Lancaster Standard and County Advertiser. — 1909-01-15 (Lancaster, Lancashire, England)

BOOTH 'AND BATES TYPES. . crying, there she stood in her sort of stedlast lastly, related what she had heard five minutes "I express no opinion as to relative merit, purity of body and mind and spirit, quite eer- ago. , for I am convinced that *hat suits one localtin that there was no shadow of madness over " Father, is it true ?" she asked. " Was : ity is not necessarily the best for another. her—quite certain that there had- been none Mr. Steinway really tried for murder ?" ! I have proved this myself, and, to give a over her mother. She described the face which I She asked it a little breathlessly, for, despite : case in illustration, I find that my pastures she had seen quite clearly, with a sort of lovely her courage her heart: beat, fast. In her haste, and feeding composure—and once or twice she looked at she had left' the door ajar. She stood with her I. n do not suit Jersey cattle wholly me with half a smile. ' I'm no believer in back to it, but the High Sheriff faced the open : because they run. too much to beef and beghosts mid silly things like that, you know, I clink. , -come larger .and coarser. With reference Lawrence, -she said to me, ' and I'm quite sure "Is it true ?" she repeated. " Tell me. I— ;to these . old types as they existed, some will my mother was not either. I knew that I saw it I ought to know." say these should pass away and give place face among the bushes—and that it seemed tu Mr. Stott looked at her. He, too, was con- to new ones. No doubt there is much to say change—to change three or four times. I did , scious of the change thnt was in her. Ile for this, but let us beware lest in commingnot fancy it—l saw it clearly. And I shall go tried to sumnon his usual curt coldness. Butt ling diverse types we lose -type altogether. down into the shrubbery to-morrow, and watch the old decisiveness failed him. He answered for it again.' '' almost wearily. ! A type is not made in a day. • The old 1 Lawrence paused. But his whole face was " Yes, Jenny. It is true." adage, 'Like produces like,' is true, but one lit no with pride in the thought of Jenny's " Was he guilty ?" ! must reckon with the. features and inherent sweet pure pluck. Valentine smiled in s 3 un- Her voice was very low. Her pure eyes were ! characterstics of previous generations. It patty. . . dilated 118 she faced her lath' - Thr Eligl ' ' t- ',hat - --- tiv not  tier father. ..e -ligh is ;rue tiny, in some cases Jere may " I can guess what you did last night," said Sheriff was • not looking at her now—he was ' have been such concentration of blood as to the young barrister suddenly. " Didn't you looking at the door with its open chink. Hdominate extensively the future, and T have watii in the shrub', ery yourself ?" " No," lie said still more wearily. " He— Lawrence nodded, he was not guilty—l think." observed repeatedly how long the influence of one parent has told on generation after "Of course," he said. " I watched all night "Do you know he was not guilty ?" 1 through. And this morning I've been knock- 11Ir. Stott's face was white. The weariness h generation• ad •.. ing about, trying to pick up information from passed away into a kind of rigidity. His eyes