The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1871-02-21

reply was left at the door III am an
applicant for the racant place, d you ,eil'
take that of masters mate"
"Good," cried the doctor; Il always
advocated giving women every liberty in
these matters
"But will stump you yet, doctor said
Hubert. That evening Cough was to
lecture in the village, and my friend went
not to hear Cough, but to see Miss Jen.
ME Morton at a distance. Somehow in
the stupefaction of revived hope he had
not thought of going to the house to see
her yet. He had postponed his departure
and had thrown away his scruples. Know.
ing how much opposition he would have
to contend with, he thought if he thought
at all, that he must proceed with caution
But some time after the lecture began he
discovered the Morton family with.
out Jennie Slowly it all dawned upon
him. She was at home waiting for him
He was near the front of the church in
which the lecture was held, and every
inch of aisle was full of people. To gel
out was not easy. But as he thought Of
Jennie waiting,it became a matter Of life
and death. IF the housc had been on fire
he would not have been more intent OIL
making his exit. He reached the door
he passed the happiest evening of his life
only to awake to sorrow, for Jennies
father is dead set against the match"
"He has no right to interfere" said thu
doctor, vehemently. "You see stant
by my principles"
"But if l tell the story out am afrait
you would not" said Hubert.
"Why, isn't it done ?"
81 beg your pardon, doctor, for having
used little craft. l had much at stake
l have disguised this story in its details
But it is true, am the hero"
The doctor looked quietly towards hi
daughter. Her head was bent low Owe
her book. Her long hair hung about i
like curtain, shutting out all view o
the face. The doctor walked to the othe
window and looked out. Hubert sa
lake a mummy. After q minute DR.
Hood spoke.
"Cornelia -
She lifted face that was aaame.-
Tears glistened in her eyes, and doub
not there was prayer in her heart.
"You are brave girl. l had othe
plans. You have right to choose 70
yourself. God bless you both. But it,
a great pity Hu is not a lawyer. HI
pleads we'll" So saying he put on hi
hat and walked out.
This is the conversation that Hubert re
peated to me that day sitting in his owl
little parsonage in Allenville. A minut
after his wife came in. She had bcel
prescribing for the minor ailments of SOM
poor neighbors. She took the baby from
her crib, and bent over till that same lon
hair curtained mother and child from
sight.
: III think" said Hubert, that you folk
who write love stories make great mis-
take in stopping at marriage. The honey
moon never truly begins until conjuga
affection is enriched by this holy partne,
ship of loving hearts in the life OF
child. The climax of love story is nc
the wedding. 1t is the baby"
"What do you call her? l asked.
"Hope," said the mother.
"Hope Valentine" added the fathe
with significant smile.
"And you spell the Hope with an "a,
| believe" said.
"You naughty Hu," said Mrs. Corn'
: liza. you've been telling. You thin
! that love story is interesting to other
because you enjoy it so much !"
The EY-CONsUL AND THE LANDLApY.