The Squire's Legacy
Mary Cecil Hay
Paperback
(TheClassics.us, Sept. 12, 2013)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... brains have grown weary in the city can fully understand what such a rest would be. I have thought--ever since that dream I have thought--that I should like my own grave here." "And mine, then, of course," supplemented Doris, tenderly. " But, after all, Kenneth, it is only now that we mind, is it? It will be all one to us then. We shall have found a peace which could not be disturbed by the sounds which always weary you. It is now that you should rest. Dear Ken, I wish I could persuade you how much better is such peace as you feel to-day, than the constant struggle--But," she added, brightly, when she saw his face sadden, " you know best, Ken. It is your choice, and you are happier so." "My choice?" he echoed, dreamily. "I hardly know, Doris. Sometimes I feel that I have been led by something stronger, than choice." "Power to succeed you mean," she smiled. " Now shall we go into church?" This was the first time during his visit that Kenneth had referred to his own prospects, for he had come determined to interest Doris on pleasant general subjects, without touching either on Mr. Monkton's approaching trial, or his own coming test. So, in the quiet pause before the service, he blamed himself for his for-getfulness, and again formed his resolutions, forgetting how impossible it was to deny himself the sympathy which was so precious to himr and that bright response to the love which was more deep and steadfast even than the love he gave his art. Miss Windish and little Willy sat with them in the great Kingswood pew, but the service went on to its close, and Scot Monkton did not appear. " I thought he would be here," sighed Miss Michal, when they stood together at the churchyard gate. The congregation had all dispersed--even Mr. Berries,...