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Mr.. Sarah" said the young clergyman,
half smilingly. Yes, Miss Sarah of
course" s &
"Shes at home" said the girl, ungra-
ciously, opening the door g little wider.
Game this afternoon. Sethn'sin the
parlor.s Walkin, please" w.
And without further ceremony, MIR.
Caryl found'himself ushered into a semi
dark apartment, where a tall, slender
young beauty of eighteen summers OF so
sat before the fire, in plain black dress.
with the simplest Of cuffs and collars,
and a single pale blue ribbon fastened
into the thick, dark braids of her hair
a person so entirely different from what
he had expected to see that he stopped
short in some perplexity. .
us this-ahem!-Sarahp" he asked.
"Iam Sarah Fielding" she responded.
II have c~alled-to speak to you"
said he, with a desperate railying of bis
verbal forces. Perhaps. Sarah, you
may not know who I amp"
No DON'T" said the girl, in some
az am Mr.. Caryl, the pastor Of the
parish"
Il am happy to make your aquaint-
ance," said the girl, putting out ore
slim hand in the easiest possible manner.
The pastor hesitated. This was not
what he looked for at all.
"Of course-of course" said he.
"But how does it happen, Sarah, that
you are at home again so
"Do you mean ut Westbrook!"' -,
"Where else should l mean" retorted
Mr.. Caryl, crustily-for he felt that II
he once abandoned his tone of authority
he was lost. '.r.
werea" r
Sarah colored up to the roots of the
hair. He could perceive that even in
the uncertain rise and fall Of the fire.
light. 80.
II did not like the position" said she
in a low voice.
"But you ought to like it." said Mr..
Caryl.1 Z + J I4Es4 H. =.
"You are not aware Of all the circum-
Stances" pleaded Sarah. z ~ -
IL am quite aware" said MI. Caryl,
severely, "that vanity is the root of all
so sV eSiis 1NN5TH |1I1"
The crimson was deeper than ever
now, on brow and temple. as she hall
rose. '''
YES, yanity" impressiyely reiterated te,,
the clergyman. BE silent, II you
please, young woman, and hear me out:
You have n certain amount Of personal
attractions which appear to have turned
your head. Remember that beauty is
but skin deep. Call to mind frequently
the ancient adage that : handsome is as
handsome does After all, you are
lneither Mary Queen of Scots or Cleo
patra. Now, take my advice. Sarah
but I ihave not asked for it," she
cried out. in choking accents.
mo matter whether you have or
not" said Mr.. Caryl, calmly. LIT is
my mission to volunteer good counsel,
and yours to receive. it. l repeat it,
Sarah, take my advice, and go back to
your last place. Apologize humbly for
your shortcomings; tell the woman Of
the house that you will strive to amend
your conduct for the future, and en-
deavor to deserve her approval. Put
laways your silly ribbon bows and
brooches with a stern glance at a
poor little agate breastpin that glistened
at the girls sthroat-T-' and leave the
yainaccessories Of dress to your betters,
always remembering that the ornament
of q meek and quiet-spent-"
But just at this point the Young clergy
mans Grafton was abruptly checked by
the entrance of Mrs. Prune herself,
shawled and bonneted, and breathing
fast from tie haste she had made. In
Eone hand she held a prodigious brown
\ cotton umbrella; with the other she
dragged forward the untidy damsel of
The shawl and curl-papers. go
Here she is, Mr.. Caryl-here she isl"
bawled Mrs. Prune, who did not pos
sess that. most excellent thing in
woman, "a low and gentle voice" "A
lazy, good-for-nothing, stick-up, vain
mink, as needn't suppose as I'm going
Ito dofor her mo longer. You needn't
hang back, Sarah; it amt no good!
Here she is, MI. C~aryl-here's Sarahm
The young pastor stared in amaze
ment
els that Sarahp" said he. 81 ~iJ.
-"That's Sarsh,", painted Mrs. Prune.
/ IttAnd who's thisr" he demanded,
turning to the slim. dark-eyed girl with
the blue ribbon and the agate brooch
"That's my niece, Sally Fielding, as
has been governess to family up IN
Maine for three years." said Mrs. Prune.
".AId she's down here on a visit now
came this very afternoon. Hain't you
been introduced yet? Mr.. Caryl, my
niece Sallie; Sallie, this ere's-"
But before she could finish the words
Of her formal Introduction the clergy
man had made a nervous grasp at his
hat.
Ill have been the victim of q mis-
understanding" stammered he. This
young person told me that she was
$50 she is" said Mrs. Prune;; {" but
she amt the Sarah as is to be spoken
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"Ibeg a Thousand pardons," said Mr..
Caryl, feeling tho cold sweat drip from
every pore.
Miss Fielding burst out laughing.
"'They are cheerfully granted" said
she. mo, don't go away, Mr.. Caryl,'
holding out her hand as he vas turning
to depart. "Ihave learned that you pos
sess at least the virtue Of franknessD
Shall we not be friends?" .,.
And Mr.. Caryl looked into the dark
blue eyes and said: - IL
Yes" .5., p
He forgot all about the hot corn-bread
and strawberry,jam at home, and stayed
to tea at Mrs: Prune's, while the right
Sarah escaped the intended lecture, and
the wrong Sarah presided, in q most
gracious and winning manner, behind
the cups and S: ucers; and old Mrs.
Caryl laughed hes lily when her son ex:
planned the curiousr. nontre to her, later
in the evening.
-"But why did she leave her situation
the wrong Sarah, } mean?" said she.
Because the young heir of the house
made love to hN,n said Mr.. Caryl;
and / don't wonder at it. She's the
prettiest little creature I ever saw in my
life" f..,..-...r ~
perhaps, then" said Mrs. Caryl.
doubtfully,I "your advice wasn't SO
very much amiss, after all"
Certainly it was" said MI. Caryl,
with spirit.
The old lady looked sharply at him.
"Charles," said she, II do believe
you're struck with her."
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