The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-11-07
graceful ignorance! Susan, we shall

"Humph! That we shall see, later
on. It's my opinion that some one
ought to speak to Mr.. Fullerton"
"The minister? What for?"
care you such fool, Susan, as not
to see what it means? Miss Helen and
Master Philip, indeed! I wonder at
your swallowing such story. They are
no more brother and sister than you and
I are"
"Well, what are they, then?"
"That remains to be told-the wretch
es! But Mr.. Fullerton will soon set
them to rights. I shall go and see him
after breakfast / don't know what the
poor man would do without me-"
"Have some peace, I suppose" NUT
tered Susan, under her breath, as she
followed Miss Jellaby down to the par
lor. Susan loved her mistress, and was
faithful servant to her, but she detest-
ed scandal of all kinds, and never could
be brought to take thatinterest in other
peoples business which was considered
right and proper ythe worthy spinster.
Breakfast being over, Miss Jellaby
sauntered forth to the parsonage.
The good pastor looked up with a
meek sigh, as that lady entered his
study.
The clergyman was quiet, peace
loving man, somewhat timid withal, and
the spinster always overpowered him
with her arguments, when she attempted
to do so. She stayed nearly half an
hour with him, and at the expiration Of
that time people who we're on the look
out saw her conveying the unhappy par
son in the direction, and, at last,
through the very gate of Randall Cot
tage.e
| A tidy-looking old servant admitted
them, ushered them into a pleasant
nursery-room, and said she would go
and tell her mistress of their arrival
Mr.. Fullerton sat on the edge of his
chair, very uneasy in his mind and
wishing with all his heart that he was at
home again. Miss Jellaby strobe up
and down the room like a dragon,
eying everything about her, and making
observations in an undertone which,
however, he could not help hearing
Such extravaganza! Look at that
carpet, now-aI roses and lilies, and
struggling green vines. Why can't
they be contented with drugget, as I
am?"
She took another turn.
"A11d a guitar! Spaniards, I don't
doubt, or Italians, and the rest follows
as a matter of course. Mr.. Fullerton,
[ believe these people are heathens!"
Hardly, I think, or they never would
have come to church last Sunday"
ooh, you don't know that; perhaps
they had some private end to gain by
it," said Miss Jellaby. ~, ....,. r
The spinster's unreasonable suspi-
cions tickled Mr. Fullerton beyond
measure. She saw him laughing, and
grew indignant.
Let those laugh that win, say, Mr.
Fullerton. [ don't doubt you will feel
more like crying before this business is
settled ..:... .l...F~4,t +
"Not T" said the minister, with rue
full look.
GA crucifx, as I am sinner!" she
murmured, moment afterward.
"There, Mr.. Fullerton, what did I tell
you?- hanging on the wall here in
broad daylight. Shall I pull it down."
''Are youebeside yourself, Miss Jella-
by ?" said Mr.. Fullerton, springing up
and arresting her hand just in time.
The sound of voices and laughter in
the garden prevented her giving him
what she called " a piecesof her mind"
There was a race up the broad path that
sobered into a walk when the young
people neared the window, followed by
grounds to call them.
They entered the room together,
flushed with their frolic, but looking
happy and pleased to meet the clergy
man. .
Sin wears different face from that"
he said, to himself, as he shook hands
with them. They turned to the spinster,
who had bolstered herself up against the
chimney-piece, and stood cycling them
with sour disdain.
"Your neighbor, Miss Jellaby," Mr.
Fullerton, adding, in low whisper to
her, as they sought about the room for
easy chairs: cts all mistake, my
good creature-there's nothing wrong
here. I'll have nothing to do with the
matter. Say nothing, and let this pass
as morning call"
"'Say nothing indeed! Mr.. Fuller
ton, am ashamed of you!" was her re-
ply, too audibly made, however, for
Mr.. Graham heard it, though he was too
courteous to look surprised.
Pray take this easy chair, Miss Jella-
by. Can I offer you some wine, Mr..
Fullerton said Helen, who wondered
inwardly at the strange behavior of her
guests.
No, my child" said the clergyman,
kindly. II will touch nothing during
this visit Some other time I hope to
come again. I can only express my sor-
row at having been persuaded against my
better Judgment to enter these doors
On such an absurd errand and leave
YOU"
My dear sir, forgive me if I say I do