The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-04-09
A GROWN OF FAITH



skirt in one hand and passed. like ghost
IN the mOOnbeams, across the dusty road,
stepped lightly over the low stile. and
then Leila saw her figure receding swiftly
in the moonbeams Miss Leigh stood
spellbound. watching her.
Can it be a dream-an hallucination?"
she asked. passing her hand over her eyes
IF L should mention what 1 have seen.
| should be laughed at as a visionary.
But what look that woman gave me
cold, defiant, wicked She is a terrible
woman, | am certain OF it. Poor crea-
ture her head was hurt: it was bleeding.
Ought / to follow her and offer her as
sistance? No; she deiied me- Her looks
said to me plainly: Speak to me-recog-
nize me at your peril. . She must have
marvellous strength. A woman not young
Mrs. Wycherly must be fifty-ive-to
rise UP stately and defiant, cold and i'm
placable. while bleeding from a wound in
the head, and cross the road and take her
way across those damp, dewy fields.
should be afraid to follow her ~
And il was true, there had been con-
centrated look of wrath on the face of
Mrs. Wycherly, which had terrified the
susceptible, sensitive Leila. The look
said Speak 10 me, or question me, at
your peril :" as plainly as ever look
expressed a sentiment.
Leila turned her face resolutely toward
Woodmancote, and she walked along the
road, without meeting with anything or
anybody TO cause her fear.
When she rang the bell at the great
gate the entrance 10 st. Martha's, her
heart beat thankfully that shelter and
safety were hers once more. She found
her way TO her own chamber. where she
was joined by her friend. Miss Gregson,
to whom she gave a graphic account OF
her adventure.
MY dear child, you must be mistaken
IL am not, Miss Gregson. IL ever I
saw Mrs. Colonel Wycherly in church.
rustling in brocade and splendid in costly
lace, cold, statuelike, naughty, as she al
ways appears in public, l saw her this
night bonnetless, her hair streaming to
her waist, and bleeding from cut in her
temple"
1T was some woman from a caravan OF
waxworks, or giants and dwarfs, or lern-
ed mice-some caravan on its way to
Crawley Fair That screaming you
| heard was when her husband quarreled
| with her. and struck her. Then he ran
away, and she went and sat down by the
roadside. That's the whole story
MY dear friend, you are not in gen
eral so practical; you ordinarily see a
romance in every adventure. Why will
you not believe me when | declare upon
my honor that 1 saw Mrs Wycherly sit
ting by the roadside to-night?'
ITO tell you the truth, Leila" said
| the English governess, seating herself and
putting her small, white hands together
| firmly, Il never can see anything roman
| tic or interesting about those Wycherlys
| think them the most uninteresting, stu
Did people in the county. Whatever pos
sessed a young man of your brothers tai
emit to bury himself alive at Wycherly
| Hall as tutor to that slly-looking. white
| faced boy, whom they say is TO inherit all
the fortune, l can't for one moment i'm
agine. Sometimes l think he is idiot
enough to believe himself in love with
that imp of a girl, Ella Wycherly, al
though she has the manners of a squirrel
rather than of lady. climbing trees az
the risk of her neck-a saucy, forward,
pert little creature
Miss Gregson's mild. blue eyes flashed !:
Leila looked at her in amazement.
The colonell," went on Miss Gregson.
SIS the veriest stick-a wooden man.
naughty, and silent as a dumb effigy Of
al officer! His head would make an ex-
cellent signboard for an inn. if some
village craftsman who paints stays and
bulls heads would take his likeness As
| for the woman-bahl what is she fit for,
except to wear lace, and velvet, and jew
els, and look round on all the word as
| if they were made of something inferior
| tell you | hate the Wycherlys. Nothing
so interesting or romantic would ever
happen TO her as that she should have
her temple cut open. and her hair-her
own, too-should fall in a cloud to her
waist, and she should sit at the roadside
at night, weeping. No. her hair is al
ways bound up tightly, depend upon il
and | don't believe she ever sat out in
the moonbeams on summer night in her
life. She would think she compromised
her dignity"
Miss Gregson's voice trembled with
passion. Leila looked at her in amaze
ment still more profound. What was the
reason for all this temper? Eliza Greg
son was in general mild and quiet, her
fervors were of the romantic kind She
might sometimes wax enthusiastic about
fictitious characters, but never about real
ones, unless-unless, and Leila began 10
recall two or three occasions on which
| the quiet English teacher had waxed
warm and fervid and excitaole; but al
ways one person was concerned, remotely
or nearly, with Miss Gregson's display OF
feeling-one person, Leila's brother
Lionel Yes, Leila saw it all. During the
months when Lionel had taught languages
lat st. Martha's, the little English teacher
had fallen head-over-ears in love with
him. Hence her warm and really sincere
friendship for Leila hence her conviction
that Lionel was the heir to sounding
title and large estates.
Miss Gregson declared that she haC
found clue, though she would not revea
it to Leila and she said that, when she
had well followed up this clue. she would
prove Lionel 10 be an earl in his owl
right. Leila looked at her pityingly.
my dear Eliza, i believe that Lione
is in love with that Miss Wycherly," she
said softly; "and it is, of course. foolisl
of him. / do not suppose she will ever
care for him, and in time, | suppose, h
will see his folly. and forget her"
Forget her." echoed Eliza Gregson
with a sigh. well. | suppose in tim,
he may learn to look back on this foil.
with contempt, but still there will Away!
be a feeling, a romance, an interest
Thackeray says that mans first love i
never forgotten-that, with his wife b.
his side, and his children clamberinl
about his knees, he still thinks fondly o
some cold, or foolish, or naughty girl
with a fine pair Of eyes and a pleasan
, voice, and a bright smile, who made
fool of him, or was separated from hin
ever so long ago.
But still be may not think of her yer.
often or veryjpainfully. 1 wonder whom
they mean TO marry her to? Ii is od'
they have adopted that boy. 1t seems sh
is only TO inherit about two thousand
year or so. and that is all the parents
| choice and doing for they might hav