The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1907-11-09

even II Il We're true. you should be sorry.
II must be dreadful 20 have your illusions
shattered"
''Ah. 1 never had any said little Miss
Nunsby. somewhat bitterly. Nature AID
my fathers teaching settled that for me -
She shrugged her higher shoulder ever
so slightly as she spoke. Whereupon Vida
rushed at her. the tears yelling promptly
from her eyes
"Ah. cruel. cruel" she crie,i. TO speak
so Of yourself. and TO me-WhO love you
so,"
Little Miss Nunsby held her on a mo-
ment. quivcring between love for her
darling and general contempt FOR the
worlds inequalities
DO you love mel wonder" she said
| thoughtfully. Can anyone love a thing
like me? I would be so happy II / could
only know"
Il shall prove It, un6eliever," cried
Vida. with wet eyes.
oh, you viii get married" said Miss
Nunsby. and then il VIII be- all over-ex-
cept perhaps a cup OF afternoon tea once
fortnight, If you live in the neighbor-
hood"
You shall see-you shall see" answer
cd Vida. II would not for a hundred hus-
bands that anything should come between
as"
The little music teacher clasped her
| frined's hands gratefully enough But in
her heart she said. 1T is not the hundred
husbands, bat the one that I have cause
TO fear"
The entrance Of the authoritative Mrs
Walter IrOngray into the choir OF the
Kirk Of the Hin did not produce all the
effect that good lady intended. Her pre-
cious but too docile son was stiI wor-
ried. Regularly the preoentor gave in his
resignation to the sessions once month
IT their statutory meeting
Still. after all something was effected
by her staid presence. The young men
behind did not pass voice IOzenges
wrapped ia declarations OF affection TO
the girls seated I'm front Of them-which
custom was not only unSeemly IN itself.
but more SO because frequently the bulls
eyes dropped out and rolled ike marbles
of the platform on to the heads Of the
elders sitting beneath.
These venerable and duly ordained men
really ought not TO have been assured
that sugar was Sweet, and So Were
They" The information was as erroneous
as it WAS UnCalled for, and a recurrence
OF the motto on a communion day nearly
led to the abolition OF the choir alto
gether.
But. again after Mrs Walter Irongray
entered the choir, her son was certainly
not annoyed every minute during his ser
mon by some chorister turning round
with a half-concealed yawn TO look at the
clock This was an implied reproach that
the minister could I'll bear Nor did they
whisper so much, neither giggle nor
nudge. nor yet let fan Bibles with clasps
Go not mean that these things actually
ceased. They can only cease when the
earthly praise OF the lower sanctuary
merges into the higher and heavenly.
Still, there was a difference. and a diff
ference, too. on the right side
Jacob ROmer had a pew all 10 himself
in the Kirk of the Hill II was "A square
box-seat and was distinguished from all
others by showing no dogs heads. or
ships, or railway engines. or cariCatures
Of the officiating minister scratched with
a nail on the paint This was because no
boys ever prOfaned that solemn Enclosure
Even at evening service. when the Kirk
was indinerently lighted and the gallery
entirely closed. 1t was never invaded The
very Muirheads. the show bad boys OF
KirktOwn, would have shuddered to think
OF defling g.
From il Jacob ROmer watched over the
minister's theology. the service. and the
he first remarked Vida Bryan's pres
ence in Dick Finnan's seat, and recalled
the girl who had already been POINTED
out TO him by his brother on the way 10
pit No. 3
Thomas always was a foolt' he growI-
ed But nevertheless in his general sur
vey Of the congregation his eyes some
times returned Questioningly to the quar-
ter where Vida sat alone. a little to the
left farther down the church. in Il plain.
uncushiOned pew. For directly behind
her. only the interval Of one seat sep
arating them, sat Mr. Romer's best I'M
derground engineer. Mr.. Ludovic Morris
The autOcTat of the Incubus pits was
woat to eye the young man murkily for
some time. Then his thin lips tWitehed
into the ghost of a smile thin and faded,
indeed, but still a smile. And he added
still thinking OF his brother, And IL
strikes me that Vic Morris is another
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.