The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-12-22
do you mean that, Miss Brownjohn? !"
'aid the Parson, as if he had need to ask

| " DO you mean tildt, MISS DrOWHJOlH!
said the Parson, as if he had need to ask
| that
Katie's answer was peculiar. The bash
full modest eyes became triumphant, the
blush of maidenly reserve blazed up into
the color of triumph never had she
looked so beautiful, as she held her soft
white hand out to another strong brown
hand which seemed by instinct to be seek
ing for it. The little watchful crippled
boy as he looked up at this, which was
but momentary effusion, a moment which
gave the color to life, laughed at the
happiness he saw on both faces, and adj
mired the fine well-grown forms he saw
before him, though he knew that he
would never be so straight, SO tall, so
| beautiful
"Hallol" cried the Parson, coming to
his senses; "why, it's ten minutes to seven,
and we do all things by clockwork here.
Here Mr.. Prosser; step out, sir"
"Ay, ay, sir!" cried ProSser, little man
with hunchback, who had been to sea,
poor fellow till his back developed too
terribly. "Ay, ay, sir!"
"Pipe all hands, Mr. Prosser!"
| Prosser stepped up on form and blew
boatswain's whistle, and the clatter,
noise, fun, and gossip ceased in moment.
viii you have the pin drop, sirs' asked
| Prosser.
No, thank YOU not nOw.-Ladies and
gentlemen said the ParsOn, "the carvers
and walters are going to dinner leave
you under the headship, therefore, of
| Messeurs Bolton and PrOsser, and hope in
| due time to return and spend the evening.
Mrs. Brownjohn may have the honor ?
-Symes, my dear boy, take Mrs. BOlderO.
Gentlemen, each lady; and now allow
me To lead the way"
| And acapital dinner-capital champs ne,
an excellent turbot fowls, turkey, and beef
and walters who were masters of their
art, had the Curate provided, and never
was company more hungry and more
pleased Crabb and Catchitt We'd with
each other in fun and jollity, SymeS made
puns by the bushel, and the Bolderos
laughed, so that Maggie Symes was quite
| frightened at them. After dinner all the
! guests, by a unanimous vote, constituted
! BrOwnjohn as the chairman, deputing him
to thank Mr. Jobson in their united names
Then Jobson, sly dog! arose and told his
friends simply how he managed matters
and how generous Mr.. BrowniOhn had
more than repaid him for all the cost he
had been put to, and how the surplus
| SilOuiO NC SpcIb III liilhluS iCoplC leppN
He even told the handsome sum given
whereon Crabb and Catchitt, not to be be-
hind the senior, made up the sum to fifty
/ Need all this be told? need it be said that
Katie, coming behind her father, said tc
him, with kiss, Father, want to give
him something's"
Quite right, my darling; it won't be
thrown away, I'm sure"
" But, father, l have given it; you won't
be cross, will you?'
well, you won't ruin me, puss,
hopc?"
90 no, papa Then something abOu
giving away a heart was whispered, anC
papa, somehow or other, was quite as Joy
Osls IS the Katie he kissed
Need it be said that the finish took
place in the school-room? The littl,
children had all cleared OFF, as Mr.. Prossel
! said the tables were moved and the decks
! cleared, and, in a miraculous way, a fiddle
or two. harp, and a fife were seated, or at
least their players were, i'll a corner. At
Mr.. Prossers signal off went the mu tic
and off went the dancers Browniohn
danced with his wife, the Parson took
Katie, Mr.. Crabb secured the little Maggie
Symes, the Queens Counsel footed il with
the bOokbinoer, AID Catchitt was admirably
fitted with ths laundresS as a partner.
Dance, they did dancel
90, by lingo, my dear Mr. Jobson, il
this is your Christmas party, cried Crabb
who looked as our French friends have it
a cascade amjulaate, "book me for the
next If this is co operation, Pm CO
operative-Aim t you Catchitt?"
Yes, it is cooperation of "A sort" said
Jobson, wiping his brow. at is SO very
easy to be happy, if we try to help each
other"
"Bu'," said Katie, as she looked into the
clear eyes of her ideal, LATTER all we must
lore each other first. "-BepaCia (LOnd0R)
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