Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1879-01-09
MARRYING A MINISTER.
By MRS. EMMIE L GRIFFITH.

SO you are going to marry a minis
ter, Carrie, after all p
There was tone of disappointment
in the words which made Carrie look
up quickly, and stopped The fair fin
gers which were busily embroiderinp
the wedding slippers of her beloved
why, Kate, what has the profession
to do with the man | lovep'
Much, every way, as you will find
out before you have been homestead.
ed IN Rockdale parsonage a year.
never thought it of YOU, Carrie, to 90
and immune yourself in a little dun
geon of country place, where you
will have to talk to the women oil
their help how lawful hard it ia 10
get good girl and to their husband
of the weight OF pork and the pros
pect for crops'-conveTsaiion quite
worthy OF the intellectual and gifted
Caroline Dalton 7 and the haughtily-
curved mouth of the speaker took on
q deeper scorn.
'1'll get an invoice of new books
before your yearly visit, Kate, so as
TO have some talking matter on hand
when you come Carrie went on
quietly with her sewing.
Books, indeed = retorted her impul.
sive companion. DO you ever expect
to get time for reading in that bee
hive? Poor innocent How little
you knowp
Don't think | am going out of the
world, Kate; besides, Howard Will
loughby can command salary enough
to keep me servant, hope.
oh. certainly was replied By the
provoking girl in her most teasing
manner, as she seated herself at Caro-
line Dalton's feet and looked up in her
face, with the imp of mischief peeping
out from every lineament. And how
much better do you think that is GO
ing to make it for you? Simply this
it will be, Mrs. Willoughby, come
to see us; we shall expect you to do
the visiting, as you keep a girl and
have nothing to do And so, after
you have made the tour of the one
hundred and ninety-nne parishioners
who have said this, and think now
you can have little leisure, aud get
your system built up after the toll
some round, will come cries from all
points, ideally, Mrs. Wllloughby, you
are not at all social; you have been
here four or FIVE months, and only
been to see us once! Now | should
think with your little family, and a
girl, too, you might drop in often I
And so poor little Mrs. Wiloughby,
anxious to please the people, and so
increase her husbands usefulness, tries
it again only, when wearled out, to
hear the same complaints, and listen
to them smilingly, like a martyr, for
she cannot get the people to see how
she has anything to do. OF course
they will be able to conceive of no
kind of doing but physical-the idea
OF any Intellectual labor for woman
Baking, brewing, sewing--that is all
they can imagine; if you don't do
those, day in and day out, you'll have
nothing to do, although you may spin
your brain out writing stories halt the
night to increase Your husbands sal
ary.'
What picture you draw, Kate =
there was little Impotence in the
tone-one might suppose you had
been shut up all your life in Giant
Despair's castle; but don't think to
lock me in there, for have a magic
kew that VIII open all thu doors.
(which, in this case, happens to be
lover
'Iust so; am | not secureY'
Don't you remember the old adage
about poverty coming in at the door
| and love flying out at the window p
Il don't believe any such doctrine.
1t must be love of very sickly growth
that can be so easily frightened
'Ohl you aud Mr.. Willoughby have
doubtless taken out patent for the
Improvement o. the article. Well, il
certainly needs meniing in these de-
generate days; but however perfect
it may become, | hope my stars will
never throw the spell over me when
in the neighborhood of a minister
even should he be as handsome and
smart as the Rev. Howard Willough,
by
Kate walked to the window and
commenced drumming on the pane
and watching the great suowhakes q.
they came quiverlng down on the
dark earth. But despite her assumed
calmness, she often stole quick
glance at Miss Dalton, who sat by the
tireside with idle fingers-a thing
unusual with her--and a shade o.
deeper gravity on her thoughtful
brow. She was startled by ligh'
hand on her shoulder, and, looking mp
noticed her friends eyes, usually filled
with laughter, now shaded over by
tears.
Forgive me. Carrie. il have made
You Fad. I would hot blot out one o.
those bright 1ove-dreams OF yours
my heart, too, has had its episode.
A sigh, very faint, foated from those
naughty lips, but it reached Carrie
who said in unfeigned surprise
you, Kate, with your troops o
lovers! thought you said you were
proof against Cupid ?
SO am, now, but the past-ah
well, it is dead, of course, but may
be pardoned if visit its grave some
times, as / cannot help doing thi'
morning; for /, too, was foolish
enough TO love a minister
Kate Austin! after all you have