Excerpt from An Ayside Violet In the path near the road were two young men standing convers ing earnestly. Both were handsome and prepossessing in appear ance, but very different in manner and disposition. The taller of the two was dressed in black, and a spotless white neck tie - every article of apparel proclaiming the clergy, but his blonde face lacked power of determination and decision, and his blue eyes held in their depths a shrinking, vacillating expression. He had been invested with ministerial dignity but a few months. And had just reached that point in his Christian career where he felt it a presumption to assert his clergyman-ship, and humiliating to be classed with the worldly portion of mankind. His companion was his opposite in temperament and complexion His dark brown hair waved above a noble brow, and his dark expressive eyes, and proud, sensitive mouth, shadowed by a curling mustache, told of stability, strong determination and tenderness. Stop, Carl! You are rash in your expressions, said Earnest Treherne, the young minister, laying his hand reprovingly on his. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.