Weekly Trinity journal., 1867-06-15
WEEKLY TRINITY JOURNAL.
A Wrecked Life.
BIZ MARY A. KEARLEs.

Bryson and her daughter lives.
''Ah, the old and young lady who sat in the
west pew last Sunday"
"Yes."
Have you called?" asks Mrs Graham.
1" Ne2" with emphasis.
'Yes, aren't you going to be neighborly?'
81 don't associate with every one"
"No, suppose not-but aren't these nice
people?''
"Oh, don't say they are not-I don't believe
in making i'll of my neighbors; if can't speak
well of any one lbelieye in letting them alone"
La, what is it 90
so, nothing, that is, no great but guess if
you saw what see daily you wouldn't think of
calling, they don't suffer for want of company"
Who has been there ?-Ill never mention il
Mrs. Grant shakes her head
Ladies?"
81 never saw any ladies there"
Gentlemen?''
yes, if you call Squire Gregory gentleman" ="
Squire Gregory p Mrs Graham lifts up her
hands in horror.
We will just whisper to the reader that the
masculine in question bore a very evil reputation,
having been fguratiyely speaking, kicked out OF
good society long before.
And you saw him really there? ?" muses. Mrs.
Graham. is it possibel Well one cannot
mistake their character. l am glad we've found
them out in Sleeps clothing"
Mrs. Grant shells her peas for dinner. Mrs
Graham rolls up her knitting work
Don't be in a hurry, Mrs. Graham"
$50, haven't been. By the way. have you
got any yeast you could spare? mine has soured,
and must brew Tomorrow"
Lor', yes-take a cupfuil now, send Jamie
over for it? Going up to Mrs. Merrelis? Here's
her Vide World I-borrowed last week I've been
trying to get John to take it, he likes to read as
well as do, but when he can borrow he won't
subscribe. Tell Mrs. Merrill that think that
story of Esther Serle Kenneth S is the best thing
ever read and am SO anxious to get the sequel
tell Mrs. Merrell to send it as soon she gets
done reading it-you must go?-good morning"
Mrs. Merrell an aristoeratic lady, who lives
in the 1.-TWO story brick" greets her visitor
with quiet and polite good morning. ushering
her into the sitting room. There is canary
bird in gilded cage who is trilling his song
very merrily, and there are blooming flowers in
the windows.
iWill yen lay OF your shakcr?' asks Mrs
Merrell quietly.
80, 'tsn't worth while--I just run in--I was
going up TO the store, and Mrs. Grant wished me
to call and return this paper-here it is fan
ming herself with her shaker, which she had
moved, @ how dreadful warm
' The weather is uncommonly su!try," Mrs.
Merrell takes up tho embroidery she laid aside
upon the entrance Of her visitor, :" we scarcely
feel the heat, however, we have such a good
draught, and there is a very good shade around
the house. Miriam" addressing fair young
girl who had just entered, perhaps Mrs. Gra-
ham will take a glass Of ice-water."
Thank you dear, how cool and nice. By the |
way, have you called on our new townsfolk !"
Wbo?'
"The widow Bryson and her daughter
"Not yet, was speaking to Miriam about call
ing to-day. What sweet girl Miss Bryson ap-
pears to be-rather melancholy though have
you called?"
"Not L."
"Why?
81 don't visit where Squire Gregory does"
Squire Gregory. you must be mistaken"
40, guess not--but I've said more than in
tended to, don't let thatinfuence you-they may
be nice folks but if | had daughter like Mri-
am there, I don't know / should care TO have
her associate with such people"
If that is their character, of course not, " ac-
quiesces Mrs. Merrill O. never dreamed of any,
thing of that kind the old lady seemed high
bred, and her daughter so modest and gentle
Miriam, bring in a plate of those cherries, they
are delicious"
.Bcau,iful I'll take this bunch home to
Jamie, he's so fond of cherries, poor boy" And |
Mrs. Graham takes her leave with a now come
and spend the afternoon when you can, Mrs. |
Merrill
The latter and her daughter sit quietly at their |
work Miriam is finishing dress for herself and |
her dainty fingers fly swiftly at their work by
and-by she looks up.
81 never was so deceived in any ouc in my
life before mother"
{" Nor l."
The two away in silcnce-Dicky chirps
unnoced in his bright cage-the flowers breathe
Gut their perfume unheeded.
I'm sorry aud disappointed" continues Mi |
riam. g | thought she would be such addi- |
tion to our set-but am glad have found |
her out in time. There is the bell now
The caller chances to be Mr.. John Elmere,
chorster lie is good-looking man enough,
and ha, ariao ,Nf.n a,,J IL 10
bits of news and pleasantly to relate 'Ts de-
cided there is to be draft, but il doesn't matter
to him, he will be exempt, his mother is a |
widow and he has two brothers in the army |
Miriam tlushes up at this, and says that if she |
were man she would't wait to be conscriptcd.
He Mr.. John Elmere) could leave his mother |
just as well as her only brother Joe could leave
his mamma, and
But just then Mr.. Elmere remembers his er- |
rand, something about choir meeting Tuesday |
evening, to learn n new voluntary for next Sun |
day, when the new pastor is to preach his FIRST
sermon.
- But you can't guess whom are to have in !
the choir after this continued John Elmere
"a new member. Miss Bryson has splendid
voice. just called this morning and invited
her to join"
Mr.. Elmere.'
"Well."
The naughty Merrill blood is up in moment.
'' If she sings in the choir, don't"
"What?" in surprise.
"Just what l have said. She is said not TO
be very proper person, and if she sits in the
choir next Sunday, leave it.
Liam sure don't know what to DO, stan-
ners the young man. 81 invited her, and II
would be the height of rudeness TO withdraw the
invitation"
Miss Merrill could not help him in this diem
ma and Mr.. John Elmere left the house In very
uncomfortable frame of mind.
The next Sabbath Miss Bryson took her seat
in the choir, agreeable TO invitation. The church
was crowded when she entered, and as the choir
seats were in front, she was observed By the en-
tire congregation.
True to her word Miriam Merrill arose and
left the choir. The sensation occasioned can be
better imagined than described. The young
lady who sat next to Miss Bryson turned her
oack to her and made no offer of her note book
when they rose to sing. She seemed to be avoid
ed as one with plague, her fair face burned
crimson and grew pale as ashes. What had she
oone, what could be the meaning of all this
ar. John Elmere had got himself into fine
.Ss, plekie. The young lady members of his choir