The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-07-15

seehis 10 me ne sara something or other ABOUT
getting you to help him. But he speaks 50
slow, and ! was so all clustered up with the
news, that didn't rightly take the sense Of his
talking. Bless me how I'm wasting my time
with you cant stay bitlonger All I've
got to say is''-she jumped up and tied her
green calash--" that if any NdUer romdn has
set up TO come here and lord it over ny farmer
folks, she'll find herself pretty much mistaken ,
hey, Miss Ray"
g | shall form no opinion of the second Mrs
Young" said Mrs. Ray, ireezingly. L" would
not wish to say anything to the prejudice Of a
ministers rife, whatever her faults may be"
This speech was delivered with an mir Of
sublime impartiality, somewhat counteraeted
by the sarcastic curl of the lips which uttered
it.
Hem well, folks will make up their own
minds, and you cant help it must be Jog
ging. Good day." and with shuttle of ell
bow, feet and head, she took herself out of the
doorway
well, really" soliloquzed cheerful little
Miss Polly, after the door had banged. Its
the queerest thing I've heard this many day
| wonder how old she isn
You'll know soon enough shortly replied
Mrs. Ray who stood in no great awe Of the
penetrating powers of her present company.
And Southerner, too" went ON Polly ~
hope-may.be she won't bring her slaves, will
she - She said, in a tone of inquiry.
"Nobody knows!' returned Mrs. Ray
stitching with tremendous vehemence at the
pillow-case she was making. 1--WE shall have
to put up with her, whatever she does, that :
certain" said she biting her lip in suppressed
modification and yexation.
well, now, that's the way reason" said
the charitable little spinster, in pleased tone.
You zee, we must make allowance for her
bringing up, and her being used to all sorts of
outandish ways. Maybe she's no ways worse
than many another might be, after all hope
she's good, pious woman You don't suppose
| the minister would fetch us right dressy crea-
ture, like what they say Of the Southcrners, do
| you ~
81 cannot answer for any freak Mr. Young
may have taken into his head He has changed
his views, that is very certain she replied. EN-
phatically "Not that it concerns me in thu
least, my dear; for you very well know med
die with nobody's business but my own Liy,
and let live il my motto. But when man
once gets Eighty, there is no telling what h
may do; and Mr. Young has sometimes beer
called-well ! won't say anything to his dis
advantage. hope he has found IA suitable
help-meet!n said she, formally, Frightening
herself up in the consciousness that he NIGH
have found one much more suitable, without
having iourneyed so far
Aunt 'Iiph meanwhile, was going he,
round, spinning out the news, and intcrspersinl
it with various remarks upon the Widow Rays
yexaton in receiving it.
And it's my mind y said she, the Widdel
Ray was dead in love with the parson, anC
thought to catch him for herself and she
halfa-dozen years older than he too! Well
well If worst comes to worst, I'd about az lie
be lorded over 10y a stranger, rs by that prouc
woman of wilder! But there amt nobOdi
going to tread upon me! J"
| The villagers listened, exclaimed, and won
dered Some blamed few smiled approx
ingly. But most seemed to hold their judg
ment suspended, in intense curiosity Severa
of the women headed by Mrs. Ray and Mrs
Deacon Johnson, formed "bee" to clean dI
the house. Others brought substantials for thu
brides pantry--bread, dough-nuts butter
cheese, aud the like Their husbands stoweC
away barrels OF beef, pork, and Hour in thu
cellar One, a quiet, lady-like invalid person
age who seldom crossed her own threshold
ventured out, on damp morning, too, to n,
range the brides chamber This had bee
2 left to her, by common consent for everybod
| except Mrs. Ray, was accustomed to think an
say, "Nobody has such tasty mays as Mrs. Sell
Stephens" Really, the brido-chamber d
look tasty" in its drapery of pure white, fe
TONED with evergreens from the woods. an
myrtle from Mrs. Stephens's house boxes; 70
not flower was up in the gardens whit
satin toet-cushion was laid on the whittier dim
ily cover of the dressing-tablc; and wreatl
Of artificial orange f1owcrs--Mrs. Stephens
own wedding wreath-lastened the blonde vel
of the little mirror in Its place. There seemed
to be general wish that the minister's new
wife should think well of everybody, whatever
everybody might choose to think of her
Such were the preparations made in our vl
lage for our minister's second wife
| TO BE CONTINUED.