Tramping in Adirondacks.

Baptized Elizabeth at Harris's." It was almost like eavesdropping to come in this way upon that curiously abrupt Ware-like statement of the minister's: "Tramping in Adirondacks.
Baptized Elizabeth at Harris's." The discussion in the parlor had become heated, and occasionally words in a voice not Ware's reached Sylvia distinctly.

Some one was alternately beseeching and threatening the minister.

It was clear from the pauses in which she recognized Ware's deep tones that he was yielding neither to the importunities nor the threats of his blustering caller.

Sylvia had imagined that the storms of life had passed over the retired clergyman, and she was surprised that such an interview should be taking place in his house.