Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-12-29

tno lars Instance, lct as say. but some
tinnes the most distant things are made
nearer by chance, just as lightning brings
q distant landscape forward; and so it hap.
pcned that, Is the Curate was bending
over one little crippled child, with bis
/ voice softened and his eyes and face made
beautiful by love, Katie bent down too
and said 1908
20, Mr. Jobson, wha. happy day you
| have given us.'
| a happy day = said the parson; !" why
| ii is not ended yet; there's my dinner to
come yet for the big folk in the large room
| in the mission house"
/ well, THAI is jollyl" replied Katie
who, like strong, healthy young woman
had a good appetite and began to feel
hungry. But 1t will not be better than
this; here all the people are so happy and
| "In bearing what most of us would
never bear" said the Curate solemnly,
they are indeed. But"--and, as wrang-
Ter, Jobson was bound not TO allow every
generalization-" what says the Laureate ?
and he's genius, you know:
Take moi word for II, Sammy; the poor in q
1oomp Is bad."' t43
You see he's wrong, and you're wrong
| generalization Is always wrong"
| The little child had hold of his stronger
| finger and looked up into his kindly face.
| The cleric stood in his black cassock
fitting tightly across his broad manly chest,
cir. with his surcingle, and looking as if
he could knock down Bel, and the Dragon
too, with his strong hand. He was model
of health and strength and goodness, three
/ things which all women like; he was
| gentle as the south wind, and as strong as
q storm when he liked and Katie, seeing
in him the embodiment Of power and wise
goodness, let her eyes sparkle with love as
| they met his This completely f1oored the
| Curate, thus to be attacked on his own
stronghold.
"Hallop he thought to himself, for he
could read look, and his eyes fell.
Generalization" he murmured; then
clearing his throat, he continued, You
know that rule in logic quoted the other
day, Miss Brownjohn!-B cela-
rent"
Katie did not give him time to finish
"That seems to be pet quotation of
yours, Mr. Jobson"
at is; it is SO generally useful; it is a
| favorite," said the poor man, rather con-
| fused.
81 irish + was Barborap' said Katie,
catching the Curate's eyes again.
His famed out with sudden love; hers
fell before them.
"Do you mean that, Miss Brownjohn! 4"
said the Parson, as if he had need TO ask
| that.
Katie's answer was peculiar. The bash
FIJI modest eyes became triumphant, the
blush of maidcnly 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, moment which
gave the color to a life, laughed at the
happiness he saw on both faces, and ed
mired the fine well-grown forms he saw
before him, though he knew that. he
would never be 80 straight, 50 tall, 30
beautiful
"Hallo!" 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"
SAY, ay, sir! cried Prosser, little man
with hunchback, who had been to sea,
poor fellow! till his back developed too
terribly. GAY, ay, sirl"
"Pipe all hands, Mr.. Prosser!"
Prosser stepped up on form and blew
. boatswain's whistle, and the chatter,
noise, fun, and gossip ceased in moment.
"Will you have the pin drop, sir'" asked
Prosser.
"Ne, 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
Messieurs 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 champagne,
an excellent turbet, 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 Wed with
each other in fun and jollity, Symes made
puns by the bushel, and the Bolderos
| laughed, 80 that Maggie Symes was quite
| frightened at them. After dinner all the
guests, by 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.. Brownjohn had
more than repaid him for all the cost he
had been put to, and how the surplus
should be spent in making people happy.
He even told the handsome sum given,
wherein Cabb and Catchitt, not to be be-
hind the senior, made up the sum to fifty.
Need all this be told I! need it be said that
Katie, coming behind her father, said to
him, with kiss, Father, want to give
him something's"
"Quitc right, my darling; it won't be
thrown away, I'm sure"
1 But, father, have given it; you won't
be cross, will your"
Well, you won't ruin me, puss, I
hopper"
| 40 no, papa!" Then something about
| giving away heart was whispered, and
papa, somehow or other, was quite as Joy
GUS rs the Katie he kissed.
Need It be said that the finish took
place in the school-room! The little
children had all cleared of, as Mr.. Prosser
said; the tables were moved, and the decks
cleared, and, in miraculous way, fiddle
or two, q harp, and fife were seated, or at
least their players were, in corner. At
| Mr.. prOsser's signal off went the music