Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1907-01-19
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miles off, was altogether different at
fair, for the parish there was more arts
tocratic than rustic, and the living was
worth nine hundred a year; Little Whit
ton brought its incumbent in only two
hundred, all told. The livings were both
In the gift of the Earl of Avon, whose
neat WAS near, on the other side of Great
Wilton. The incumbent of Great Whit
ton was an old man, almost past duty ;
the incumbent of Little Wilton was an
able and attractive man scarcely thirty,
the Rev. Ryle Baumgarten. Therefore,
little wonder need be expressed If some
OF the Great Whitton families ignored
their old rector and came to listen to the
eloquent Mr. Baumgarten.
A small, open carriage, the horses driv-
en- by boy, waited at the church door.
The boy was in a crimson jacket and
velvet cap, the position livery of the
Avon family. The sweeping seat behind
was low and convenient; therefore, when
two ladies emerged from the church, they
stepped into 1t unassisted The one look
ed s0out fifty years of age, and walked
slowly; the other was a young lady OF
exceeding fairness with somewhat haugh-
ty features and naughty eyes, blue as the
summer sky. The boy touched his horses
and drove on.
HE surpassed himself to-day, Grace
began the elder lady.
II think he did, mamma
but it is long way to come-for me.
/ can't venture out In all weathers. If
we had him at Great Whitton, now, |
could hear him every Sunday.
well, mamma, nothing Is more easy,
observed the younger, bending down to
adjust something In the carriage, that her
sudden heightening of color might pass
unnoticed. 1T is impossible that Mr..
Chester should last long, and you could
get Henry to give him the living"
"Grace, you talk like a child. Valua-
Bile livings are not given away so easily /;
neither are men without connections in
Baumgarten had any connections he
does not speak of his family. No; the
most sensible plan would be for Mr..
Chester to turn off that muff of curatc,
and take on Baumgarten in his stead"
The young lady threw back her head.
'Rectors don't give up their preferments
to subside into curates, mamma"
Unless it is made we'll worth their
WHILE" returned the elder in matter
of-fact tone; "and old Chester might
make 1t worth Mr.. Baumgarten's."
"Mr. Chester ought to retire. For my
part, l cannot imagine how these old
clergy can persist in remaining in their
livings."
The clergy must grow old as well as
other people, my dear"
II am not speaking of age so much as
of failing faculties"
The young lady received no answer to
this, and they went along in silence.
Mamma !" she exclaimed, when they
were about mile on the road, I'VE never
called to inquire after Mrs. Dane. |
shall go back again. James, when you
come to the corner, drive down the lane
and go back to the cottage"
You might have consulted me first,
Grace" grumbled the Countess of Avon.
And why do you choose the longer way
round by the lane?"
THE lane is shady mamma, and the
afternoon sunny; to prolong our drive
will do you good"
Lady Grace laughed as she spoke, and
1t would have taken one deeper in pene-
tration than the Lady Avon had ever beer
to divine that all had been done with a
preconcerted plan that when her daugh
ter drove from the church door she hat
fully intended to proceed part of the way
home, and then go back again. Lad,
Grace Carmel had rather a strong will
which had been fostered by indulgence
for she was an only daughter.
Another of the congregation had lief
the church by different door. 1t was {
young lady of two or three and-twenty
she had less beauty than lady Grace
but a far sweeter countenance. Sh.
crossed the churchyard, and opening on
of its gates found herself in marrow
sheltered walk, running through a corne
of Wilton Wood 1t was the neares
way to her home, Wilton Cottage.
few PAGES within it, she stoo.
against tree, turned and waited; he
lips parted hera cheek flushed and he
hand was laid upon her beating heart
Was she expecting any one to Join her
Little doubt of it; and that it was on
all too dear to her the signs betrayed
The ear Of love Is strangely fine, and she
Edith Dane, bent her ears to listen wit
the first sound of approaching footsteps
she walked hurriedly on. Would she b
caught waiting for him? No, no. rattle
she would hide herself forever than be
tray aught of the deep love that lay i
her heart for the Rev. Ryle Baumgarter
1t was Mr.. Baumgarten who was FOL
lowing her he sometimes chose the nea
way home, too; a tall, graceful man, wit
pale, classic features, and luminou
brown eyes set deeply; but in his fac
might be seen somewhat of irresolutior
He strobe on and overlook Miss Dane.
How fast you are walking, Edith
She turned her head with the pretties
air of surprise possible, her cheeks brigh
with loves rosy fush ''Oh--is it 70,
Mr.. Baumgarten? / was walking fas