The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-10-12

NOs 1Os
several of the students, and John Leg
get among them, used frequently to
walk over to the parsonage"
"Joho Legget," interrupted I; "yoo
don't mean that FOSTERING revivalist
whom you wouldn't let me- go and hear
preach last winter, when he was ma.
king such stir in A. ?'
"The very same. Some remote con-
nection of his had been fathers friend,
and this blinded the dear mans eyes.
doubt if he had the dimmest susp;c.
ions of how iueffably offensive Mr.. Leg
get was 10 me.
"He could talk glibly Of the holiest
things. I remember how he used to
ring the changes on spiritual and
spirituality, aud they have been tabooed
terms with me ever since. He invaria.
bly, pronounced any man whom be
| feared, envied, or misunderstood, 'un-
spiritual
"Hls own grossness was perhaps too
deep seated to challenge fathers notice,
and there was no particular overt &C.
on which [ could base complaint ye.
bis mere presence made mo cringe, and
to give him my hand in welcome was
absolute torture to me. Isuppose that
a woman must always be more sensitive
to such impressions than man, oven
one of delicate organization, can be.
"But this is not my story.
."One day, when I was-let me see
t"enty-three or twenty-four years old,
was at hone. Father was making
PASTORAL calls, aud our one servant had
gone away to spend Christmas week.
II had myself been downtown to
make some purchases, as I was gong to
a party that evening. After putting
the flowers I had brought in water, in
apecnng my ribbons, and trying my
new slippers by the dioing-room crate,
as it began to grow dark, I made prep
arations for tea.
"Mrs. President Lott was visiting
our opposite neighbors, and had just
given me recipe for mullins which I
was ambitious to try.
$50, after setting the table in the
dining-room Cexcept eatables, on &C.
count of the heat,) I made my mullins
with pains-taking, and committed them
to tfe oven, where they were to stay
precisely one-half hour, remember, by
the rule; and then, as father had not
returned, it came into my head that I
would dress my hair for the evening,
while waiting for him. I ran up to my
room, but as it was a very cold day,
and the furnace not very active, I did
very improper thing, my dear, aud
suffered the consequences accordingly.
I took my brushes and fathers little
shaving-glass down into the diniug-
room, and, after pushing the tea-table
into the remotest corner, let my hair
dowa, aud soon had it in braiding or
der. I those days braids wore very
elaborate affairs, and smoothness was q
great consideration. my Child
"Now, Aunt Fanny, don't intoduce
irrelevant remarks, but let your eyes
lack right forward, as Solomon says, OF
J won't answer for the consequences to
your blessed wig"
-" l was startled out ola day-drcam
with which was beguiling the tedium
of hair-dressing,-which was even then
a burden to me,-by hearing fathers
Iatch-key in the street-door.
II did not move at first, for father
never would hsve thought that my
dressing-sack wasn't particularly ole-
CANT evening costume, and, besides,
my hair was nearly done; but in a mo-
ment, to my dismay, I heard the voice
Of my bete no;r, Mr.: Leggett, in the
hall, and an unfamiliar voice answer.
ing. I only needed to hear in addi.
ton fathers pleasant tones, as he ssid,
Come right into tho diuing-room, gen.
tlemen, We shall find it warmest there,
to convince me that instant flight va.
necessary. There was no time to choose
doors,-there were only seven opening
out Of that one small room $50
caught at the nearest, aud shut it be.
hind me, leaving al my toilette articles
ut the mercy Of the newcomers.
"Imagine my feelings when 1 found
myself 10 the 'Cloak-cubby,' As We call
ed it, deep, dark closet, With no knob
on the inner side of the door, and the
key.hole minus its key, 50 that the doc,
could only be opened from the outside
I was quite nervous aud fanciful iu
those days, and should have
thought myself So ffocatiug if 1 had been
shut in for five minutes, under ordl-
nary circumstances. Bot then I was
too excited and annoyed to think of my
breathing apparatus.
"Every word Of the conversation that
followed is IS fresh in my memory as it
had heard 1t to-day.
"Father began. sit down by the fire,
gentlemen, and make yourselves 1T
home, while | look up our Fanny'-O
father, father, how could you? Our
Fanny to that man !-'and We will all
have tea as soon as possible, so that you
need not hurry to tho train. Why,
what can the tca-table have done, that
che has mt H. IN thn no~no. 18th :ss