The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-27
BY GRANT ALLEN.

titled TO be-" I forget how many
pounds or ounces. or pennyweights.
These details OF assays have ceased -
interest me; like the man who didn't
believe in ghosts" / have seen too
many of them.
The fresh faced little curate and his
wife, however, were quite different
people. He was a cricketing Oxford
man; she was breezy Scotch lass.
with a wholesome breath of the High
lands about her. l called her white
Heather" Their name was BrabaZon
Millionaires are so accustomed TO be
ing beset by harpies Of every descrip-
ton that when they come across a
young couple who are simple and nat
ural they delight in the purely human
relation. We picnicked and went On
excursions great deal with the houev-
mooners. They were so frank I'm their
young love, and so proof against chaff
that We all really liked them But
whenever I called the pretty girl
white Heather" she looked so shocked
and cried: "Oh. Mr. Wentworth Still
we were the best of friends. The curate
offered to row us in a boat on the lake
one day, while the Scotch lassie as
sured up she could take an oar almost
as well as he did. However. we did not
accept their offer. as rowboats exert
an unfavorable influence upon Amelia s
digestive organs.
Mice young fellow, that man Bra
baZon," Sir Charles said TO me one day.
as we lounged together along the quay;
never talks about advowsons or next
presentations. Says he's quite content
in his country curacy; enough to live
upon. and needs no more; and his wife
has a little, a very little. money.
purpose to test him. These parsons
are always trying to screw something
out of one for their poor; men in my
position know the truth of the saying
that we have that class of the popula-
ton always with us. Would you be
lieve 1t, he says he hasn't any poor at
all in his parish? They're Iaborers.
and his one terror is that somebody
viii come and try to paupeTize them.
If a philanthropist were TO give me
$50 today for use at Empingham, he
said. I assure you. Sir Charles.
shouldn't know what 10 do with it. I
think I should buy new dresses for
Jessie, who wants them about as much
as anybody else in the village-that is
to say. not at all There's parson for
you, Sey, my boy. Only wish we had
one of his sort at Seldom"
He certainly doesn't want to get
anything out of you" l answered.
That evening at dinner queer little
episode happened. The man with the
eyebrows began talking to me across
the table in his usual fashion, full OF
his wearisome concession on the Upper
Amazons l was trying to squash him
as politely as possible, when L caught
Amelia's eye. Her look amused me.
She was engaged in making signals To
Charles at her side to observe the lit
tie curate's curious sleeve links.
glanced at them, and saw at once they
were a singular possession for so un-
Obtrusive a person. They consisted
each of a short gold bar for one arm
of the link fastened by a tiny chain
of the same material 10 what seemed
10 my tolerably experienced eye-a first
rate diamond. Pretty big diamonds
too, and of remarkable shape, brillian-
cy, and cutting. In a moment / knew
what Amelia meant. She owned a dia-
mond riviere, said to be of Indian orr
gin, but short by two stones for the
circumference Of her tOlerably ample
neck. Now, she had, long been want
ing two diamonds like these to match
her set; but, owing to the unusual
shape and antiquated cutting of her
two gems. she had never been able to
complete the necklet, at least without
removing an extravagant amount from
much larger stone of the first water
| The Scotch lassie's eyes caught
| Amelia's at the same time, and she
broke into a pretty smile of good hui
mored amusement Taken in another
person, Dick, dear" she exclaimed, in
| her breezy way, turning TO her hus-
band. Lady Vandrift is observing
your diamond sleeve links"
They're very fine gems" Amelia OBJ
served incautiOusly. "a most unwise
admission if she desired to buy them.)
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