The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-02-12

sIt's q shame!n cried Lnbeth, ve-s
hemently. And TO think how you toiled,
all those hot summer days to pick and
there's no help for it, dear" said
Polly, gently. .'Get your hat on quick
there's no time to lose."
"Bnt it isn't fair" protested Lisbeth.
"Why should all the travelling preachers
and book agents and mission collec3
tors come here and eat US out of house
and homes Why don't they 80 to Mr.
Crocuss"
Polly smiled. because Mr.. Crocus
dosn't make them welcome, and papa
does," said she. =,
II do WONDER" cried Lisbeth, impetu-
ously, IF there is any other race of men
imposed upon as country ministers are?
Mark my words, Polly, I never, never,
will marry al
But by this time Polly had tied on her
sisters straw flat, and twisted q muslin
scarf across her shoulders.
"Do make haste, DEAR" said she, in &C.
cents of gentle entreaty, as che pointed
upward to the clock.
Scarcely fifteen minutes had elapsed
when Lisbeth came flying back, with
yellow tresses streaming behind, and
market basket in her hand. E.o
"There, Polly" cried she in 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, fare your
gloves; and here" rafting out the pota-
toes, lis my last chance for new blue
neck-tie! And I do hope, Polly, that
they'll give the missionary the worst kind
of,dyspepsia:"
tLisbeth!"
"Well, but do" ,saucily retorted the
girl, as she turned to put away her hat
sand Oh, Pol-ly!"
Polly turned around with a start, at
the changed tenor of her sisters voice.
"What:is it, Lisbeth? You're not ill9"
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-pantry fashion,
was used as a 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,
che 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, sobbing
hystericallv, upon the bed.
Its my tongue" sobbed Lisbeth, "my
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 ever look him in the
facet" And with this doleful resume,
'Lisbeth buried her hot face in the pillows
and cried harder than ever.
It seemed an age to her, but it was in
reality little more than half an hour be-.
fore Polly came auttering 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 yoa.''
:Lisbeth sat up and pushed the damp
fringe of yellow hair out of her eyes. i
shall not come down.: Polly"
"But you must, dear: papa would be
very much vexed."
"Never!' cried Lisbeth, with a fresh
| burst of tears "neverv'
"But the country parson himself pres
entity came to the rescue, with mild eyes
and firm, gentle voice. --.. , .a:..s.:'.
mo member of my family must be
lacking in courtesy to guest" said he.
taking 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, land I'm
very sorry sir, and beg your pardon"
FPray 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-
STA disturbed his digestion-and the coun-
try parson had taken his guest into the
study, Polly put her aim around Lisbeth 3
waist, and drew her out under the morn
ng-glory vines, where, by this time, the
blue and rose-t tinted cups had all folded
themselves into tight little parasolettes,
and hidden behind the leaves.
'I'isbeth,'' said she, I've got good news
for YOU"
"Nothing can be good news any more,' y
said Lisbeth, with fresh burst of tears.
4'Oh, but isten," soothed Polly.
"Do you know who this Mr.. Vincent
is?"
"A-missionary, suppose" And poor
Llsbeth spoke the word as if it was dose
ofqulnine.
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-twelye hundred dollars a year
and an assistant. We shall be rich, darl-
ing, and dear, dear, papa will have lit
tie rest and ease in his old age.''
ct can't be true," said Lisbeth,
vaguely. .., :
"But it u.s." said Polly; and then the
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