Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-03-30

| euSe VI TIC WOOQ business on the part OF
the owner, but such dense Ignorance is
seldom exhibited here.-Rochestey
| (Mi,aae.) Record.
MISS DINAH'S RASH VOW.
Beautiful, MISS" said Teresa, having
thrown open the shutter and looked out
and up, now looking in again, with ever
so pleasant smile on her round homely
face, now almost handsome in the CHEEKY
sunshine that streamed in 'sNot cloud !;
no rain to-day, miss; and he will come
for sure"
'sDo you think 500" returned Miss
Dinah, smiling brightly also, and rising
from her bed to run across the floor and
peep over Teresa's broad shoulder.
"Yes; very pretty morning. after a
minutes inspection and pause to listen
to the birds and inhale the fresh breeze.
"Dress me, Teresa"
No longer young was Miss Dinah
Prynne--quite fifty, and perhaps even
more; but wonderfully active, with eyes
as pretty and bright as in her girlhood,
not much wrinkled, and faculties clear as
they had ever been. With springing
step and quick motion. she fitted about
the room, making her toilet, humming to
herself, stopping now and then to scold
old Teresa, who hobbled after her--that
sort of scolding which is, under certain
| circumstances, an expression of special
good humor, such as possessed Miss Dinah
this morning.
"And you think it will not rain," she
tcoil fho &c
year thunderstorms come up very sud-
denly, remember" She spoke as if Te-
resa were some important officer on the
staff Of the clerk of the weather, and had
better be careful about her predictions.
''Tut! September thundersto1ms are
rare, miss, and he amt afraid Of little
wetting, do suppose. A little thing
like that wouldn't keep him back re-
piled Teresa with scorn.
| Miss Dinah ate her breakfast in fever
ish Impotence, which she strove to hide.
Afterward she put on her sun bonnent
and mittens, ana went into the garden.
attended by old Teresa, with watering
pot, and tr0Wel, and rake and other tools,
and together they worked among the
flowers. Miss Dinah, as she progressed,
snapped off contributions for bouquet
a generous one, very nearly as large as a
cabbage.
"He always liked flowers, Teresa"
she said, smelling this horticultural
marvel when it was completed. HE
! never tailed to leave me bunch every
morning. Sometimes let them wither,
to vex him." and she laughed at the
memory of her beautiful girlhood's Ca
prices.
ut was pity to worry him, MISS
| said Teresa, with honest reproval.
"Pooh! The more 1 did the fonder
he was Of me. There was nothing I
wouldn't do to pain him, sometimes.
That was thirty years ago." and, with a
little sigh, she glanced backward, as one
may in minute, through that long
vista.
''Thirty years." said Teresa. "And
you amt seen him since; and changed
he must be uow-as changed as you,
miss. Imind your pictur' up stairs
II was nineteen then; it's very like;
everybody thought so,' interrupted Miss
Prynne.
'Nobody could tell it for you now"
''Do you think so?' said Miss Dinah,
disappointed. ut will lie shock to him
when he sees me. They say old sweet
hearts always think of the face that was,
and never of what time must have done.
1t is so, too. I can't call him up except
as he was then-I've tried hundreds OF
times, but Garland he was fine young
man, Teresa beautiful young man, with
great large blue eyes, and straight nose,
and white teeth, and chestnut hair and
tall and graceful figure; nobody that I've
ever seen since is the least bit like him
And he is not bit altered, Teresa and
she laughed again, almost believing it.
"But ne is, miss. He is old and crook
ed and feeble, and you will feel bad when
you see him-as bad as he will feel when
he sees you," said Teresa, who was Jobs
comforter, sometimes.
Miss Dinah looked panied, and sighed
again. II. almost wish I was not to see
him again, and sometimes I believe shall
not. Perhaps he will not come after all.
You know II made such foolish vow,H
and she look a little frightened.
"You often promised to tell me about
it, MISS" replied her ancient handmade
en- who felt g profound curiosity in all
that concerned this great meeting that
was to be to-day.
IL wlll-11l do so now, and hear what
you think. 1t will brighten you | dare
say; but you must remember it was only
girls folly, and God knows I've re-
pented sinee.''
great cherry tree at the end of the old
garden-thin little Miss Dinah, with her
great bonnet on, and stout old Teresa
homely figures, but the picture was a
pretty one. Bright was the September
sunshine, and the fragrant air full of the
sweet music of the birds. And as they
stood thus, Miss Dinah glanced back
again through that long vista Of thirty
years and told her story of her girlish
love; simple, but not without its tragedy
and pain.
"Well, I've told you often how hand
meb he Az and a how dea7 Whdt oveS Obi h
was! There was not girl in the county
who wouldn't have parted with one Of
her eyes to marry Richard Clifford; but
he cared for no one but nae. We were
engaged, of course; but what difference
Gid that make? I trifed with him as
much ever, and he more sure
of me than he had been before. But l
loved him, Tercsa--he had no idea how
much-and was the most selfish being
in the world. While I flirted with whom
I pleased, did not allow him to look at
agirl. I'm not going to make short story
too long-a painful story that never want
to think of. There was Spaniard came to
Wildbrook, where we lived-a dark,
light, elegant fellow, with deep, dreamy