Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-03-29
The Minister'S Wife
By MRS. HENRY WOOD

Dynevor. TITS of no use thinking of
him. Of course girls ought not to be Civ
en- way to under ordinary circumstances
But when 1t comes to this point, that the
girl may be dying, to give way may be
nothing less than a duty"
Let her see him then, and have done
with it," spoke the canon sharply.
Miss DynevOr was surprised at the con-
cession, but fastened to repeat 1t to Mary.
1t made her pale and agitated.
Il shall write a short epistle to his
chambers in Pump Court and let it await
him there" said Miss Dynevor. "No
doubt he will call here as soon as he
reads it."
Mind, aunt, must see him alone"
said Mary, a strangely heightened color
lighting her wan cheek.
You need not fear that any of us will
covet to be present; we are not so fond
Of him." retorted Miss Dynevor.
She sent the "epistle" to Pump Court
1t lay there for some little time. Charles
was on the Home Circuit, and when its
business was over, he turned to Great
Whitton to spend a day or two with his
mother and sister, who were staying at
Avon House. But he lost no time in
obeying the summons, when he was back
in London.
Mary received him alone, as she had
wished. She sat back upon the large, old
fashioned sofa In the drawing room, her
head supported by a pillow. Charles was
shocked to observe the change in her, and
thought she must be dying.
NO." she said to him after they had
spoken for some time, II am not dying.
They think, at least they say, that. when
once my mind is at rest, when we shall
have parted for good, suspense exchanged
for certain misery, that l shall begin to
get well again. 1t may be So"
Her head lay passively upon his shout
der and they had just settled themselves
into this most interesting position, when
the door opened with a crash, and in
marched the subdean. Mary's head started
back to its pillow; Charles stood up, fold.
ed his arms, and looked fearlessly at the
intruder.
$50 you are here again, sir?"
BY appointment, DIR. Dynevor. And
am grieved to see what do see. She
is surely dying"
"You think so, do your" cried the
canon. Perhaps you imagine you could
save her lifeW
AT any rate I would try to save It, Il
l were allowed. What is your objection
to me, sir2" he hastily added, his tone
one of sharp demand. my connection,
are unexceptionable and many a brief
less barrister has risen In time to tht
woolsack."
Il am glad you have the modesty K
acknowledge that you are briefess."
Il did not acknowledge it, and I an
not briehess," returned Charles. ~ hav,
begun to get on"
DIR. Dynevor looked at his daughter
Would you patronize this sort of get
ting onT" asked he.
There was a strange meaning In hi
tone, which struck on Mary's ear. Sh,
rose in agitation. her hands clasped
Papa, would risk 1t. Oh, papa, If 70,
would only let me, would risk it ana
trust it,"
IF you choose to risk it and trust /
you mary do So" responded the subdean
coolly; "and that is what have COM
in to say. But, recollect, 1 wash m,
hands of the consequences. When yol
shall have gathered all kinds of embar
easements about you" he added, turning
to Charles, don't expect that you are t,
come to me to help you out of them. 1
you two wish to make simpletons of your
selves and marry, go and do it. But un
derstand that you will do It with you
eyes open, Mr.. Charles Baumgarten."
The subdean strutted out of the room
and Charles caught the girl to him, 70
he thought she was fainting.
"How good he is to us - gasped tn
young man in the revulsion of feelin
which the decision brought him.