The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-01-24
CHAPTER II.-fContinued.)

was naturally leHQer, ana TO OrHce, Win
her destinations unconsciousy brought to
bear upon him, dangerously warm. That
he never for one moment had outstepped
the bounds of friendly intercourse Grace
attributed entirely to the self-restraint
imposed by his inferior position; but she
did not doubt he loved her in secret.
While at dinner he told them, jokingly,
as he had told Edith that the parish
wanted him to marry. Lady Avon re-
marked, in answer that he could not do
better parsons and doctors should al
ways be married men.
Yes, that's very right, very true" he
returned in the same testing tone. But
suppose they have nothing to marry
uponY'
But you have something, Mr.. Baum
garten."
Yes l have two hundred a year. and
no residence"
The rectory is rather bad, l believe"
Bad! Well, Lady Avon, you should
see it."
Mr.. Dane ought not to have allowed
1t to get into that state" she remarked,
and the subject dropped.
After dinner Mr.. Baumgarten stood on
the lawn with Grace, watching the glories
of the setting sun. Lady Avon, indoors,
was beginning to doze; they knew better
than to disturb her; this after-dinner
sleep, which sometimes did not last more
than ten minutes, was of great moment to
her, the doctor said.
Mr.. Baumgarten had held out his arm
to Lady Grace in courtesy as they be-
gan to pace the paths, and she took it.
They came to a halt near the entrance
gate, both gazing at the beautiful sky,
their hands partially shading their eyes
from the blaze of sunset, when a little
man dressed in black with a white neck
tie was seen approaching
why, here comes Moore*" exclaimed
Grace.
He was the clerk at the Great Wilton
church. Limping up to the gate, for he
was lame with rheumatism, he stood
there and looked at Mr.. Baumgarten, as
if his business lay with him. But Grace
withdrawing her arm from her compan-
ion, was first at the gate.
beg pardon, my lady, I thought it
right to come up and inform the countess
of the sad news-and I'm glad l did, see
ing you here, sir. Mr.. Chester is gone,
my lady"
"Gone!" exclaimed Grace. "Gone
where?"
"He is dead, my lady-he is dead, sir.
Departed to that bourne whence no trav-
eler returns" continued the clerk, wish
ing to be religiously impressive and be-
iieving he was quoting from Scripture.
Surely it cannot be I" said Mr. Baum
garten.
''Ay, but it is, sir, more's the pity.
And frightfully sudden. After getting
home from afternoon service, he said he
felt uncommonly tired, he couldn't think
why, and that he'd not have his tea till
later in the evening. He went up to his |
room and sat down in the easy chair there |
and dropped asleep. A sweet, TRANQUIL
sleep it was, to all appearance, and Mrs. |
Chester shut the door and left him. But |
after an hour or two, when she sent I'D |
to say he had better wake up for his |
tea, they found him dead. The poor old |
lady is quite beside herself with the sud-
denness, and the maids be running about
all skies and sevens'
Il will go down with you at once.
Moore" said Mr.. Baumgarten.
But you will come back and tell US
and tell us how Mrs. Chester is?" said
Lady Grace, as he was passing through
the gate.
Yes, certainly, if you wish it." he
answered, walking away with so fleet
step that the clerk with difficulty kept up
with him.
81 fancy it must have been on his mind
sir" said he; mot direct perhaps, but
some inkling like of what was about 70
happen. This afternoon, when I'd took
off his surplice in the vestry | went and
TO risr l.
and when | got back into the vestrv TO
LOCK up, l was surprised to see the rector
still there, sitting opposite the outer door,
which stood open to the churchyard.
Don't you feel well,sir said l. oh, yes.
I'm WE'LL he answered, but I'm tired.
We must all all get to feel tired when
the end of our life is at hand, Moore. and
mine has been a long one.' Yes, it has. ,
sir, and a happy one, too l said, thank
Cod With that he rose up from his chair, j
and lifted his hands towards Heaven,
looking up at the blue sky. Thanks be ;
to my merciful Cod he repeated, SOL !
EMMY, in a hushed sort of tone. For +
that, and all the other blessings of nv )
past life on earth, thanks be unto Him = !.
With that, he took his, hat and stick and
walked out to the churchyard" concluded u
the clerk, leaving me a bit dazed as
twere, for l had never heard him talk
like that before; he was not the sort o :
nan to do it."
Within an hour Mr.. Baumgarten was il
pack at Avon House. Lady Grace was n
IT'LL lingering in the garden, in the sum-
ner twilight. He told her in a hushed Ii
roice all he had to tell; of the general
tate of things at the rectory, of poor Mrs. s
Jhester's sad distress. Fl
Mamma is expecting you" said Grace Fl
L broke the news to her but she wants G
o hear more particulars" /
They went into the drawing-room by h
he open doors of the window. Mr.. Baum h
arten gave the best account he could to e.
Iady Avon and then drank cup of tea. al
landing. Still asking questions, Grace o,
assed out again with him to. the open
If, and strolled by his side along the
mooth broad path which led to the en- to
rance gate. When they reached it he
ED out his hand to bid her good evening. [.
he opal sky was clear and beautiful a
lrge star shone in it. SO
Great Whitton is in my brothers gift"
he whispered, as her hand rested in his; m