Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-04-23

aud for the time being the SHRED
girl had chased oil tho theology ont OF
his head.
och |" said Mr.. Dawow "bu'i
ness 7"
T've come after a young woman y
said tho minister
Mr., Darrow dropped his spade in
the middle OF q snow driA,
"Do you mean Dolly 7"
as that her name-ycs," asserted,
the minister solcmnly,
you don't mean that It's 10 be an en-
gagemeht 7" cried Mr., DaTow,
swell, yes-'hat Is if we can suit
each other said Mr.. Palmleat mild.
ly,
"Je.iusalem said Mr., Darrow,
who had always heard that MI. Palm
leaf like most men Of genius, was an
Eccentric but had never realized it
before. "Have you spoken to her o
"Certainly not p answered Mr..
Palmleal. "Of course | shouldn't
think Of such a thing without seeing
you first"
"Vcry straightforward Of you, I'm
sure said the farmer "But OF course
| can have no objections, if Dolly her.
SELF is suited Though" and he smo'c
one red-miltened hand upon his knee,
snow | come to think Of it you have
never seen Dolly"
NO." said the minister, serenely.
"But that need make no difference. y
"Jc ruselcm !" again uttered the
farmer, it wasn't the way | used to
look at things when | was Il young
man"
"Taste differs" said Mr.. Palmleaf
n little impatient at the heightened
discussion. "Can l see the young
woman p
"Oh of course you can see her" SAID
Mr.. Darrow. "Shc Is in the dairy
skimming milk. Dolly! Dolly !
raising his voice to wild below.
"Ilere's the Reverend Mr.. Palmleaf
wants to see you! There is the door
just to the left, sir
And in his near-slghted way, the
minister stumbled into Farmer Dar-
rows dairy, whers rosy-cheeked
girl with jet-black hair, brushed away
from n low. olive dark brow, and eyes
like pools Of sherry wine, was skim
ming the cream from multitudinous
milk pans into huge stone pot.
"Young woman" said Mr.. Palmleaf
turning his spectacles upon her amaz
ed face, "do you want to engage your
self"
"Sir ?" said Dolly, her spoon COM
ing to an abrupt standstill, amid the
wrinkly and leather-like folds Of cream
on n particular pan.
"In other words" explained Mr..
Palmeaf, do you want a good home
"Indeed sir, l never thought ofsuch
a thing" said Dolly all in furry.
"How old are you q questioned Mr
Palmleaf.
II am eighteen" SAID Dolly in some
confusion.
"Have you any followers ?"
"Sir,;?' fluttered Dolly.
"Beaux, / mean,'' elaborately ex-
planned the clergyman.
.'Of course haven't" said Dolly,
half inclined to laugh, half to be
angry.
"Then / think you'll suit me" said
Mr.. Palmleaf; cor, rather, my sister.
Our family is net large the wash is
light, and Paulina is a most consderate
mistress. Get your bundle.'
"My-what?" sad Dolly, in be.
"Your clothes. I am to take you
,ack with me immediately" said Mr..
o:slmleaf. "Paulina expects company.
t is essential that we obtain help at
,nce."
Dolly Darrow looked up with cheeks
rimsoned like any rose, eyes full of
leep brown sparkles, and around
which danced perfect galaxy of
llmples.
"Wait a minute please SAID she.
"Certainly,' said Mr.. Palmleaf.
And he SGT down on wooden stool
n the corner, and fell to meditating
N the "thirdly" of his uncompleted
ermon, while Dolly sped up stairs
hree steps at time.
"Father," cried she, flying into the
resence of her parents, "ihe minister
as mistaken ME tor Bridget !"
"Eh 2" SAID Mr.. Darrow. /
You don't tell me J. said Mrs.
barrow.