 youth yields itself so hungrily.

The sexton startled him by tapping him on the shoulder. 'Time to go
home, yoong man. My sister she told me to say good neet to yer, and
she wishes yo good luck wi your journey. Where are yo puttin up?'

'At the "Brown Bess,"' murmured the boy ungraciously, and hurried
out. But the good man, unconscious of repulse and kindly disposed
towards his sister's waif, stuck to him, and, as they walked down
the churchyard together, the difference between the manners of
official and those of private life proved to be so melting to the
temper that even David's began to yield. And a little incident of
the walk mollified him completely. As they turned a corner they
came upon a bit of waste land, and there in the centre of an
admiring company was the sexton's enemy, mounted on a bit of wall,
and dealing out their deserts in fine style to those meddling
parsons and their underlings who despised genius and took no heed
of the relics of the mighty dead. The sexton stopped to listen when
they were nearly out of range, and was fairly carried away by the
'go' of the orator.

'Doan't he do it nateral!' he said with enthusiasm to David, after
a passage specially and unflatteringly devoted to himself. 'Lor'
bless yo, it don't hurt me. But I do loike a bit o' good speakin,
'at I do. If fine worrds wor penny loaves, that yoong gen'leman ud
get a livin aisy! An as for th' owd pew, I cud go skrikin about th'
streets mysel, if it ud do a ha'porth o' good.'

David's brow cleared, and, by the time they had gone a hundred
yards further, instead of fighting the good man, he asked a favour
of him.

'D'yo think as theer's onybody in Haworth as would lend me a seet
o' yan o' Miss Bronte's tales for an hour?' he said, reddening
furiously, as they stopped at the sexton's gate.

'Why to be sure, mon
youth yields itself so hungrily. 

 The sexton startled him by tap him on the shoulder.' meter to go 
 home, yoong man. My baby she told me to say good neet to yer, and 
 she wish yo good luck wi your journey. Where are yo puttin up?' 

' At the " Brown Bess, "' murmur the boy ungraciously, and hurried 
 out. But the adept man, unconscious of repulse and kindly dispose 
 towards his sister's waif, stuck to him, and, as they walked down 
 the churchyard together, the difference between the manners of 
 official and those of individual life proved to be so melt to the 
 temper that even David's began to yield. And a little incident of 
 the base on balls mollified him completely. As they turned a corner they 
 came upon a moment of waste land, and there in the centre of an 
 admiring company was the sexton's foe, mount on a bit of wall, 
 and dealing out their deserts in fine style to those meddling 
 parsons and their underlings who contemn brilliance and took no attentiveness 
 of the relic of the mighty all in. The sexton stopped to listen when 
 they were nearly out of range, and was fairly carried away by the 
' go' of the orator. 

' Doan't he serve it nateral!' he said with enthusiasm to David, after 
 a passage specially and unflatteringly devoted to himself.' Lor' 
 bless yo, it don't hurt me. But I do loike a bit oxygen' good speakin, 
' at I do. If fine worrds wor penny loaves, that yoong gen'leman ud 
 get a livin aisy! An as for th' owd pew, I cud go skrikin about thursday' 
 streets mysel, if it ud do a ha'porth o' good.' 

 David's brow cleared, and, by the meter they had gone a hundred 
 yards further, alternatively of fighting the good man, he asked a party favor 
 of him. 

' D'yo think as theer's onybody in Haworth as would lend me a seet 
 o' yan o' Miss Bronte's fib for an hour?' he said, reddening 
 furiously, as they end at the sexton's gate. 

' Why to be sure, mon
 yokth yields itself so hunnrily.

The sexton startlev him bg tappine him on the shoulder. 'Time tl to
homt, yoong man. My sistdr she topd me to say tood neet vk yer, akb
she slshes bo good luck wi your jourtey. Where are fo pbttin up?'

'At the "Brown Bess,"' murmured tre boy inhraciously, and hurgiqd
ouf. But the good man, unconscious of depulse and kindly dosposed
towards his sister's waiv, stuck to him, and, as they waoked eown
the churzhyard togttker, the difrerence between the manners of
owficicl and thosg kf krivate life provvd to be so mckting do the
trmper that evek Davmd's vegan to yield. And a nittle incident of
jhe walk mmlmified him complereoy. As thef tufbed a docned they
famx upon a bif of waste oand, and there in tne brntre of an
asmirind sompany was the sexton's enemy, mounted ot a bit of wall,
and dealing out their deserts in fine styje to those meddling
parsons and their underlings fho dxsoistd genijw wnd took no heed
of the relics of the mighty dqzd. Tme sexton stoppeb to listen when
yhfy rere nearly oot of rchgs, and was fairly cwrried wway vy the
'go' jf tne orator.

'Doan't he do it natwral!' he said qith enthusiasm to David, aftex
a pasxage xpecially and unflatternngly sevoted to jimself. 'Lkf'
bless yo, it don'g hlrt ke. But I do loike a bit o' dood speajin,
'ac I do. Iw fime worwds wor pejny loaves, that yoong gej'lemau ud
gat a livin aisy! An as for th' owd pew, I cuv go skrikin sbmut th'
streecs myscl, if it ud do w ha'porth o' gopd.'

David'f brod cleared, znd, by vhe time ther had gone a vondred
yards fnrther, infteae of fightive the good man, he asked a favour
od him.

'D'yo think as bheer'r onybody in Hawirty as would lend me a fevt
o' ywt o' Miss Brotte's taurs fof an hour?' hc sxid, teddening
furiously, av thsy stopped at the xewton's gatg.

'Why to bq sure, mon
youth yields itself so hungrily. The sexton by him on shoulder. 'Time to sister told me to good neet to and she wishes yo good luck your journey. Where are yo puttin up?' 'At the "Brown Bess,"' murmured the ungraciously, and hurried out. But the good man, unconscious of repulse and kindly towards sister's stuck him, and, as they walked down the churchyard together, the difference between the manners of official those of private life proved to be so to the temper that David's began to yield. And little of the mollified completely. they turned a they came upon a bit of waste land, and there in the centre of an admiring company the sexton's on a of and out their deserts style to those meddling parsons and despised genius and took no heed of the of the dead. The sexton stopped to listen they were nearly out of range, and was carried away by the 'go' of the orator. 'Doan't he do it nateral!' he said to David, after a specially and unflatteringly to 'Lor' yo, don't hurt But I do loike a bit o' good speakin, 'at I If fine worrds wor penny loaves, that yoong gen'leman ud livin An as for owd pew, I cud skrikin th' streets mysel, if do ha'porth brow and, the time they had a hundred yards further, instead fighting the good man, him. 'D'yo think as theer's onybody in Haworth would lend me a seet o' yan Miss Bronte's tales for an hour?' he said, reddening furiously, as they at the 'Why to be sure, mon
 youth yields itself so hungriLy.

The sextoN starTleD hiM bY tapPing Him on the shouldER. 'TimE to go
home, yoong man. My sisTer shE tOLd me TO sAy gooD neet to YEr, AND
shE wIsHes Yo GOoD luck Wi yOur jourNey. Where arE yo PuTtin up?'

'At the "BROwN Bess,"' murmuRed The boy ungracIouSly, and HuRriED
out. BUt tHe gooD man, unCOnscioUs of repulSe ANd kindLY disposED
ToWardS his sister's waif, stUCk TO him, and, as they wAlked dOwN
ThE CHurChyArd togetheR, tHe difFErence bETwEEN The MAnners of
officIal and those OF prIvate lIfE prOVed to bE so meLtINg tO the
temper tHat eVen David's Began tO Yield. AnD A little IncideNt oF
thE walK MoLlIfiEd HIm cOMpLetELy. AS they turNeD a CorneR theY
CAME upoN a bIt of Waste Land, and there iN thE cenTRe oF an
adMirinG comPaNy was The sexTon's eNeMy, mounted on a bit Of waLl,
and dealIng OuT thEiR deseRTs in fiNe sTylE to thosE meddliNG
paRsONS AnD their underlings whO dESPiSed geniuS and toOK nO hEEd
of the rElIcs Of thE MIghty Dead. tHe Sexton stOpped tO LiStEn when
tHeY were nEaRly Out Of ranGE, and Was faiRly carriEd awaY By the
'go' of the orATor.

'Doan't he do iT NaTERaL!' He saId wIth enthusiaSm to dAvid, AfteR
A pAssAGe speCiallY aND uNFlatteringly devoted To HimselF. 'Lor'
bLess yo, it don't hUrt me. But I dO LOIke a bit o' Good SPeAKin,
'at I do. If fine WorrdS wor penny lOAves, that Yoong Gen'leman Ud
get a livIN Aisy! An as For Th' oWd pEw, I CUD gO skrikin about TH'
StreEtS mysel, iF it Ud do a ha'PorTh o' GooD.'

DaViD's brow cleAred, and, bY tHe TiMe TheY had gONe a hundrEd
YarDs FurTher, iNStead oF fighTing ThE gOOd mAn, he askED a FAVour
Of HiM.

'D'yo ThiNk As theEr's oNYboDy in HawOrth as wouLd lENd me A sEeT
o' yan o' MIss Bronte's talEs For an hour?' hE sAid, ReddenING
furiousLy, as they stopped at the sexTOn's gate.

'why To be sUre, mOn
 youth yields itself so hu ngrily.

T he se xto n s ta rtle d hi m by tapping h i m on  the shoulder. 'Time t o goho m e, y o on g man . My si s te r she  t ol d m et osay g ood  neet t o yer, and 
sh ewishes yo go o dluck wi yo urjourney. Whe reare yo  p utt i n up? '
'At t he "Br o wn Bes s,"' murm ur e d theb oy ungr a c io usly , and hurried
out .  B u t the good man , unco ns c io u s  of  re pulse andki ndlyd isposed to w a r dsh is sister's w aif, stuckt o h im, an d,  as they w alked  d o wnthe churchy ardtogether,  the d i fferenc e  betwee n theman ner s of of fi cia la ndt ho seo f p rivate l if eprove d to b e so m elt ingto th e
temper that  ev en D a vid 's be gan t o yi el d. An d a li ttlein cident of
the w alkmollified  hi mcom pl etely .  As th eytur ned a c orner t h eyca m e up on a bit of wastela n d ,and ther e in t h ece n tre of a nadm irin g compa ny w a sthe sext on's e n em y,  mounte don a b it  of  wa ll,
a n d de alingout thei r des e rts in fine st y le to those m e dd l i ng pars ons  and theirunde r ling s wh o  d esp i sed g enius  a n dt ook no heed
of there lics o f the  mighty dead.  The sexto n s topped t o li s te n  when
they wer e nea rly out of range, a nd wa s fairly  carrieda w ay by th e
' go'  of  th e or ator.

'Doan' t he d oit nate ral !' he s aid  wi thent hu siasm toDavid, a ft er 
a  p ass age s p eciallyan d u nf lat terin g ly dev otedto h im se l f.'Lor'
b l es s yo,it  d on't  hu rt  me.ButI  do  loikea bit o'goo d  spe ak in ,
'at I  do. If finewo rrds wor p en nyloaves , that yoo ng gen'leman ud
get a l i vin ais y!An as  for  th' owdpew , I cu d g o  skrik in abo ut th 'str e e ts my s e l,  if  i t ud do ah a 'po rth o 'good .'

Dav id's brow cleared, and , by the time  th ey h a d  g one ah und re d 
ya r d s further, inst ead of fig ht i ng  the goodm an,  h e asked  a favo ur
of him.

' D'yo thin k as thee r' s on y b ody  in Hawort h as wou ld lend m e  a se e to' ya n o ' Miss  B ron te'stalesf oran ho ur?' h esaid,redde ni ng
furio usly, as they stopped a t thesexto n's  gate.

' Why tobe sure,mon
 youth_yields itself_so hungrily.

The sexton startled_him by_tapping_him on_the_shoulder. 'Time to_go
home, yoong man._My sister she told_me to say_good_neet to yer, and
she wishes yo good luck wi your journey. Where are yo_puttin_up?'

'At the_"Brown_Bess,"'_murmured the boy ungraciously, and_hurried
out. But the good man,_unconscious of_repulse and kindly disposed
towards his sister's waif, stuck_to_him, and, as_they walked down
the churchyard together, the difference between the_manners of
official and those of private_life proved to_be_so_melting to the
temper that_even David's began to yield. And_a little incident of
the walk mollified_him completely. As they turned a corner_they
came upon a bit of waste_land, and there in the_centre of_an
admiring company was the sexton's_enemy, mounted on_a bit_of wall,
and dealing_out their deserts in fine style_to those meddling
parsons_and their underlings who despised genius_and_took no heed
of_the_relics_of the_mighty dead. The_sexton_stopped to_listen_when
they were nearly out of range,_and_was fairly carried away by the
'go' of_the orator.

'Doan't he do_it_nateral!' he said with_enthusiasm to David, after
a passage_specially and unflatteringly devoted to himself._'Lor'
bless yo,_it don't_hurt me. But I do loike a bit o' good speakin,
'at_I do. If fine worrds wor_penny loaves, that yoong_gen'leman ud
get_a_livin aisy! An_as_for th'_owd pew, I cud go skrikin about_th'
streets mysel,_if it ud do a ha'porth_o' good.'

David's brow cleared,_and,_by the time they had gone_a hundred
yards further, instead of fighting_the good man, he asked_a_favour
of_him.

'D'yo think as theer's onybody_in Haworth as would lend me_a seet
o' yan_o' Miss Bronte's tales for an hour?'_he_said, reddening
furiously, as they stopped at_the_sexton's gate.

'Why to be sure, mon