The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1868-09-23

ing to me. | make a yearly bargain
with my especial horde, that they
shall let me do what | can for them,
They dine with me by, threes, in turn.
and after dinner we have lessons.
julie and Lizzie were so especially
bright that | got a notion of educat-
ing them for teachers, and / thought
the academy would be an improve
ment on the common schools; but it
was a sore trial for them. How have
they got through the day?" ha
Nicely" | answered. The schol-
airs have quite patronized them" 4.
a"Ohr L am very gladl" said Miss
Faith. was afraid they might be
insolent to them. How do you like
Winton. Miss FleteherY. 5eTSi al -
Mrs. Will, who had been continu1
ally pacing mp and down, paused at
the door. 81 -5at - B1A
Hear the birds sing, Faitht'' she
said I" they sing just as they used@-as
they used so many years ago. l Won
der what's the reasonY "a. ~ non
Perhaps they don't. learn new
songs, dear, said Miss Faith. softly,
their old ones are so pretty .sE
All, murmured Mrs. Wall, let
ting her bright glance wander out Of
the door, perhaps it's thatl but it
frets met makes me want to remem-
Der. and | never cam never can"
Miss Faith went and took her hand
gently.
we shall both remember some
time, sshe said. in low voice, s and
Know What it all meant.2 = X
!. Perhaps he'll tel me sometime
Faith-the times so Tong coming!P y
og' Oh, notEyerYg long, Miss Faith
answered. = Wont you rest awhile,
now?" 0&ANEARs sr Be- rFops
-" It's great pity Bridget islrihg-
ing the supper bell, she continued,
coming back to me; there's a glo-
rious sunset; but, as practical folks
say, supper's necessary and sunsets
amt so we'll favor the first. Come,
Mrs. Tina l"aGQ fo1sleI NHosW ss0n
a gentleman was standings at one of
the windows as we came into the
dining room somewhat understood, q
but rudy and stoutly made, with
strongly marked features, keen blue
eyes, and mass of iron grey hair
swept off his brow. The severe grav4 1
ity Of the face rendered it unattraet-
i've to an ordinarygOs server. .sIM r-,d
Miss Faith introduced him simply
as Mr.. Candy. - ''''''' -io4
When we were seated, he said
grace, the shortest and most effective \
ever heard uttered zino tots1f -
Oh, God, give US kind hearts /:
give us thankful and faithful hearts,
and bless us. ~ 1iost.fIao agsilsr FbaI
Mr.. Candy" said Miss Faith,
when the meal had commenced, how
has Matthew managed with the tn
lips? IS. loli. ..l''i -. ,.i2'' ,s
"Passably we'll. He wants expe
rience. / looked to them. s.a 5lsl
But can't have you burdened
with the care of my garden. Matthew
must learn" s
The burden of a gardenl" said
Mrs. Wall, suddenly. What light !
burden that must be! wsa
The bees carry the most of it,
remarked Mr.. Candy. 5lat1ac N
You remember that little poem
you read me?'i said Miss Faith.
" How, coming from the enchanted
garden, . an.
Tue laden bees dropped sweetness from
Upon the scsntIess flowers. ~
! That is such a pretty faneyi Are
you fond of flowers and poetry, Miss
Fletcher? L mean are You senti
''I'm somewhat inclined that way"
| admitted.
Sense and sensibiIity approach
nearly there, observed Mr.. Candy.
" Don't they meet?" Miss Faith
suggested. M fl4s'
"1rhey never meet. One side or
the other, always-and sense pays,
better" Is iaa"io.l ..ot
Now, that is unjust 50" said
Miss Faith. 81 have ma
MIA y for beauty IN myself, but
if picaninny Martha was here, she
would tell you how extremely practi-
cal / can be in case of need. .-''
You are the exception to all my
rules, : said Mr.. Candy, looking at her
with something like reverence; o. yet
exceptions prove rules. =.
And, speaking Of piccaninnies,
continued Miss Langley believe
they have all gone home. l told
Bridget to give them supper, but her
life Is catalogue of omissions" .
lo5When tea was over, and Miss Faith
and | were in the parlor alone, I
could not help remarking on the
blessedness OF silence after the ever,
lasting chatter of school.
Still one wants the privilege of
choosing, Miss Langley said. "a ~
Are you ever lonely?" l asked, In
surprise. a,oe,I.'49
Why. I'm not exactly Home, lornr
creetur,' e-she laughed: $ butI have
my blue times, too now I'm going to
tell Won about .Tulo and ;zzsa - YStrC
1t was simple story-a common
one made uncommon by the eloquent
desolate home, aud two lives starting
all in the dark; then the lives taken
and setin the sunlight to learn hOw
to grow. tnalsh. .o ttuaoo gsoi,
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