The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-02-07

Ike TO sit and think OF the day
gone by she said, "and I very Otter
think of you. When we old people arr
no longer able to employ our time at use
1 full work, we find occupation in recalling
i the past; great pleasure lies in it."
You are not quite old, dear Mrs
Dane"
am not quite fifty yet, my dear, bu
| am old in one sense-that | am CLOSE
upon the end of life. Those who are sc
may surely be called old estimating agt
you see, by the duration of their time
here. And, do you know" she added, II
1 low, loving tones, that when we reach
this stage, we almost long for the fna
change-for the better, brighter life
which is waiting for u.s."
But you must have regrets" sale
Lord Avon
True. All must have them in a de
gree. We cannot help regretting this
world, the only home we have known. II
has not been all sunshine rather, per
haps, one of storm yet we know its best
and its worst, and we are entering one
which we do not know, and so there must
always lie within US a half wish to stay
here longer. And then-and then"
! Mrs. Danes voice sank to a whisper.
She paused.
And then?' he softly whispered
And then Gods loving presence re-
sumes its sway within US with all its re-
assuring comfort, and regrets are lost in
glow of happiness. May it be with
you, my dear, when your own turn shall
come ~
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his throat. Mrs. Danes hand was still
in his; he pressed it gratefully, and there
ensued a silence.
1T must seem hard to you, though, to
leave your children here
Yes, especially Edith 1 have not
seen much of Charlotte since her mar
riage; she is coming down now to stay a
week or two. Edith is married also. 1
feel anxious about Edith I cannot help
fearing that she is not strong; that if
the battle of life should prove fierce, she
will not be able to breast it. She is ~
ing down now. Their income is small,
and they have no residence, as we had"
Let me say a word to you. dear Mrs.
Dane" he Interrupted; 4 used to bring
my secrets to you in the days of yore.
Do You remember one in particular? A
boy got into the pond of Great Wilton.
and was nearly drowned, and 1 had the
credit of having pushed him in, and was
punished for it by Mr.. Dane"
Il remember it well, Henry" she said.
calling him unconsciously by the old ia
miliar name. 1T was Jack Whitaker
just so. Every one fell upon my de-
voted head, reproaching me with being
wicked and cruel youngster, safe to come
to a bad end. took their abuse quietly.
and l took Mr.. Danes punishment
fearful task of Greek, which to me was
punishment in earnest; and when the
thing was all over and done, l whispered
the truth to you one day in your dress
ing room, as you were sewing up a rent
which l had torn in my jacket sleeve
that it was not l who had thrown Whit
taker into the pond. Did you believe
me?"
YES, my dear, did believe you: to me
you were ever truthful. You would not
tell me who it was that threw him in.
though; I recollect that"
IN tell you now. 1t was Jack him
self. he had been at some mischief at
Mr.. Chester's; stealing the apricots, 1
believe; and he was getting away when
he heard hue and cry behind him. In
his terror, for Whitaker was an arrant
he dashed to the side of the
pond, meaning to hide himself among the
PUSHES missing his footing he dashed
right into it. l was standing by and
saw the process. After all, the noise was
not in pursuit of him, but of a bull which
had got loose from Farmer Ulthorn's
field"
''Why did you take the punishment?"
when he foundered out, like a drown
ed rat. 1 helping him, he begged and
implored me not to say that he had jump |
I'd in. l gave him my word l would not. |
That's how it was. Well, you believed |
ne then. dear Mrs. Dane, and know YOU |
will believe me now. You have blamed !
ne in your heart for promising Great
Whitton to Mr.. Baumgarten, and then |
it by bestowing it elsewhere, but |
the fault did not lie with me-"
mo With Lady Avon, perhaps"
"No, no, no she wished Mr.. Baum
,arten to have it. The whole affair was |
he result of an unfortunate mistake. |
committed it, but in unconscious error.
which l and my mother alike regret.
suffer this explanation TO rest quite be- |
ween ourselves, please. l should not
AVE made it but that l cannot bear for
he dear old friend of my boyhood to
hink unkindly of me. l saw Jack Whit
aker the other day" continued Lord
AVON, his tone changing to lighter one
s he rose to depart. We met in Picca-
iny."
How is Jack getting on?'
very well, believe. He has his post
n the Red Tape Office and a good in
ONE from his uncles property. He told
ne he had married a charming girl, ask
d me if l would not go down to see her.
hey live on the banks of the Thames,
omewhere near Richmond"
How long shall you remain here?'
uestioned Mrs. Dane, as she held his
and in parting.
only a few days. l am going into
for some shooting. Give
" love to Edith-if' that's a proper
essage TO d young lady who is married"
e concluded, laughing.
As he was walking homeward, a cler-
yman, walking quickly, met and passed r
i'm A young man, tall and stately, :
hose dark, deep-set, beautiful eyes look
somewhat inquiringly at Lord Avon,
nd the latter knew it must be the Rev.