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Updated: June 12, 2025
What a beautiful day and how quiet, how much more quiet than usual, was the dear, familiar, peaceful scene! All this week, thanks in a great measure to the prolonged Bank Holiday, Witanbury had been bathed in a sabbatical calm. Oddly enough, this had not been as pleasant as it ought to have been.
Delicatessen had become quite the fashion, not only among the good people of Witanbury itself, but among the county gentry who made the cathedral town their shopping headquarters, and who enjoyed motoring in there to spend an idly busy morning. Then had come the erection of the big Stores. Over that matter quite a storm had arisen, and local feeling had been very mixed.
Only a day or two ago he had been offered, and he had purchased, the diary of a citizen of Witanbury written over a hundred years ago, and from a feeling of natural curiosity he had looked up the entries in the August of that year.
Will you please take Mr. Head to the cell where Anna Bauer is confined?" Then he hurried off to the telephone, well aware that he might now be about to hear the real solution of the mystery. Some of his best people had been a long time on this Witanbury job. Terrified and bewildered as she had been by the events of midday, Anna, when putting her few things together, had not forgotten her work.
But she, Anna, had only heard with half an ear. Politics were out of woman's province. But there! English ladies were like that. Many a time had Anna laughed aloud over the antics of the Suffragettes. About a month ago the boy who brought the meat had given her a long account of a riot it had been a very little one provoked by one such lady madwoman in the market-place of Witanbury itself.
The Dean's letter I do not know if you have read it is expressed in rather mysterious and alarming language." The man he addressed waited for a moment. He knew that the two people before him had only been married that morning. "Yes, that is so," he said frankly. "I suppose the Dean thought it best that I should inform Mrs. Guthrie of the business which brought me to Witanbury three hours ago.
Her heart was so full of joy she felt she must tell the delightful news. "That is good very good!" said Anna cordially. "And then, my darling little one, there will be a proper betrothal, will there not?" Rose nodded. "Yes, I suppose there will," she said in German. "And perhaps a war wedding," went on Anna, her face beaming. "There are many such just now in Witanbury.
Both the scullery and the servant's room were much older than the rest of the house, for the picturesque gabled bit of brown and red brick building which projected into the garden, at the back of the Trellis House, belonged to Tudor days, to those spacious times when the great cathedral just across the green was a new pride and joy to the good folk of Witanbury.
Guthrie's visitor went on, a little breathlessly and impulsively: "I quite understand how you feel about Major Guthrie, and I daresay he would be happier married. Most people are, I think." She got up; it was nearly six time for her to be starting on her walk back to Witanbury. Obeying a sudden impulse, she bent down and kissed the old lady good-bye.
Yet the writer of that diary he was only a humble blacksmith had put in simple and yet very noble language his conviction that old England would never go down, if only she remained true to herself. It was this fine message from the past which the Dean brought to the people of Witanbury that day.
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