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[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] r THE CAPTAIN'S RIVAL. CHAPTER II-(Continwd.) The boxes take a considerable time to haul up- stairs, being large and filled with books, as Mr. Alt almost apologetically explains, even assisting with the biggest himself, at the risk of damaging his spotless clothes, in order to save Mrs. Marsden trouble. When all his possessions are placed in his bedroom, rather to his landlady's disapproval, and the porter has been made happy by a liberal tip, Mr. Alt recollects his cooling tea. I'm afraid it's not so warm now as it might be," Mrs. Marsden says, opening the lid and peering in, as a simpler method of flndin-, out the remaining degree of warmth than the more commonplace one of feeling the teapot. Never mind, never mind. it's all one and the same to me,' answered Mr. Alt cheerfally, drawing his chair nearer the table and rubbing his hands. Will you do me the favour to stop and pour out tea for me ? My late housekeeper at Thruther- hills always did so, our daily chat was one of the ireatesfc pleasures I knew there." I shall be most happy to do so, sir, I shall sooner get to know your ways. Milk and sugar, of course? I shall give you plenty of sugar-clergy- mcn always like sugar." And I am no exception to the rule. Lots of sugar, if you please, how nicely you cut bread and butter, I have never seen any quite like this." So my poor husband used to say. Ir, was always this is none of your kickshaw," bite and a half slices, Matilda, my dear, but a good big slab that gives a man something to do to get through- that was his way of putting it, I must explain." "Qui e so, quite so. He must have possessed some humour. He has been at rest in the quiet little graveyard I observed on my way here some time, has he not ?" Ten long, long years!" And you have been faithful to his memory all that time' Dear, dear me!" Mrs. Marsden's face assumes an unlovely pinkish yellow hue, and she thanks her stars there is no one present who knows of her ineffectual attempts to catch the baker over the way. Ah, he was a husband, sir. I never heard a cross word from him during the twenty years we lived together." Mr. Marsden, peacefully sleeping in his naroow bed, is happily not called upon to make a similar assertion with regard to his better half.' But you must have a quantity of friends "Well yes. sir, a pretty number. Golderdaleis a sociable little place." And, I should imagine, a very prosperous and well-populated one- an unusually large class of superior dwellers, there appeared to me to be." We have many high class families here-you have heard of Lady Harlow, of course." I regret to say I have not." E-:he's a very, very nice lady-enormously wealthy." How enviable. She must be able to do so much good." She does it too, sir. The vicar always says she built the church-meaning she paid for it." "I see. Are the rest of the family—I mean the husband and children, equally charitable ?" She hasn t any children and Sir George has been dead a long while. He died three years before my poor husband if I am not mistaken. Yes, because my poor husband was ill then of the disease he-" Poor lady, she has been a widow even longer than yourself. She must be very lonely." Well, she is perhaps as a rule, living all by herself up there, but now her nephew is staying with her, and law he do make it lively, I've heard." Ah, a scapegrace ?" Oh no not at all, but he has such high spirits. Oh, he's such a nice handsome young gentleman, and he does ride that beautiful. It's a sight to see him, he looks like a rock on the horse's back —that still." "You have a graphic way of describing things. I almost see him. To look like a rock on horse- back is the goal all good riders should strive for. He is constantly in the saddle, I presume?" Yes, he takes a long ride everyday. I see him every morning pass and repass. It's a lady as lives near here he comes to see." Aha He is a favourite, no doubt, in Golder- dale." All the ladies is mad after him. Sarah heard from the housemaid at the Hall that a lot of them made him dress himself up in his regimentals the other evening, and he did look a picture! They were all quite wild about him." "So! An officer?" Yes. His regiment's sotftewhere in London, I'm told. Her ladyship adores him-some say more and some say less than her silver." Silver ?" echoes the curate in unqualified amazement. Law, to think of anyone never having heard of ladyship's silver! Tons upon tons, of it, she has, lying idle." But why silver-why not gold, or diamonds, or other jewels ?" Because she has a passion for it, I suppose, sir." "Now, that's the very oddest coincidence I've ever heard of—the very oddest!" • What is, sir, if one may make so bold as to ask ?' Why-you will lausrh, but silver is my craze also. Dear, dear me, how very strange." My lady will be so pleased to hear it. Captain riagrove rather laughs at her they say, though he brings her lots of lovely things every time he comes. Have you a collection too?" Mr. Alt shook his hand sadly. With my limited means that is notpossible. I have merely gathered round me a few odds and ends-remarkable for their beauty, not their value, or the large sum they cost me. I quite long to make Lady Harlow's acquaintance." Look out of the window, sir. There. That's the young lady Captain Blagrove is sweet upon. Thats Miss Loflus, the prettiest youns; lady in Colderdale-to those who admire that style." "Hum. Are those her little brothers and sisters ?" "Seven besides herself. A large family, and not very well off, though well connected. The father is an invalid.' :-he seems to be kind to them, judging from the bright faces around her." 'She is that, sr-as is, of course, only natural." --Well, Mrs. Marsden, I think I may consider my repast finished. I have not partaken of such a tiubstantial meal for a long time." Then you mug, have a very bad appetite, as a rule, sir. That s all I can say." But little suffices me. I'm not a great eater. Then I'll run and see what Sarah is up to—I'll leave the tray on the table in case it might tempt vo i lo eat a little more." w You are very thoughtful. I do not fancy it is likely, however." And Mr. Marsden is dead," the curate says relatively, when his landlady's feet have planted y themselves firmly on the creaking boards of the I hull floor, eyeing the remaining slice of bread and better with his head on one side. Well, I don t know that I am altogether surprised to hear it." lie strolls into his bedroom, and taking a flat key from his waistcoat pocket, opens his port- manteau and takes out a tin of meat biscuits and a wicker-covered flask which possibly contains tea. •• Poor soul, it would never do to hurt her feel- ings. I must set up a dog." CHAPTER Ill. THE curate learnt so much from Mrs. Marsden, though she, it is true, takes the liberty of repre- senting matters in her own light, that he is enabled to settle down to his duties at once. At an early hour next morning, after a scarcely touched breakfast, he draws his slim white fingers into a pair of lisle thread gloves, and taking his urn til umbrella, sets forth to pay a round of visits amongst his humbler parishioners. Ai y poor first," he says gently, when Mrs. Marsden hints that she considers 'the quality' are of more importance: everybody else can w.-iit." You can put away the best China, Sarah." Mrs. Marsden says, banging down the tray on the kitchen table he 11 never know whether the cup is cracked or not. In some things I daresay he s very clever, and ready to take advice, but in others he seems quite a "My!" replies Sarah, aghast at her mistress's outspoken remarks. "He says he's long-sighted, and cant see well close-to. Law, you would have laughed if you'd seen him bending over the table, looking for his sleeve-link, and parting the cloth to try to find it-and there it was under his very eyes the whole time. I was afraid he'd catch me shaking and take offence at my not telling him where it was, but the Eitiht was too good to spoil." How's he going to manage the service on Sunday if he can't read ?" asks Sarah, practically. •' Oh, he wears spectacles in church, but they hurt his nose, he says, so he wears ones that nip on at other times, instead." Don t they hurt him more ?" That's what I said myself, but he don-i find them do so. I described them Miss Loftus uses —the long-handled ones to hold up, but he'd never seen them in Thrutherhills. It must have lien a queer pla^e, Thrutherhills. He don.teem to luive seen anything at all." LIE is a very shy man," Mrs. Marsden resumes, after a pause devoted to finishing Mr. Alt's noglec;.cd breakfast, at first I feared he was one of those quiet people who will have their own way, but I don t think I shall have much trouble wiLh him." I uconscious of the criticisms that are being passed upon him, the curate walks down the road, the reen and white umbrella held well over him, and his eyes cast on the ground, blind to the heads that have sprung up like mushrooms in each window, deaf to the comments that are buzzing around him, the very embodiment of earnest in- ward meditation. His business is not with these favoured children of plenty, but lies further on, whe e a row of lowly cottages stands—where the ground is a little more marshy and damp, and the view less pleasing, where, when fevers come, they make a point of going first and staying longest. < ottage number one is decidedly the most tempting, and into that Mr. Alt goes, after a mild nip at the door. "Anyone at home ?' he enquires, removing his hat with as much ceremony as he would were he entering a palace. Oh, its the new curate," a rather nice-looking girl says. rising and bringing forward a chair. Mother, the new curate." Yes, laughs Mr. Alr, I am getting to know myself by that title. In Trhthe: hills 1 was Our curate "I'm glad you're come, sir. Mr. Bridgeman wasn t liked at all." • lie does not appear to have been-beloved." "lie was so and short in his manner." That was a pity; but it is not wise to judge anvone by their exterior. You attend the Sunday school ?' turning with a fatherly air to the daughter. I teach the little ones, sir." Teach ?' Mary's had a good education," interrupted the mother. We haven t always been like this." i ou are one of the victims of misfortune and bad ti Illes," sighs Mr. Alt sympathetically, "I knew it the minute I entered the door. Can I be of Borne alight help to you in any way—advice, or Thank you, sir, we don't want tracts." Nor should I mock you by offering them. The er, the truth is I didn t bring any with me — thev don t keep them where I came from. Pray accept this trilling sum. Would it were larger.' A)any thanks. I'm sure, sir. We didn t expect anything. We neve • meant you to think that I am convinced of that; and now I must bid yon good morning; I have many names on my list to visit. Later on I may come again and stay longer. I shall look forward to putting the little ones through their catechism on Sunday, my dear Come, now that's not bad. If they re all like that I shall get on with them capitally, even if it is rather a costly business. The girl was quite presentable," he mused as he went away. The next three cottages are shut up, and the owners are working in the fields. Voices raised high in altercation strike upon his ear as he nears the fourth. Here I am evidently needed, this is more in my line," he says with great gratification, rapping smar ly on the door. There is no notice taken, and the quarrel con- tinues as gaily as ever. I'll smash yer head in for yer, I will. Ye're an idle pig, that's what ye are." nont you begin a-calling of me names, you great sot; spending of your time and earnings at at the Traveller's Joy,' and leaving me to slave meself to a bone, you lum, you Whack, whack, whack This will never do," says Mr. Alt, opening the door without further ceremony. My good people! Oh, this is shocking! To raise your hand against the wife of your bosom Do you not know He who raises his hand against a woman'—etcet- era-—" We don't want any parsons a-coming here a- talking scripture," the woman says insolently, turning with a black scowl on the peace-maker. Mr. Alt coughs. That is not my custom," he says severely. That is by no means my custom, but 1 must pro- test hen see the sublime creation man debas- ing himself to the equality of a senseless quad- ruped. regarding the foibles and caprices of the more fragi e vessel with hardest abhorrence, and punishing trifling derelictions of duty with a cold- blooded cruelty it grieves me profoundly to en- counter it in any but amphibious reptiles If we want to hear you preach, we can come to church," replies the "fragile vessel sullenly; while the man maintains a cowed silence. Me and my man can get alone quite well without the likes of you. Mis er Bridgeman didn t never come here, and we don't wantanybody to come a-jawmg of us as if we were dois." "If that is so. I shall reluctantly leave you to settle your differences without my interference. o not forget to come to church and hear me preach if ever you have the opportunity. Good mo ning." Ignoring the yells of derision which follows him, the curate closes the door carefully behind him, and brushes a dusty made from his sleeve. Black sheep," he observes, I should very much like to have the whitening of them. What will be the next lot, I wonder ?" An old woman sits sewing at the window, and upon seeing him she promptly leaves her seat, and stands curtseying and bobbing on the threshold of her dwelling. Please to walk in, sir. We have been expect- ing you.' fndeed, my good woman ? I am delighted to hear it." [lcase to sit down, sir. We have sent to you many times, and was always, too busv, or summat but my ciarter 11 be heartily glad to see you. Id have eomed to you, but my joints is bad again." Aha, you take me for Mr. Bridgeman, I see." Aint you Farson Bridgeman, sir? Beg pa'don, I'm sure, sir, but I'm a'most blind with- out spectacles. Oh, he was a bad lot, Parson Bridgcman," say the old woman, venomously, changing her tone. "It's a blessing he's gone. There's my darter been bad with fever this three week. and "lever! Great Sco What kind of fever What we always get here." Have you had a doctor?" think we'd live here if we could pay the doctor ? eh in My dear, good woman What an appalling state of affairs! Ill three weeks, and no doctor There is not a minute to lose I will fetch him at once! He shall attend your daughter at my own personal expense! Without waiting for thanks, the curate sends his long legs flying over the ground, and rushing in at a gate which bears a plate inscribed:—- JOHN MEADOWS, M.D. Surgeon. Unintentionally flings himself bodily on the doctor himself, who is sauntering along between his currant bushes, leisurely discussing a handful of the luscious fruit, Holloa. sir, what the devil's up oh, beg pardon, I didn't recognise you. pray don't conclude I'm in the habit of using bad language." My dear doctor, forgiva my unpardonable clumsiness I have deprived you of your currants." here are plenty more where those came from, mv dear sir. I shant break my heart oler a few miserable currants,' the doctor puffs, contem- plating his scattered dainties ruefully, and think- ing of the row his sister will make if he gathers any moo e without her permission. • My horror at, what I had just heard must be my excuse." continues the curate. A murder ?" asks the doctor, brightening up. Not far from it. A poor girl has been lying ill of fever at one of those cottages down there without a medical attendant." Their own fault, they should have sent for me." The unfortunate mother says she cannot afford to pay for a doctor." Their own fault. Why the dev—why can't they afford a doctor ? Through their own extravagance and wicked improvidences I did not see much sign of extravagance I con- fess. If you are going that way will you oblige me by just stepping in and prescribing for the sufferer ?" My dear sir. You are a clergyman. You are' paid for your work. Do—you—suppose—I— attend pl\tients-for-nothmg? There is nothing I should like better. It goes against the grain- quite against the grain to take my fees, but there is nothing else to be done. I gaust live, like any- one else and I can't live on air and good deeds aione." You would very soon starve, I fear. However I will not detain you from your rounds. May I ask you to attend the girl at my expense ?" Well, sir, I've no objection to that, if you haven t. I sometimes lose my temper when I hear of people living c in those fever-stricken and miserable hovels. Lady Harlow—you know her?" Not yet.' Lady Harlow-a patient of mine—wants to pull them down and build new ones in a more healthy locality, but these idiotic people stick to them like leeches. I'll go and see the girl f1 once. Your generosity does you credit. Delighted to have made your acquaintance, Mr. Mr. —" '-Alt -Bartholomew Alt." Mr. Alt. Hely on me, and pray come to me at once if I can at any future time assist you in the same way." '• Thank you, I will. I trust we shall become better acquainted very soon. Good-morning." •• That's about enough for one day," the curate says, retracing his steps in the direction of C'ak Cottage. If my waistcoat had been white I don't know where I should have been," he winds up. anxiously scanning the spot where the doctor's fat juice stained fingers plodded him to add emphasis to his pungent arguments. Mrs. Marsden is in her saddest mood—a mood so full of acid, a Action, and woe-inllicting power, that even the redoubtable Bridgeman has bean known to quail before it. Well Mrs. Marsden, how do matters progress with you," is the curate's well-meant greeting. I must not complain, all our trials a e sent us for our good, I suppose." That is the right way to look at it. When we have many trials and burdens we know that we deserve them-that is to say-at least- well, that can hardly be so in your case, it is more, perhaps, that you may end by being-it is the fiery furnace that will leave us perfect." It is to be hoped so, sir.—but it'll have to be a regular blaze to make Sarah so." Sarah—Sarah ? Is that your sister ?" Oh, cer—tainly not! She is a girl I took out, of purest charity, to teach the ways of a refined home and do the housework-but ill has she re- paid me!" "Ah. Mrs. Marsden, we must not expect grati- tude for what we do. The reward of our own consciences must suffice us. To do good, and blush to find it known"—that is the maxim I have always endeavoured to bear in mind. The golden rules which teaches us that the world shuns those who do not conform to its absurd rule and cherishes those who are not of itself You say this Sarah is a worry to you. In what particular is she an annoyance?" Always jumping after the butcher's man it's perfectly shameful to see her, the nasty, giddy creature!" She is young, and er—er—thoughtless." "She hasn't got no more brains than a ben and vain She'll spend an hour gaping at herself in the glass." If that is the case, perhaps I had better speak with her. I am curious to see him. An hour is a long time-sixty minutes-and if spent in a manner that is not—justified, may be regarded as lost- hopelessly, irremediably lost! However, I shall be better able to judge of Sarah's delinquen- cies when I have interviewed her." Law, sir, you don t call Sarahs being what she considers pretty an excuse for making faces at herself in the glass ali day long ?" "My dear madam, how you have misunderstood me In my opinion that is just what makes such a performance so extremely reprehensible! I sincerely trust I may make an impression on her." Sarah's a hardened little wretch, but you may. Don't be too gentle with her, sir, give it her well." I think I am to be relied upon to treat her in the manner I find most effective. A girl's heart is a tender thing-we ought to bring much skill and a vast amount of experience —which I may, I hope, without boa ting, claim to possess- to our aid. A rough handling defeats our own ends, we scare and wound where we meant to sooth and—er—instruct." "I've felt that so much myself, sir. If I may be so bold as to say so. I'm looking forward to enjoying a splendid sermon from you on Sunday." Well, really, Mrs. Marsden," the curate says slowly, stroking his shaven lip as if he half ex- pected to find a moustache there; sermons are not at all my strong point, you know. Should the vicar not return in time, I shall do my best, but my object is more to-to-wake up-if I dare to express myself—to wake up the rich and careless ones amongst us—to these I shall endeavour to prove an example and a lesson in myself." (To be Continued.) "=

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