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Updated: June 16, 2025
A little girl ran into the churchyard a pretty, fair child, whose bright hair contrasted with the black she wore. "They have come and father sent me to tell you, Mr. Churchouse," she said. "Thank you, Estelle," he answered, and they returned to the open space together. The child then joined her father, and Mr. Churchouse, saluting the dead, walked to the first mourning coach and opened the door.
"Oh why she's lost, don't you see. Working in a stuffy mill, she's lost. If she was on the stage, then thousands would see her. A beautiful thing oughtn't to be hidden away." "God Almighty hides away a great many beautiful things," answered Mr. Churchouse. "There are many beautiful things in our literature and our flora and fauna that are never admired." "So much the worse.
Raymond Ironsyde felt somewhat impatient of the conference to consider the situation of his son. But since he had no authority and Sabina was anxious to do something, he agreed to consult Mr. Churchouse. They met at 'The Magnolias, where Miss Ironsyde joined them; but her old energy and forcible opinions had faded. She did little more than listen.
She had been expecting Raymond all the morning, to bring the great news to Ernest Churchouse, and was puzzled to know why he had not come. She could not wait longer, and while her mother advised delay, found herself unable to delay. Now she perceived that Raymond had made plans independently of her. "I was coming in this evening," he said, in answer to her eyes.
"It may be selfish to say so, but I certainly shall." "Well, you've had the virtue of making the self-denial and I think it was awfully good of you to do so." "I am always here and always very happy and willing to befriend the grandson of my father's partner," declared Mr. Churchouse. "It is excellent news that you are going into the business." "Remains to be seen."
He knew, however, before the day was done, for Sabina felt very definitely on the subject. Yet her attitude was curious: she held it not necessary to express an opinion. Mr. Churchouse came home very cold, and while she attended to his needs, brought him hot drink and lighted a fire, Sabina listened. "The boy is exceedingly well," he said.
None disputed her right to be called first spinner at the mills. She was an impulsive, ambitious maiden, and Mr. Best, foreman at the works, claimed for her that she brought genius as well as understanding to her task. Sabina joined her friend, Nancy Buckler; Mrs. Dinnett, who had been a mill hand in her youth, took a seat beside Sally Groves, and Mr. Churchouse paced alone.
It doesn't matter a button where he supposes help is coming from: the thing is that he should not know it is really coming from me." "I hope we may succeed without craft of that sort, Raymond," declared Mr. Churchouse; "but I shall not hesitate to employ the wisdom of the serpent if the olive branch of the dove fails to meet the situation. I trust, however, more to Estelle than myself.
"And what is the best?" asked John. "There is not the slightest difficulty about that; the best is what will happen," replied Mr. Churchouse. "As a good Christian you know it perfectly well." But the other shook his head. "That won't do," he answered, "that's only evasion, Mister Ernest.
Mister Churchouse knows him far better than anybody else, and he says there is great sensibility and power of feeling in him. He's tender to animals." "That's not much good if he's going to be tough to me. Tell me why his mother doesn't come to me about him." "Mister Churchouse says she's in a strange state and doesn't seem to care.
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