Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-02-06
Her hands were clasped tightly To-

1t Is your duty to CO..
How beautiful she looked with the
sunlight on her hair, the inspiration
lin her eyesl .4
"There Is only one consideration that
would induce me to 60" said the Rev.
Ronald with decision.
"Janet," he cried, twill you be miner
Will you make me the happiest OF
!men?"
The words pouring from his lips had
strangely familiar sound. and, alas,
1t was with a strangely familiar pang
that Mr.. Marble listened to her answer.
When 1t was all over and he had de-
jectedly picked up his hat for the sec
ond time that morning, janet walked
with him to the gate he had opened so
hopefully half-hour ago.
am so sorry" she faltered, as he
fingered In spite Of himself at the
wicket. ST wish I could help you with
that great work !" There was ring Of
genuine missionary regret in her voice
"You must see for yourself how impos-
sible 1t is ~
IOOT MT. MuTUlt, iOOhhB ~ hNit
could not see 1t at all.
"Then, there's no hope for me-" he
asked gloOmily.
, "Tm afraid not, as far as I'm con-
cerned," she responded. "But there's
always hope Mightn't there be some
one else, Mr.. Marble-some other
woman better fitted for your"
The rector OF All Souls only gave her
a scorchingly reproachful glance and
turned away without word.
AS he bent his lonely steps towards
his boarding house, Mr.. Marble became
aware of other steps feminine ones
approaching behind, and furtive
glance around showed him Miss Cor
nelia Wylde. his district visitor and
devoted aid. in close pursuit.
whats the matter7" she painted,
overtaking the flying cleric just as he
reached the corner. "You seem to he
in a great hurry
Z Mr.. Marble turned and faced her
with a dazed smile.
81 am" he said, then quite invOlun-
Itarily: There's a letter to the bishop
that ought TO be written and off by the
3 80 train. wanted especially to see
you this morning" With establishment
he heard himself utter this last state
ment. The well-knOwn formula had
rushed unbidden to his lips, and help
.leSsly. parrOt-like he foundered on:
i"Ive Just received an important call
to Shooting Rock, Arkansas, and you
ought to be the first to know !"
Miss Wylde's glance of pleased in
terrogation only added to poor MFR.
Marbles confusion.
swell, what are you going to do
about TT" she inquired practically.
"D0g" calculated the Rev. Ronald.
and with the recollection of the morn
,ing's wrongs hard upon him he gave
an impr'ssihle groan. "Whnt on earth
do you expect man to do. with never
woman to help HIM"
Afterwards. when he was quite calm
again, Mr. Marble saw clearly Just how
she had taken it--that innocent little
speech of his-but In the blackness OF
the moment all he could realize was
that Miss Cornelia Wylde had taken
him, "for better for worse" and entire
Iy without his own consent.
1t was long after luncheon time that
the Rev. Ronald turned his steps at
last towards his Observation-Disclosures
gagged. he told himself blankiy, to a
lady he had never for n moment con-
- oil la, fti nj HUhf
This was the result of his morning.
Crimson waves Of modification,
horror and actual dread surged up
into his high cheek bones Mt the thought
of 1t all.
He, the rector of All Souls, offered
himself to three women In as many
hours
1t was scandalous, objectionable, In
any other man What would Wheatley
say when 1t heard. as 1t must soon OF
It's tickle frivolous rectOr1
What would they think Of him, those
two whom he had wOoed so ardently In
quick succession-sweet Mrs. Minturn
and Janet Noble? His heart sm0te
him! How he had pleaded with them
Tben upon his sombre meditation
afr Marble !" broke in n voice he
knew. and. raising his head, the hor-
rlfied rector beheId at his very elbow
Janet's mOther--an exceedingly large
accommodating towards him with cor.
daily outstretched hands.
Tnyo,rntorIy no shronk From her
.ar',n" sana what Al I, neans Mrs
D,'.,n,l ,. ,vords ant,ohtanod rim
t,I'e -,
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