The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1909-07-04

Captain Brown had some business In
nedghboring town and used to go
there every morning by the railroad.
CRAWFORD society did not approve OF the
railroad. had kept the station as Tar
away from the village as 1t could and
patronized II a. little as possible. That
the Captain rode on the railroad twice
day was another thing against his
gentility. When . real live Earl
whose life the Captain had once saved
In battle came to visit him and actual
~ stayed over night, the railroad bus
mess was partially condoned. But the.
railroad habit and the Dickens habit
were to be the Anal undoing Of the
poor Captain after all.
One dav all Crawford. genteeI and
vulgar. was thrown into state of
great excitement. The Captain had
been reading n book as he walked to
the station. He looked up just In time
to see q child escape from Its mother
and run on the track before an ap-
preaching train. Springing on the
track the Captain threw the child out
Of harms way. but he himself was
crushed by the engine.
When the tragic news was brought
| to Miss Jenkyns no one was more
prompt in sympathetic action than De-
borah. Matilda, bring me my bonnet
at oncep she cried and flew to the
house of the now wholly orphaned
/
| Gently she broke the awful news to
Jessie Brown and decided with her that
Miss Brown. who could not live much
longer, should be kept in ignorance of
/ her fathers fate. Called away sud
denly on important business" the In.
valid was told. and Miss Brown never
l knew until the hour Of her death.
| which took place soon after, that she
was fatheriess.
| In her last moments somehow she
seemed to know and comprehend and
was not sorrowful. but rather joyful.
that she should soon meet her father
In land where suffering poverty
| would affiict no more. Her only grief
was that she must leave Jessie to COM
| bat the hard fate of life.
Poor Jessie was left penniless, but
Miss Jenkyns took charge of her and
her affairs. as she did of most peoples.
and had set about obtaining for her q
| position as teacher. when there APP
peared IN the village a certain Major
Gordon, On old lover of Jessie's. who
| promptly married her and took her
abroad.
| In the course of time Jessie had a
| daughter, who used to visit Miss Jen-
kyns every summer as long as that Sc
we're but kindly old lady lived, and who,
in fact bore Deborah as one of her
names. Miss Jenkyns often sighed
and shook her head sorrowfully over
| the tragic fate Of the childs GRANDPA
Their. and always referred to the writ
ings of Mr.. Dickens as "The book poor
Captain Brown was killed for read
| ing"
| Cranford's next sensation was piece
OF news announced by the Honorable
MRS Jameson at tea party she gave
to society. When Mrs. Jameson want
| ed to give q party her servants OBJ
jected. and she did not give It. When
1 fhn e. Al 49,
lone she did 1t. The stately Mulliner
and his fellow domestics had decided
upon party and so the ladies' of Gran
ford were regaled with weak tea, with
| skinned milksin It. The cream was
reserved for Mrs. Jainieson's pet
lpoodle. who drank 1t before the faces
4 of the guests who were obliged to
smother their rage ami, at the COM
mand OF Mrs. JAMESON, even to admire
the grateful manner in which Carlo
| Tapped ]it up.
| Mrs. Jamieson's startling piece of
news was that her sister-fn-law, Lady
Gienmire, widow Of her late husbands
elder brother, Lord Glenmire, was
about to make her visit
A real. live Countess! 1t was almost
too much, and society went en- masse
the next day to Mrs. Forresters to con-
suit her copy OF the "Peerage'' ami
discuss how the noble visitor was to be
| addressed.
A number of years had elapsed be-
| tween the time when Captain Brown
| had furnished Crawford with its first
sensation of modern days, and there
| had been some changes in the circle
| OF the elect. Notably, Miss Jenkyns
had passed away and her guiding hand
no longer could be relied upon to lead
| the ladies of the village through social
| complexities. Miss Matty had mourned
1 al tha vxrhN afr Of
| her gentle and loving heart, but bore
her loneliness ana her cross. as she had
born all her disappointments and
crosses In life, with Christian meek
ness and humility of spirit. If she had
| worshipped her sister alive, she adored
las Deborah would have liked 1t DONE"
Deborah not being in the flesh to re-
solve their difficulties. the ladies of
| Crawford appealed to Matty. How
shall we address herr" was the per-
| picking question. "as your, ladyship' or
| just plain your How did you use to
address your cousin, Lady Arley?''
81 am sure I don't know" faltered
Miss Matty. TT is SO long ago since
saw her. I remember we used to
| call Sir Peter, Sir Peter. He used to
| come to see us often. Your Lady
ship-Lady Arley-oh, dear, I have
forgotten! But If Deborah were here,
Deborah would know lana q tear
| triclklej down the sharpening nose of
the kind little old maid.
The Great Crawford Council decided
upon Your Iadyship and sat down to
| await the momentous event of Her
Ladyship's arrival.
Meantime Miss Matty had a sensa-
| ton all her own--a plaintive and yet
| pleasurable one resuscitated from the
lavender and rosemary of her lost
youth.
Some miles beyond the village there
lived upon his ample and ancestral
acres at a place called Woodley. Mr..
Holbrook, a yeoman of the old school.
Everything about Woodley Mr.. Hol-
brook strove to keep as it had been
kept for centuries. The door OF the
hall of the big stone house stood open
all day, and there was no driveway
leading to 1t. You alighted at the
front gate and approached the hospi-
table portal by box-bordered walks
confirming beds Of old-fashioned flowers.
Letters addressed to Thomas Holbrook,
Esq, were always sent back unopened.
He was a plain yeoman as his ia
theirs had been before him. said the
proprietor Of Woodley and no squire,
though many men of fewer acres as
sumed that title in these days. Mr..
Holbrook was Miss Poles cousin, and
had been the hero of Miss Matty's lit1
tie romance of the long ago.
cousin Thomas was not quite
enough the gentleman, suppose, to
suit Deborah" said Miss Pole, in tell
ing the story, land so poor Matty said