Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-02-01

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MY Dear Mother-I Cancelled my
promise of giving the living to Baumgar-
ten at Grace's request. She wrote to me
posthaste some days ago, telling me there
we're reasons why Baumgarten would be
utterly unfit to hold Great Whitton, and
begging me to bestow it upon any one
other than upon him. That is all / know
YOU must ask an explanation of Grace.
Of course, | assumed she was writing for
YOU. 1t Is settled now and too late to
change back again. Elliotsen will do very
well in the living l dare say. AS to his
wife wanting to turn and twist him to at
tempt foolish things in the church, as you
seem to fear, | think it hardly likely. II
she does, he must put her down. Ever
your loving son,
HENRY"
Eyes, l did write to Henry, mamma
| did ask him not to give the living to
Mr.. Baumgarten," avowed Grace, with
passionate emphasis, when questioned, her
cheeks aAame, for the subject excited and
tried her. MY reason was that l con
slider him an unfit man to hold it,"
why, 1t was at your request that l
asked Henry to give it to Mr.. Baumgar-
ten; you let me have no peace until l
consented" retorted Lady Avon.
but, after reflection, | came to the
conclusion that | ought not TO have press
ed it, that he ought not to have it, and
would not do 1t; and the shortest way to
mend the matter was by writing to Harry.
That's ALL"
Lady Avon glanced keenly at her daugh-
ter. She was mentally asking herself
what it ell meant-the burning face, the
tone sharp as knife and telling of
pain, the caprcious conduct in regard to
the preferment. But she could not tell
she might have her suspicious, and very
ridiculous suspicious, too, not at all to be
entertained; but she could not tell.
Il am sorry that a daughter of mine
should have condescended to behave so
YOU best know what motive prompted it,
Grace. To bestow a living and then
snatch it away again in caprice is sheer
chid's play. 1t will be a cruel blow to
Ryle Baumgarten."
A cruel blow it was. Lady Avon turn
ed TO her desk after speaking these words
to her daughter, and began note to the
young clergyman, feeling very much hum
bled in mind as she wrote 1t. In the most
plausible way she could, a lame way at
best, she apOlogized for the mistake which
had been made adding she hardly knew
whether 1t might be attributed to her son,
to herself, or to both. and pleaded for Mr..
Baumgartens forgiveness. This note she
dispatched by her fOotman to Wilton
cottage.
MI. Baumgarten CHANGED to be stand
ing in the houses little hall as the man
| approached. He received the note from
! him.
as there any answer to take back,
sir? My lady did not say"
81 will Sc" replied Mr.. Baumgarten.
Sit down, Robert"
Shutting himself into his study, he
opened the note. For few happy mo-
ments-if moments of suspense ever can
be happy-he INDUCED in vision that
all might still be right; that the note was
to tell him so. 1t was short, filling only
one side of the paper, and he stood while
| he read it.
Before he had quite come to the end,
before he had well gathered in its pur
port, a shock, singular in its effects,
struck Mr.. Baumgarten. Whether his
breath stopped. or the circulation of his
heart stopped, or the coursing of his
pulses stopped he could not have told, but
he sank down in a chair powerless, the
letter falling on the table from his nerve
less hand. A strange, beating movement
stirred him inwardly, his throat was gasp
ing, his eyelids were huttering, sick
| faIntness had seized upon him.
But that he struggled against it with
desperate resolution, he believed he should
have tainted. Once before he had felt
something like this, when he was an I'M
dergraduate at Oxford, and he had been
rowing against time to win a match. They
said then, those around him, that he had
Oyer-exercised his strength. But he had
not been exercising his strength now, and
lie was far worse this time than he had
| been then.
He sat perfectly still, his arms support
ed by the elbows of the chair, and recov-
cred by degrees. After bit, he took up
Lady AvOn's note to read it more fully,
and then he knew and realized that all,
TO which he had been so ardently looking
| forward, was at an end
'Her ladyship's notice does not require
an answer, Robert" he said with appar-
ent GOODNESS. How is she to-day?"
| Mlddllng, SIT. one seemed much up
set this morning, Charity told us, by a
letter she got from his lordship in Lon
don," added Robert. Good day, sir"
Mr.. Baumgarten nodded in answer. He
stood at the door looking out, apparently
watching the man away. The sun was
shining In Ryle Baumgarten's face, but
the sun which had been latterly shining
on his heart, Illuminating it with colors
of the brightest and sweetest fancy-that
sun seemed to have set forever.
CHAPTER V.
| The Hon. and Rev. Wilfred Elliotsen
l took passession Of the living Of Great