The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-03-18
THE PASTORS LIEUTENANT.
4 story for BUSY Bodies in General.

Miss Jellaby rose at six one beautiful
August morning, and throwing open her
chamber window, snutied once or twice
at the fragrance coming up from the roses
in the garden below. Then she hunted a
moment for her spectac'es upon the bureau,
and putting them Oh, looked eagerly at
Randall cottage over the. way. A ve.y
modest, metty little house Il was, with
roses and syrngas growing under each
window, and woodbine and jessamine
climbing over the door but Miss Jellaby
was not admiring its beauty just then She
looked up at :. front window, on the Sec
ond floor, and gave a vicious snort.
Gas expected She isn't up yet, and
here it is six o'clock! And where is he,
wOnder?"
Before she had time to answer the ques
ton as it was asked-mentally- front
door of the cottage opened, and Miss Jel-
laby shrinking behind the curtain, saw 81
handsome sun-burned man coming out,
and go down the garden walk, with Sc
gar in his mouth 1t was easy too see by
the slight roll il his walk that he was a
sailor, though for the matter of that, his
bearing handsome face, and frank hearty
manner, would have told the tale, if he
bad never stirred a step. With his hands
in his pockets, b sauntered among the
to say good morning to the tairest, and
always removing the cigar from his lips
when he did SO.
Gle couldn't do more if he was speak
ing to woman" said the spinster, ap-
plying her eye to a hole left purposely in
the white curtain. ''The man is mad
about flowers, | do believe, and she is q
touch beyond him, if such Il thing can be.
All, there she comes-and dressed in blue
gineham, too, wonder what her morn
ing gowns cost her a year? And her
slippers-oh, mercy, there they go right
through the wet-well, THERE
Words failed the worthy sIinster Mean
while the owner of the slippers-and very
pretty little affairs they were-bronzed,
laced, and rdsetted with spangle that
shone like a dew -drop-tripped down tine
walk SO lightly that the gentleman did not
hear her step, and, coming upon him as he
bent over bed of violets, gave him a
push that sent him on his face among
them. To see her laugh Ito see him
blunder up and chase her through the
alleys-to see him kiss her when he pris-
nned her at last in his strong srlns-and
to see her pretend to box his ears for it
was sight for loving heart to watch
but Miss Jellaby, over opposite, tainted
away with horror. She rang her bell vio-
lently, and a square-faced, sour-looking
woman, who had lived with her for years,
made her appearance.
"Susan!"
"Well," said the amiable domestic,
briefly.
Before Miss Jellaby could speak, the
unconscious pair in the opposite garden
transgressed against prOpriety again.
walking mp and down in broad day
| light, with his arm around her waist--just
look at her, Susan! Do You mean to
stand there and tell me that that man is
only her brOther?"
"Dear me. ma'am- how can / tell. l
only know that they look alike, and that
they have the same name, Helen and
Philip Graham, was told"
"Humph! It's my opinion that some
one ought to speak to Mr.. Fullerton"
"The minister? What tor?"
"Are you such fool, Susan, as not to
see what it all means? They are no more
brother and sister than you and are"
swell, what are they then?''
"That remains to be told-the wretch
es! But Mr.. Fullerton will soon set them
to rights l shall go and see him after
breakfast. l don't know what the poor
man would do without me-"
"Have some peace, l suppose" NUT
tered Susan, under her breath, as she fol-
lowed Miss Jellaby down to the parlor.
Breakfast being over, Miss Jellaby sal
lied forth to the parsonage.
The clergyman was quiet, peace-lov-
ING man. somewhat timid withal, and the
spinster always overpowered him with her
arguments when she attempted to do so.
She stayed nearly half an hour with him
at the expiration of that time people who
were ON the lookout saw her conveying