Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-11-27

oeiore roiy came fiuttering up the
stairs, like sweet-browed guardian
angel.
Lisbeth." said she, "darling, don't
fret-you meant no harm. Get up and
braid your hair, and come down stairs
Dinner will be on the table directly, and
papa is asking for YOU"
Lisbeth sat up and pushed the damp
fringe of yellow hair on, of her eyes.
IL shall not come down, Polly"
But you must, dear: papa would be
very much vexed."
Never!" cried Lisbe.h, with fresh
burst of tears; never"
But the country parson himself pres
emily came to the rescue, with mild eyes
and firm, gentle voice.
No member of my family must be
lacking in courtesy to a guest" said he,
taking Lisbeth gently By the hand: and
the poor child was led shamefacedly
into the kitchen, where the table was
spread, and Polly stood smiling at its
head.
"Mr. Vincent said the parson to
the tall stranger, "this is my youngest
child"
IL am the black sheep of the family"
said Llsbeth, hanging her head. land
I'm very sorry, Sir, and l beg your par
DON"
Pray don't mention it," said Mr.
Vincent, in genuine distress at the sight
Of the modification of this yellow-hair-
ed lassle with deep hazel eyes and the
red, sensitive mouth.
And when dinner was overland here
let us mention that Mr.. Vincent ate and
drank with an excellent appetite, as if
no lurking shadow of the threatened
dyspepsia disturbed his digestion-and
the country parson had taken his guest
into the study, Polly put her arm around
Llsbeth's waist, and drew her out under
the morning-glory vines, where, by this
time, the blue and rose-tinted cups had
all folded themselves into tight little
parasolettes, and hidden behind the
leaves.
Lisbeth," said she, "Tve got good
news for YOU"
Nothing can be good news any
more" said Lisbeth, with fresh burst
of tears.
"Oh, but listen" soothed Polly. "Do
you know who this Mr.. Vincent is ?"
"A-missionary, | suppose" And
poor Lisbeth spoke the word as if it was
a dose of quinine.
"No, dear, he's the bishops secretary
And he has heard of papa's learning
and zeal and talent, and he has come to
offer him parish near New York, with
twelve hundred dollars-only think of
it, Lisbeth!-twelve hundred dollars II
year, and an assistant. We shall be
rich, darling, and dear, dear papa will
have little rest and ease in his old
age"
at can't be true" said Lisbeth,
vaguely
But it u.s." cried Polly; and then the
two sisters began to cry and sob, with
happy incoherence, in each others
arms.
"Is it possible" cried Polly Fem
"that it is whole year since we came
to Moreham Rectory?'
1t was year. Once more the wild
grapes were seeming all the woods, once
more the golden rod held up its torches
Of flame along the course of babbling
brooks, and Polly shaded her eyes with
one hand, as she stood in the doorway
and watched Lisbeth come lightly along
the garden path, with the yellow sun
shine tangled in her hair, and an I'M
wonted moisture in her deep eyes.
"What have you done with Mr. Vim
cent" asked Polly, demurely.
"He is walking down by the falls, with
papa" said Lisbeth, coming up to her
sisters side, and slipping one arm
through Polly's. "And, Polly"
"Well, dearest?"
al have something to tell you"
Couldn't I guess it'' said Polly,
laughing. "No, Lisbeth, don't turn
your face away know it all, darling
He loves you, and you have promised
to be his wife"
Polly" said Lisbeth, 81 think you
must be fortune-teller. But, OH
am so happy! and | can hardly believe
that it isn't all dream
"But. Lisbeth--"
"Well?"
81 thought you were never, n'euer,
going to marry a"
But Lisbeths soft little hand pressed
over her sisters mouth, and her plead
ingly uttered, "Pkose, Polly, don't,
stopped the sentence ere it was finished.
And Polly was merciful, and didn't