The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-12-22


ers and wheat, as Flora / believe
should have married Harry Ames il il
hadn't been for the mcddlin' of Sarah
Clifford He did love me-and--yes
/ do think l loved him! Well, per.
haDs it's better so; and yet"
"HalIo-o-o" shouted q deep. grufl
voice, over the hedge Of arbor-vita that
separated Miss Pennypackcr's domain
from the residence of the eccentric dis.
ciple Of Galen, who kept house with a
select corps Of men. II wish you'd
keep your hens at home, scratching up
my strawberry beds"
Hens YOURSELF" somewhat illogical,
y responded Miss Pennypacker. "HoW
can they, when l don't keep any,"
"Whose are they, then y
"How should l know! Who are
you" ..'.
"I'm DR.. Ames And l wish you'd
tell your servant girl to leave Off fiirt.
,ny over the fence with my stable man
at least unit! he gets the wagon wheels
washed" .........
"If you are DR.. Ames," philosophi-
cally responded Miss Pennypacker, u
think you might be better employed in
making pills and powders than quar-
relling over the fence with your new
neighbors."
There was moments silence, then
a rustling among the fiat leaves of the
arbor' vite hedge, and round, good.
humored face appeared over the green
luxuriance. "a"
II do believe you are Grace Penny.
packet" said the abjurer of woman
kind.
"Of course am,' sad Miss Grace
land you are Harry Ames, grown older
and not halfso handsome"
"Shake hands," said DR.. Amcs
II would if l could reach," said
Grace.
"Hold on minute, and I'll come
round by the gate exclaimed the doc
tor And this was the hnromantic
way in which two lovers, separated for
eighteen years, met again.
LAS brisk as ever. ell. Grace?' said
DR.. Amcs. "And not married yet?
81 should Mink not" Miss Penny.
backcr answered emphaticalIy.
"And why not?
That's my business"
The doctor looked roguishly up
Miss Pennybacker laughed; she could
not help it.
When Gerty came home, casting
about in her mind how to tell her aunt
that she had promised the Reverend
Carlos Canterbury to take charge of a
class in the Sunday School, she found
Aunt erase chatting familiarly with
the rerocious medical man who was the
terror Of half the country.
81 needn't. tell her just yet" thought
Gertrude, with a relieved heart.
But he catastrophe couldn't be pu
off fol ever.
"Aunty!" gasped Gerty, running ii
to Miss Pennybacker the next day
1.-THE Reverend Mr.. Canterbury is try
ing to open the garden gate. May
60 out and unlock it?"
"Yes, child, yes" said Miss Grace
scratching her nose. "These men vii
somehow work their way in. and
don't see that it's any use struggling
against fate"
So. while Gcrty and the Reveren'
Carlos Canterbury mingled romanc
and theology together in the iron
garden, Harry Ames talked to his oil
sweetheart medley Of amid lang syn
aud asparagus, rhubarb plants and re
proacll, over the hedge in the kltche
garden. O.
"It's all nonsense, I know" sal
Miss Pennypacker to herself, "but Ii
certainly has improved" ...
"Aunty, DEAR" said Gertrude OH
day in October. when the air was fu
Of hazy CLEANS, and the scarlet salyia
nodded their royal banners in front q
"Laurel Lodge" "I wish you woul
tell me what you really think of matr
mony. Am too young for itI"
IAN I too oldt" demanded Aur
Grace, turning, with = look of comics
perplexity, to her niece. .alH..
II don't know what you meal
aunty."
"What do you mean, Gerty1"
"Mr. Canterbury has asked me I
marry him." faItered Gerty, GROWN
pink.
"And I've promised to'be DIR. Anne
wife," SAID Miss Pennypacker; striviu
resolutely not to appear embarrasse'
so, while we're about it, we may
we'll have two weddings"
10, aunty!'' whispered Gertrud
nesting close up to Grace. "l'm {
A..