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Show :38 PRINCESS MARY'S (ilF'l‘ HHUK AN ANGEL OF GOD look like the Scripturerpicturc sort ol' angels: and thev donl appear to the highvltown. st:ir-g_ray.iirer sort ol' [)Cople who are alwavs lookiim 1'."them. i i " [)0 tell us what you saw. Mrs. ltatlerbv." besoueht the emotional Matilda. "And also what calamity it. lorelold." added Mrs. \Vindvbank I always believe that supernatural appearances precede some terrible, nnslortune. ' ~~ \\ ell. my experience. or whatever you call it. happened live»andthirty years ago. and no (':1lttlllll_\' has happened to me sillt't‘. ()n the contrary. it taught me that no calamity won/(l happen to me as lonti' 'is I lay salt in mylltavtnly I‘dlllt‘l s Iland. lhat s inst, the lesson that I learnt lronl it." I " I)o tell us the story." urged Miss Skipworlh. "I will. Matilda. ll youll get on with your betLiat-kct. and not V ‘ 1‘ ' V n V x V V‘ " A I V ‘ - :1 leave oll your sewing whenever anybody speaks. as it your ‘i hearing lay in your lingers. and you eouldnl sew and listen at, the same time. i \1 1" ell. plan I was a young" woman I lived with an aunt in lereies* ~.1]- .tll \\ " 10 kept .1 stationti s shop..-and 0 . cl} .. Sunday ‘ I used to "31‘ \ ()\C1 to see my mother who ll\'(‘(l at a village about three miles ol . she being a widow and keeping the post»olli<-e there and my two little sisters as well. i . .. . ‘OllC of - those deceitlul . . d1" "ltwaso tl‘tl ]» lll‘Llrsmld‘I) 1n SL])tLl]ll)Cl sort ol itltttttw (121‘ l 111' oot he summer. and then take you all of a heap by getting at" with ye ore ' ' . r‘nd I had been spending (l‘IV mi ‘ou cai It is.t 1y Jm/t, Iin/mnoufa I i the‘ H]; SH 1 } lInO 11ei\as'usual: I stayed for the evening,r service. it being~ - ‘ . w vvvvvand a. spenal pleacher ioo 1 nnncisaiy ' . ia n av»se ruite .‘ lor the occasion; 'l‘hoirl It‘HI'Wfilllim. but one ol the finest preaehers I ever heard. 1.] l 1"11 :3 ‘ . was _, ,ago. '- . years vJ-z 1nd _ thnty ‘L I iemember that sermon .1 as It ieaid it last Sunday." ‘ v. "7 i '7. was " "hat 4mm" cm" I mnit albout. asked Mrs. \\ Indybank. " 1* or my part. I (sweet (. one; is] tin." eraw" 1Isumons. the most, -- but Ive ‘v heard some very v. , < t. 7-. *.'( .. It was 011 tl ) ‘" Us "111d on the last Sundays in the Old I ear. in "a t "1.le 1e \tiy subject: that Matilda was speaking abouti ‘ _ 3"( ~... 47"". . .. .‘ mind The K" ("N‘UIMIUOH that iuallcd the whole meident to m\' met hin' ‘. . \ l8. leob .\\(,11L on his way. and the angels ol (.od ( 1 . and the preacher said 7\\'ll‘t" l'W' 'tl -' . U " ' ' that the lookinu 'Limels ol') ('£0; l inlet-t us far so busy ‘ oltener ‘i L \LJM saying than we)ng llmr think; onlyin we are . \ >‘ (I we (h. 't | h _ 1 oi tIUIIVlO (,ome Ill our own particular way NHL them. [inless thei' "1 l‘ . iceog'mse .. n) ‘ ' t I Icu'- ll()\\lllfl" .. tl It.) .ue ~‘ robesI \\lll 'l 1 ‘ ‘ . ‘ x ‘ ' I I . iaips and halos and tier sw 'd' ' dont " know that they znc y. o1 s, we i ‘ 39 angels at all: which is just as stupid of us as if we didn't believe we'd seen the Queen, unless we‘d seen her with her crown on. I remember that this impressed us very much: Queen Victoria had just been to Merchester to lay the l'oundation-stone of some public building" or other (I forget, what), and we had all cried at seeing her in a widow‘s bonnet: it seemed to make her so much more real and human than if she‘d had her crown on. I'm sure that black bonnet brought her nearer to our hearts than all the Crown Jewels out of the Tower of London could have done; and taught us to love and reverence her as a woman as well as obey and serve her as a Queen. And so, as the young minister said. it ought. to be with the angels; because when the Lord eame among us, He came as One ol' ourselves, and led us by the paths that we were used to. "' \Vell, the sermon was so grand, and the hymn alter the sermon so beautiful-fl remember it was a six-lineseight, sung to the tune ealled S/c/V/u, and mother and l swayed to it till we kept bumping against each otherithat by the time we got out of chapel it was quite dark#so (lark that mother didnt like the idea of my walking,r to Merehester alone, as it was three miles at. the least, and along a very lonely road. But there was nobody to go with me. and l was bound to get back to aunt‘s that night, for some special reason that I forget now; so-like it or not like itil had to go. though I was very timid." " Oh, how dreadl‘ul! I should have been terrilied." groaned Miss Skipworth. "I dont wonder that you were frightened." "I shouldn't have minded it' I'd been your age. Matilda : surely a woman of fire~andrlorty is old enough to go anywhere by herself! llut I was only eighteen. and that makes all the dill'erenee." Matilda returned a soft answerfior, to be more accurate. a soft question. ‘ " 'l'hen did you venture, Mrs. Batterby L' ' " Of course I did: there was nothing else to (lo; and I didn't want mother to know I was frightened l'or fear of worryint,r her. Eut I didnt like it, I ean tell you; and I started with my heart in my mouth, ready to jump at my own shadow. And then it came into my mind (I remember it as it' it had happened last "'"l" Mun-nil |