Wilmington daily commercial., 1872-08-08

swell, now, Heby, it's good to see your
bonny face" said Mother Biddle, bustling
forward, and giving her comprehensive
kiss that made YOU think of a sunhOwer
smacking a peach-bossom "And amt Miss
Stebbins conner" questioned Mrs. Bidde
'No, ma'am, said Hebe, hesitaling and
sorrowful
''There, girls didn't tell you Lily Steb-
bins was mortal mad at the minister" said
Miss Crane, not too softly for Hebe's ears
"There's beauties, Mr.. Bliss" exclaimed
Mrs. Biddle, cheerily, catching the minister s
coat as he was passing, and lifting the napkin
from Hebes basket you can always count
on something good from Miss Siebbins' oven 4"
Oh, how Hebe blessed the dear soul, in her
heart, for that speeclI
"Your aunt made em, dear?"
"Nno 4 made them, said lIobc, dev0uily
wishing that the tip of Miss Stebhns' little
finger had touched the dough, 50 that she
might divide the honors with her
LA! Mr.. Bliss, off with you now, not a
jumble till supper time" cried the good wO-
man, holding the basket above her head ;
''yOu must save your appetite for the sul-
stantives, she added, unconscious of the arid
grammatical prospect to which she doomed a
hungry man.
''Ah, if you knew on what small ratinns
my housekeeper has kept me for the last
week, starving me on anticipation of TO-
night" pleaded Mr. Bliss, pathcticaly, but
Mother Biddle trotted of to the supper room,
laughing and shaking "A fat finger nj him
Oh, the iollity and good-lullowship attend
ing an Old-fashioned donation paity-tha-
compromise between mcanncss and genet
rOsty, that parody on Justice, that raven-likt
method of feeding starving Eijahs All day
| the goNdly stores pour in; now Il load oi
smooth-skinned hickory that made Squire
| Treats eyes water in the loading; now Il
white hen whose glossy feathers some little
maid kissed before sending ii TO the minister
now IA barrel Of flour, and bag of coffee
and packages of groceries, until the parson
age appears to he in stale of siege. Thef
the delightful hustle, the boiler of coffee
steaming up fragrance, the mothers in Israel
hanging over the groaning supper table anC
wedging in one more plate of goodies, where
to an eye but that of faith there was no room
| for a fairy's tea-cup.
'Friends, we will ask what we all need
Gods blessing Mr.. Bliss stood, with lifted
hand at the head of the table.
The hum of voices was hushed the laugl
and the joke died ON the lips, and all heads
| young and old were reverently bowed wh
he prayed that Love might not be an absen
guest, but that, sitting at one board, they al
might he of one heart and of one mind
Nov, Mr.. Bliss, know you're hankerin!
after one of Hehes jImbes," SAID Mrs. Bid
die when the meal had reached IL stage tina
| justified an attack on the cake
''Thank you remembering past famine
| I'll take two" said the minister, beaming Ol
lIebe over Deacon Bddle's shoulder
That little speech created a demand fo
jumbles that stopped only with the supply
But alas for Hebe her eager eyes, fasenet
on the minister, caught him in the act o
making up the wryest of faces. AT the sam
instant Deacon Biddle, who had taken at
bite two-thirds of a cake, turned purple, gura
ling and spultering alarmingy; "Bless th
mani" cried his wife, promptly doubling hr
over one stout arm and humping his bac
with all the strength of the other n sma
boy between the Deacon's legs, concludn
that boys were fallen ON evil times when ver
geance was overaking deacons, took ligh
ming review of his sins gave himself up fc
lost, and sent up lamenlable wall.
Its that horrid stuff cried several cal
did spirits, and fragments of the cake WEI
dropped on floor and table with small Ger,
mony.
"Who would have thought the young hea
could be so drsp'rt wicked AS to salt don'
tion iumbles" sighed an old lady.
IT'S worthy of sheep in VOLTS clolhinl
that it is, said Cinty Crane, too righteousl
indignant to mind her metaphors.
Concluded in Saturdays Commercial