Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-12-05

and eggs and vegetable soups, and
Mrs. Pullet always sends US a nice
cut of pork and some fresh sausages
when they kill their pig. Oh. we
shall get along somehow, Lisbeth !;
any thing is better than debt
/, Lisbeth looked up with sparkling
eyes.
Polly cried she, swhy don't they
increase papa's salary Six hum
dred dollars year is shameful pit.
lance tor such man as be is.'
| Polly shook her head over the
grapes. Papa isn't young man any
longer, Lisheth,' said she, 'and be
isn't as modern in his ideas as Mr..
Crocus.'
But he is such learned man.
cried out Lisbeth, shaking the vel.
low name out of her eyes. And his
sermons-oh, Polly. they make me
cry, they are SO deep aud so solemn,
and go down into ones heart sol
Six hundred dollars a year, Polly, for
such work and study as that ~
"There is no doubt" said Polly,
soberly, "but that clergymen are, as
a general rule, very much underpaid
in this country"
81 shall never marry q clergyman"
cried Lisbeth, with energy. "No,
Polly. never I'd marry dust man
| firstl For DUST men get their pay, and
clergymen don't, and"
| Lisbeth stopped short, scarlet and
confused, in this rhapsody of hers,
for, CHANGING to look up, she beheld
in the doorway tall and solemn
faced young man, with an umbrella
in one hand and travelling satchel
in the other.
| "We don't want any thing,
please" said she, Jumping at once
to the conclusion that she beheld
book agent, or a vender of patent
polish, or some such itineraDt trades
man.
81 beg your pardon" said the
gentleman, apparently as much en-
barrassed as was she herself; 81
must have mistaken the house. /
was looking for the Reverend Fran
els Fem 7
My good gracious another mis-.
sionary,' murmured Lisbeth, soto uoce
as Polly stepped graoiously forward,
saying,
You are not mistaken. Sir this
is the house. Please to walk into
the parlor, and l will speak to papa
The hest room of the parsonage
was cool and dark, with green paper
shades drawn down, a jar of fragrant
dried rose leaves 10 the fireplace,
and home braided rug of party
colored cloth laid carefully down be-
fore the sofa to hide the darned spot
in the carpet.
Not that chair, please, said Polly,
coloring up to the roots of her hair,
as the unwary stranger advanced
toward certain corner 'the leg is
broken, and we've glued il, and I'm
afraid it's not quite safe. This one
| is better
While Lisbeth, hiding her face in
her apron, murmurs to herself Is
there no end to our humiliations Is
our world olwdys to be full of glue
and patches, and mends and make
shifts p
Lsbeth,' said Polly, returning,
go and call papa
tits another missionary, I'm sure
said Lisbeth, unwittingly pulling
down the sleeves of her brown calico
dress. sAnd l know he'll stay to
dinner, and he's got hungry glare
in his eyes, and there's nothing for
dinner bat barley soup and cab
bage. Oh dear' with a grimace
which made Polly laugh in spite of
herself, L wish the race of missiona-
ries was extinct
The country parson looked mildly
up from the second paragraph of his
Thirdly as Lisbeth came in, SMELL
ing of wild grapes, with an aureole
of yellow hair about her face.
Papa, said she, there's a gentle.
man in the parlor to see you, with a
carpet bag and white neck~tie.'
'Ahp said the clergyman. "A Wis.,
itor, / suppose. He is most welcome.
But | am just at present deep in the
thread of complicated polemic the.
Dry. Make my compliments to the
gentleman, Lisbetb, and beg his in
diligence for quarter of an hour, or
So And the parson dipped his pen
resolutely into the time.stained
wooden standish, as if he was deter
mined to settle the subject at once.
But. papa' Lisbeth had caught
at his coat cuff to reclaim him tenn.
porarily from the abysses of theolog-
ical argument
| Yes, my dear looking absently
at her.
DO you think he'll stay to din
ner p
i shall invite him, my dear, most
assuredly.'
Lisbeth's countenanoe fell But,
papa faltered she, there's nothing
but barley soup
We will serve it with the good
old fashioned sauce of welcome, my
dear said the Reverend Mr.. Fem,
with grave sweet smile, and /
doubt not it will suffice
| Lisbeth founced out of the room
with heightened color and quick, inn
patient breath. 'Paps's an angel
said she to herself, but angels were
never made to get along in this
work a-dsy world She put her
golden head IN the psr!or for an in
slant. Papa is very busy with his
Thirdly said she with roguish
twinkle in her deep hazel eyes, sand
he begs you'll be good enough to
wait until he's through
the stranger bowed and looked
more embarrassed than ever as he an
swered: 'Oh, certainly, certainly. |
am in no haste whatever
| And Lisbstb vent back to her
sister.
| Polly said she. swha. shall we
dor Company to dinner and nothing
to give Them
But We must hare Something
said Folly. fut on your things Lis