strong, auntic. 1t seems
to me tonight as if the very worst
sufferings Of life must have some hap
piness in them. When you see my
face again tomorrow you will know at
once how much you have underrated'
my moral courage. l feel that / shall
bear bravely all Mr.. Clithero has to tell
me and be able-though, l must say,
that will be harder-to tell it again to
Clifford on my return. Had / not bet
ter see about that Indian muslin in
town, auntie? Miss Brown says it
can't be bought anywhere but at one
house in the city, and dare say we
should have time to go there when we
have done with Mr.. Clithero."
The strongest emotion land she was
strongly moved tonight could not rem
der Miss Lynch wholly callous to do
nestle interests. After all, Jane might
take the history of her birthright more
calmly than they hoped for; Clifford
Mohun might take it nobly-though her
courage sank as she thought of him
at all events there was no harm in lets
ting the poor child take pattern. 1t
might distract her thoughts to have a
commission to fulfill, and it certainly
was q sin to buy new curtains when
two yards and a half of the original
muslin would replace the shabby
length by the window seat, and make
the whole set look equal to new.
Greatly to the relief of the vicar, who
had all the repugnance of a very re-
fined and rather selfish nature to wit
Messing anything like a scene-espe-
cially a scene in which women were
actors greatly to the relief of the
vicar, Miss Lynch's tears dried as the
prospect of matching the Indian muslin
rose, with cumulative clearness, upon
her mind; and no further recurrence
was made to the inevitable and black
tomorrow, save in arranging by what
train they should go, and at what hour
he should call round in his pony chaise
for Miss Grand.
But when Mr.. Follett had left them
alone, Jane herself renewed the sub
ject.
why did you decide so suddenly
about my going to town, auntie? And
why did you let Clifford leave without
telling him l should be away from
home all tomorrow? He will think it
so strange when he calls as usual and
finds me gone"
Deprived of the wears moral sup
port, and suddenly brought back to
think of the coming evil, Miss Lynch's
nervousness was so great that she
could scarcely speak She faltered out
something about not having clearly un-
derstood Mr.. Clithero's letter till the
vicar had read it to her; and then-and
then-hOw they had thought it better
to have no discussion whatever before
Mr.. Mohun. 1t would spare him a
days painful suspense to have no
knowledge of James business in Lon
don until her return-until all was
over!
"Auntiev' exclaimed Jane, raising
her clear, serious eyes to Miss Lynchs
face, 81 am to hear more tomorrow
than expect. Tell it to me now. /
could bear it best from you.''
You are to hear of your father,
Jane-of his life and of his death. 1t
was his wish that Mr. Clithero should
tell this to youths last wishl Surely
you would not go against that?"
(To be Continued.l
when Not To Tall