The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1874-07-23

meet her. After the accustomed saluta
tions between young ladies, the new
conner dropped down upon the seat and
exclaimed:
"'Oh! Clara! my breath is nearly gone
did not get your letter until fifteen
minutes ago, and hurried every step of
the way here, for fear that l should be
too late to meet you. / am delighted
that you decided to enter the seminary
here Where in the world did you fall
in with our Principal, and where is he
now? Has he gone to get a carriage for
your
81 am sure don't know what you
mean, Grace she replied. Il haven't
seen the Principal
Haven't seen him.. said Miss Grace.
with an amazed look. of course you
have seen him. When l first caught
glimpse of you from the car door you
and he were standing together in this
seat and he was speaking to YOU
"' Oh! no, Grace. Your eyes could not
have served you Alright, said the selfish
young lady who had carried herself so
disagreeably and haughtily, with good
deal of agitation and very red face.
1t cannot be possible that the man
whom you saw talking to me was MIR.
Gaylord. You surely must be trying to
play joke on me. beg of you to tell
me that it was not he
- cannot, my dear; for it certainly
was he replied Miss Grace. Why,
what is the matter, Claras Didn't you
like himg If you did not, am sure you
will when you become acquainted with
him. He is one of the most refined and
agreeable men in the world, and his wife
is just as agreeable as he is. | thought
that you were one of the most fortunate
of girls when your father told me that
they had consented to take you to board
! wish that | were in your place
s. You'd wish you were anywhere but
in my place if you knew what
Miss Grace interrupted her in her
sentence by exclaiming:
why, here is Mr.. Gaylord now
"Mr Gaylord she said as he was
passing, without looking toward them,
this young lady, whom you were speak
ing to a few minutes ago, is my friend,
Miss Clara Evans, whom we were expect
ing to-day
He turned, and, stepping into the
seat in front of them, gave his hand to
the young lady with who he had rode
thirty miles that morning, and smilingly
said:
"' How do you do, Miss Evans? 1t
gives me pleasure to make your ac-
quaintance When first saw you, with
your books and packages, l felt pretty
sure that you were the young lady whom
we expected down from Summerville this
morning, and as soon as l heard your
fathers voice l was confirmed in my
opinion. Now that you know me, Miss
Evans, and know that am not q carpen-
ter, you will permit me to take your
things for you and see you into a car
riage, will you not"
"As he stopped and took her packages
from her, he asked, in low tone
"'Have you ever thought, Miss Evans,
that it would be well for the revisers of
the New Testament to omit to state in
the new revision that Christ was car
penter? You know some people might
feel so much greater reverence for him
if they did not know that humiliating
fact
"She stood like one transfixed and
neither answered his questions nor OBJ
jected to his taking all of her bundles.
Then she meekly followed him out of
the cars. Her face was SO crimson and
she looked so utterly crestfallen that
your tender-hearted aunt said that she
could not help pitying her, richly as she
merited the lesson. But could not pity
her, Alice, she had shown such thor
oughly selfish and disagreeable spirit.
And wished that the white headed old
man had remained in the car long enough
to witness her discontinue. think
that he would have said again: That is
just what she deserved And l told
your aunt so and she said that she hoped
that the poor girl would SO profit by that
days experience that she would never
deserve to be SO humiliated again"
"And l hope, Uncle john" said Alice
in a softened and subdued tone as Mike
came up to the door with the carriage,
that never again shall merit the re-
buke conveyed in your story. N. Y.
Independent.