Daily globe., 1879-02-09

yellow tIeSSeS streaming Den1nQ, ana
market basket in her hand.
"There, Polly" cried she in the clear
light, voice of girlhood, as she deposited
plump chicken on the table, s'there's
your new hat; and there" as she laid
down packet of groceries, ''are your
gloves; and here" rattling out the pota-
toes, ''is my last chance for new blue
neck tie And I do hope, Polly, that
they'll give the missionary the worst kind
of dyspepsia
| "Lisbeth!"
"Well, but do" saucily retorted the
girl, as she turned to put away her hat.
"And- Oh, Pol-ly!"
Polly turned around with a start, at
the changed tenor of her sisters voice.
"What is 1t, Lisbeth? You're not ill?"
Llsbeth, with a glowing face, pointed
to the little wooden cupboard in the
wall which extending through from par
lor to kitchen, in Eutler's s-pantry fashion,
was used as general repository for
books and papers. And then, for the
first time, Polly perceived that both
doors were slightly ajar.
Polly" muttered the girl hoarsely,
s'he has beard every word! He couldn't
help it, And finging her hat in one
direction, and her scarf in another, Lis.
beth fled up the narrow wooden stairs to
her own room, and threw herself. sobbiny
Historically, upon the bed.
''It's my tongue" sobbed Lisbeth, 'smy
wretched, chattering tongue. Papa al.
ways warned me against giving loose to
it: Polly always told me it would get me
into trouble. Oh, dear, dear, what must
he think? how can I ever look him q the
face2" And with this doletul resume,
Lisbeth buried her hot face in the pillows
and cried harder than ever
! 1t seemed an age to her, but it was in
reality little more than half an hour be-
fore Polly came futtering 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. Din
ner will be on the table directly, and
papa is asking for you.''
Llspeth sat up and pushed the damp
fringe of yellow hair out of her eyes. II
shall not come down, Polly"
"But you must, dear: papa would be
very much vexed.n
"Never!" cried Lisbeth, with fresh
burst of tears; "never!''
"But the country parson himself pres
emily came to the rescue, with mild eyes
and firm, gentle voice
mo member Of my family must be
lacking in courtesy to a guest" said he.
taklag 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.'
81 am the black sheep of the family.'
said Lisbeth, hanging her head, sand I'm
very sorry sir, and beg your pardon"
"Pray don't mention it, said Mr.. Vim.
cent, in genuine distress at the sight of
the modification of this yellow haired
lassie with the 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 dyspep-
sla disturbed his digestion the coun-
try parson had taken his guest into the
study, Polly put her aim around Lisbeth's
waist, and drew her out under the morn
ing 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, I've got good news
for you"
'Nothing can be good news any more,"
said Lisbeth, with fresh burst of tears.
ooh, but listen,'' soothed Polly
''Do you know who this Mr.. Vincent
is?"
missionary, suppose" And poor
Llsbeth spoke the word as it it was dose
ofqu1nine.
mo, 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, Lis
bethl-twelve hundred dollars a wear
and an assistant. We shall be rich, darl-
ing, and dear, dear, papa will have lit
tie rest and ease in bis old aee.n
cit can't be true" said Lisbeth.
vaguely.
but it is" said Polly; and then the
two sisters began to CRY and sob, with
happy ! inccohere:nce, in each others arms.
"Is it possible" cried Polly Fem,
"That it is whole year since we came
70 Moreham rectory?'
1t was year. Once more the wild
grapes were scenting all the woods; once
more the go!dea-rod held up its torches
OF flame along the course of babbling
brooks, an6 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 un-
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, dearests''
III have something to tell YOU"
Couldn't | guess it2 said Polly, laugh
ing. mo, 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. "I think YOU
must be fortune-teller. But, oh! am
so happy! and l can hardly believe that
it isn't all dream"
"But, Lisbeth''-
"Well?"
81 thought you were never, never, 60
ing to marry az
But Lisbeth's soft little hand pressed
over her sisters mouth, and her pleading
" uttered, "Please, Polly, DON'T" stopped
the sentence ere it was finished.
And Polly was merciful, and didn't.