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Nobody, that is, but Mrs Milburn and a few others of her way of thinking, who saw more elegance and more propriety in a mixture. On this occasion she had asked her own clergyman, the pleasant-faced rector of St Stephen's, and Mrs Emmett, who wore that pathetic expression of fragile wives and mothers who have also a congregation at their skirts. Walter Winter was there, too.

The rector, with a courteous bow, which in his youth would have been called graceful, as if confident of a permitted privilege, placed himself beside her, while observing to her lord, in reply to these unfeigned thanks, that, "the reported name alone of the veteran patriot who lay there had not ceased from the day of his interment to attract, shrine-like, the pilgrim feet of many persons to the spot who respected and bewailed the fate of Poland."

"No; we're trying to burn it down, so we can pick you up," called Ned Rector. "Oh," came up from the depths. "It seems to me that you young men are getting rather sharp with each other," said the Professor, shaking his head. "I guess it must be the Ozark air getting into our lungs," answered Ned. "I've felt like having a wrestling bout with some one ever since we got into these mountains."

There, just inside, hung the dead body of our neighbor, his face distorted and purple. And, while I stood sobbing with horror, the rector cut him down with the draw-knife which he had come to borrow. Soon after this tragedy, the barn was moved down to the marsh, to be used for storing hay and farm implements.

He might accuse the rector of complicity in her fraud. He would spread ruin around, rather than lose his dollars. In the morning, half-an-hour after the bank opened, Mr. Barnby appeared again at the rectory, impelled by a strict sense of duty once more to enter the house of sorrow, on what was surely the most unpleasant errand ever undertaken by a man at his employer's bidding.

You think " "Really, it's difficult to say," interrupted Malling. "He's developed, no doubt. But very few people don't. I suppose you've trained him." "I!" said the rector. "I train a man like Chichester!" In his voice there was a bitter irony. "Is that you, Mr. Malling?" said the voice of Lady Sophia. "I was lying down with a book. This is my little room."

In the parish committed to his pastoral guidance was a grammar school, that had been endowed, not indeed by Squire Mowbray or his ancestors, but, by the family that in times of yore had held the same estate. The pious founder had vested the government not entirely in his own family, and its representatives, but in that family and the rector for the time being.

It may, perhaps, be as well to anticipate some of the events of this story, and to say that in the course of three or four months, Mr Jones and Miss Hall were married. Soon after his return to London, Mr Jones was appointed brother curate to Rowland Prothero, recommended by his friend, the rector.

"He seemed quite afraid for me to have this money," faltered poor Monica, on whom the letter had left a deep impression. "Shall I regret it? Is it really such a dangerous thing?" "Not if you make a wise use of it. In your hands I hope it may prove a blessing instead of a curse," answered the Rector. "It does not seem to have brought any happiness to Uncle Giles. He calls it a burden."

After dinner they stretched their limbs on rugs on the lawn under the peaceful June sky; they had not been here many minutes when their mutual friend the rector, Mr. Douglas, strolled across the park to smoke his pipe with them. "You see it did not take me long to hear of your advent," he said taking the easiest of attitudes on a garden seat.