The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1869-04-22

Nuab very lcW VI AuclI utlkuooIo tNcu
knew that Mrs. Shellcubargcr was
not as well as usual. Biddy, as she
called herself. had tidied the poor
lady up In a wonderful manner.
Joel Shellenbarger sat down to the
daintily-spread table and made a
most hearty aud kconly relished meal,
glanciug askance at Biddy mean
while. AusoL, strange TO say, ate
very little, aud watched Biddy as
kauce too.
This was only the beginning Of the
reforms this daring girl instituted -
First, however, as much, pcrhaps,
for her own peace Of mind as Anson' $
knowing that mother aud son
were fast friends, aud always Of one
miud-sho told her secret to Mrs.
Shclloubarycr and fairly whecdled the
good lady into approval, 1t is true
that she shook her head at first, and
looked wonderfully shocked. But it
was so charming to have those soft
little hands autteriug about her, and
to see such brightness aud comfort
spring up around, that she could not
for her own sake help countenancing,
as much as silence could, Biddy's
mysterious presence.
l haven't time to give you all the
! particulars but having made SO good
a beginning, with a tEue Irish facili-
ty, Biddy established herself in a
very short time, completely ia tho
grace Of the old man. lie had a
lurking liking for ncatness and or
der, and Mrs. Shellcnbarger-poor
lady-wasn't a very tidy house keep.
er. Under the new reign order grew
out of chaos the house seemed in
holiday garb all the time, and an at
mosphore of social checrfuluess per.
vadod everything.
One moruing-Biddy had said
something about leaving the day be.
Core-the old man entered grum-
bling complaint to Anson with ~
never see no good come from educa-
tion yet. lf it hadu't a been for
that college business. you might have
taken a liking to sensible gr. and
she to you.r lie glanced at Biddy
as hn spoke. She turned scarlet, and
came near dropping the dish she was
holding. II was not the Grst time
Anson had heard such iusinuatious,
aud he rather enjoyed them.
"Seo here, father" he said, no
guishly, "just you pick mo out a
wife, aud SEQ what will come of it,"
"Tho only girl know of, worth
having, won't have you. dare say
would you, Biddy p Joel said,
grumbliugly, but suddenly turned to
tho girl.
\ An.on sm't,uS tuu'tviOuv,5,--
Bridget O'Flynn had kept Barbie''
lover most tnntalizipg distance all
this time. He was taking his re-
venge now. Making n des crate eff.
fort, Biddy raised her confused sen
ses to say, with considerable self.
possession
"Shure, sir, an it isn't meselI
that'll be afther havin' any mon till
I'm asked"
"Biddy, will you have mo? said
Ansou, gravely, extending his hand
II will that, now said Biddy
promptly, putting her hand in his
while old Joel came near checking
with amazement. 1t was too late tc
recede, however, whether he had
really wished such a thing or not, ms
they soon made him understand. -
lie went out of doors and piuchcd
himself, TO ascertain whether he was
In his senses or not. Seeing the two
standing by the window in close con.
versation soon after, he crept with the
same lauadble intention toward them
under tho cover of the bushes that
grew near the house.
"Now, Barbic," Anson was saying
lnughingly, "what is to bO done noxti
| must say you've managed wonder
fully, so far; but what do you sup
pose he'll say when he knows you are
not Biddy at all u
"Not Biddy at all |" screamed
Joel Shellenbarger, struck with a
sudden suspicion of he knew not
what, as he started out of his covert.
There stood Biddy, the white frilI
of her close cap as immense as ever
She laughed though, when she saw
/, him, aud deliberately taking off hel
cap, she shook her bright curls all
over her face, and reaching toward
hir her little hand, said archly:
"Shure, sir, an ye won't be afther
baliu' a poor girl because her names
Borbie Halstead inetoed of Biddy
o. Flynn
"You-yOu Professor Halstead'i
girl2"
professor Halstesd is my father
SIR" said Barbie, in her natura
tones.
"What's that ?"
Barbie repeated IL.
"And you're not Irish 2"
"Nive- a bit -
The old mat stood a moment
clouds gathering in his face.
"Well, Anson," said he, rather
surlily, you've outwitted me again-
much good may it do you. You'C
better get the horse out now, anC
take Halstead's girl home. lie must
want to see her by This time"
"Yes, SIR" and Anson colored
with mingled rage and amusement
Barbio did not change couutenance
however. Extending that pretty
hand Of hers again, sho said, sweet
lyi "You'll shake hands with me
sir?"
Joel Shellenbarger turned baol
and gave his hand awkwarily. TIL,
, g.rl took 1t in both of hers. bending
, her bright. arch face toward him, anC