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

fall hat and gloves. Butt isn't much
matter. dare say can manage
very we'll with the oil "a ones for lit
tie Wills longer
Its shamel' cried Lisbeth ve-
hemently. And to think how You
have toiled ell those hot summer
days to pick and dry those black
ox-hearts.'
There's no help for it, DEAR said
Polly gently. Get your hat on
quick Is no time to loses
But it isn't fair protested Lis
beth. why should all the travelling
preachers and book agents aud mis-
sion collectors come acre and eat us
ont of house and home. Why don't
they go TO Mr.. Crocus?'
Polly smiled. Because Mr.. Gro.
Gus does not make them welcome
and papa does said she.
Il do WONDER said Lisbeth impet-
uously, if there is any other race OF
men imposed upon az country minis
ters are2 Mark my words Polly,
never, never will marry a.
Bot by this time Polly had tied on
her sisters straw hat aud twisted q
muslin scarf across her shoulders.
DO make haste, DEAR said she in
accents of gentle entreaty as she
pointed toward the clock.
Scarcely fifteen minutes had
elapsed when Lisbeth came flying
back with yellow tresses streaming
behind, and market-basket in her
hand.
There Polly cried she, 10 the
clear, light voice of girlhood, as she
deposited plump chicken on the
table, there's your new hat and
there as she laid down a packet Of
groceries, ARE your gloves; and here
rafting out the potatoes, SIS my last
chance for new blue neck.tie And
do hope, Polly, that they'll give
the missionary the worst kind of a
dyspepsia
sLisbeth =
well, but | do saucily retorted
the girl as she turned to put away
her hat. And Oh, Pol-lyp
Polly turned around with start
at the changed tenor of her sisters
voice.
what is it, Lisbeth2 You're not
ill?'
Lisbeth, with glowing face, point
ed TO the little wooden cupboard in
the wall, which, extending through
from parlor to kitchen in buffers
pantry fashion, was used as a gen.
eral repository for books and papers.
And then. for the first time Polly
perceived that both doors were
slightly sjar.
Polly, muttered the girl hoarsely,
che has heard every word! He
couldn't help it, And fiinging her
hat in one direction, and her scarf in
another, Lisbeth fed up the narrow
wooden stairs, and threw herself,
sobbing Historically. upon the bed.
It's my tongue sobbed Lisbeth,
my wrstched. chattering tongue.
Papa always warned me against CIV
ing loose TO if; Polly always told me
it would get me into trouble. Oh,
dear, dear, what mast be think I? how
can l ever look him in the face p
And with this doleful resume, Lis
beth buried her hot face in the pill
lows aud cried harder than ever.
1t seemed an age to her, but it
was IN reality little more than half
an hour before Polly came Aottering
up tho stairs. like sweet-browed
guardian angel.
'Lisbetb,' said she, darling don't
fret-you meant no harm. Get up
and braid your hair. end 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 out of her
eyes. Il shall not come down Polly.
But you mast, dear; papa would
be very much vexed.'
'Never' cried Lisbeth. with q
fresh burst Of tears; neveri'
But the country parson himself
presently came to the rescue, with
mild eyes and firm, gentle voice
No member of my family must be
lacking 10 courtesy to a guest said
be, taking Lisbeth by the hand; and
the poor child was led shamefully in
to the kitchen, where the table was
spread and Polly stood smiling at it's
head.
Mr.. Vincent said the parson 10
the tall stranger, this is my young
est child
i am the black sheep Of the fam.
ily,' said Lisbeth hanging her head,
'and I'm very sorry, Bir, and beg
your pardon
Pray don't mention it, said Mr..
Vincent, in genuine distress at the
| sight of the modification of this yell
low.haired lassie with the deep ha-
eel eyes, and red, sensitive mouth.
And when dinner was Overland
here let us mention that Mr.. Vincent
ate and drank with an excellent ap.
petite, as if no lurking shadow of
the threatened dyspepsia disturbed
his digestion-and the country par
son bad taken his guest into the
study, Polly put her arm around
Lisbeth's waist aud drew her out
under the morDing-glory vines,
where by this time, the blue and
rose-tlnted cups had all folded them
selves into tight little parasolettes,
hidden behind the leaves.
'Lisbeth, said she, sl've got good
news for you.
NOTHING can be good news any
more,' said Lisbeth with q fresh
burst of tears.
ooh, but listen,' soothed Polly. DO
you know who this Mr.. Vincent is p
'A-missionary, / suppose and
poor Lisbeth spoke the word as if it
were dose of quinine.
No, dear, he's the bishops secre-
tary. And he has heard Of papa's
learning and talent and gal and he
has come to offer him a parish near
New York with twelve hundred dol
lars-only think of it L;sbeth-
twelve hundred dollars year and
an assistant. We shall be rich. dsr-
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