He pointed out that by letting off most of the glebe land and pretermitting David's "pocket-money" he might secure a young and energetic Welsh-speaking curate, the remainder of whose living-wage would--he felt sure--be found out of the diocesan funds of St.David's bishopric.
The Revd.

Howel let him have his way (This was after David had returned to Fig Tree Court) and by the following June a stalwart young curate was lodged in the village and took over the bulk of the progressive church work from the fumbling hands of the dear old Vicar.

He was a thoroughly good sort, this curate, troubled by no possible doubts whatever, a fervent tee-totaller, a half-back or whole back--I forget which--at football, a good boxer, and an unwearied organizer.

Little Bethel was sold and eventually turned into a seed-merchant's repository and drying-room.

The curate in course of time married the squire's daughter and I dare say long afterwards succeeded the Revd.