, 1864-07-24

fou must be lonely here, my dear. This
1s not very llTsly place, and you have al
wn.s lived lii the city" slid the old minister
OF W, as stood at the gate Vi the par
Confessed that hc was right; and certain
ly OF all stupiu pinces W was the most
stupid, though 1 did not tell him that, of
"You'd like something to read, would you
not ~ was the next query, q All, l thought
co. Well, my dear, III lend yon one uf my
old sermons, on which I pride myself
Quite doctrioal sermon GU .prcdestination.
trotted In bis ministerial looking dressing
gown up the parsonage stairs, which might
little front study, which, had It
been'more convenient and better furnished,
would bare reflected more credit on
with PIPER parcel tlei with tape, gave 1t to
me-, and shock hands With me over the gate
with smile. But whcn, coming to the head
Of the lane, turned about for moment, I
snw him looking after me-, shaking his head
hensible manner. I concluded, after rciiec-
tton, that he did not approve of pink drese,
and thought that curl5 und round hat, with
flowers in 1t, were ranitics, and being Of
mild and pitltu!, instead Of y1ndictive na-
ture, shook bis head and wept Instead of
scolt!,ng. lie was very old, you must re-
membeF-orcr seventy.
took the sermon home, and sitting down
by 1ty chamber window, composed myself
to the task Of reading It, though ut that day
was by no means fond Of sermons In any
euvelop Of Tissue Paper, and glanced at the
first seutencc. It did not begin much like =
sermon. hop. that did not encourage me
to rocecd.
She was very beautiful girl. think I
al o4Y,ra
though l know We ere very apt to bc mlslcd
By cur Imagination, and that the eye makes
it- own teauty, But no one could have
thought her anything but pretsy,standing By
the garden gats with her apron full OF wild
flowers, and her cuEle, lifted by the wind,
dancing rnuud her forehead Ike 4 swarm Of
golden bees.
MY daughter Rose.'' said her father and
| she put her little white hand into mine US i
| child might have done, jnst rs simply and
| Shake /. and let it 60 Instead Of keeping it.
| But there was somebody else 70 shake hands
] aleo, und he, standing on the other side OF
Deacon Olmstead, put out his long, lank fln-
! gers. In black silk gloves, and performed the
ceremony WHICH he always went through
| with lin, aud which could not have been
agreeable 10 anything except the yiIlase
"Mr. Bs;rerworth," said Deacon Olmstead,
waving bis hand tow 'rls mr companion with
inrretsI;nt, M Dore,' and be glanced
Mt me-. Who should say be Is OF no impoE-
| tauce.
us tea ready ny dears''
| She rei lice that tea was ready, and we
went into the handsome old.fashioued house;
fer We were going to take tea with Deacon
| Oiustrad, aid, moreover, to spend the
! Eight beneath bis root, having come to W
| On church business: Deacon Ollnsteai max
lre point always OF entertaining two young
! ministcrs On such occasions.
The Kev. Benjamin Bitterworth WAS much
was. had bean lstcly called to struggling
little church exceedingly unfortunate u the
way of difficulties and siebts, where the con
| grrgaii ion seldom paid uuy salaTy, and RlWnyf
| considered tkemseyes ill-used ~ the minis
ter who, In turn. WAS somehow injured by a
peTsorage called Elder 'Baghaw, and some
body was always accused ofmisapp1opriaiing
the church funds, never could discover wh Al
they were. And the Rev. SIlas Snow, having
| taken French leave in great disgust the con-
gresatio1 bad called for an entszpEisins
Young n.lnIete1, and I had been selected
But, for Benjamin Bit,crworth, q warm mes,
lud been ready, and every one predicted hin
iu.a.snse success. His was country church
also, hut 1t was rich one, and he had friend.
and inhucnce aud everything which haf
not. Deacon Olmstead sho sed that ht
knew this By everJ glance Of his eye ani
| tone ofvoice.
But Rose Olmstead. who-her father being
wilower-was mistress Of the house, ex'
hibited no such pas1iallts. On the contrary
think she liked me tie btsti and though
Benjamin Blt1erworth, long aud lauk, q hopt
it was uot envy that made me th1nk him SC
yerv plain, leaned across the table to talk u
her In his oily tones over and over again
somehow she always returned to our old c3n'
versaiion rs often a. she could, and mad.
me very happ5 With her gtEl!sh prastle.
She Knows The village which had been ny
! boThool.s home, and Ind been and spohel
to n sister Of mine, dead years before 30 ~
found many things ID cauInon. But ever
had G had none-had We spoken In Language
nn{ntelIfgible to each other-l IN sure tina
ro have at beside Rose Olmstead, with he
., "a looking into mine. not boldly, onl
frankly, would have been worth the mos
eloquent words that ever tell from any othe
woman's lips.
It was very happy evening; for atferwar'
| ii the e1oaminE, ne went out upon the porch
I T. and sho took me down to sec the roses In tn
garden and the honey suck1c atbor over tn
little sent where she sat every afternoon
: work, and We stage 50 long that Deaco
3 Clusiead came down after us and scolde
D Rose for wetttng her feet with the dew an
+ had something very important to s3y to nj
r 50 that Benjamin BitterWorth offered h]
e arm to Rnse to escort her through the "a
: dan, while I walked on behind with ht
8 father. -.-
a to the parlor, and aoon there were family pra.
. eys snd genial s.oud night But It befnz
e bright srmmer's night. With al the wtndo :
open, l, sitting at miuc. sud looking Al q