The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1879-08-21
Mr.. Palmleaf's Proposal.

Mr.. Palm1eaf's Proposal.
White and glistenipg like mammoth
bridal veil, the December sun lay over all
the New Hampshire hills dark and del
icate, like the tracery of laeework, the
leahess woods held up their boughs
against the dazzling winter sky-and the
Reverend Peter Palmleaf, studying over
an embryo sermon In his own especial
sanctum, glanced up where blackbird
was whistiing in the easements, and
thought to himself what a lovely world
the Lord had made.
When, all of o sudden, o shrill voice
called through the entry:
"Peier, the horae 10 ready"
"What hofseP" asked the Rev. Mr..
PalmleaG.
"our horse, to be sure !" said Miss
Paulina, his sister.
"What for2" demonded the parson,
staring through his near-sighted specta-
cles at the door.
''To take you to Mr. Darrow's."
''Why am going TO Mr. Dafrow'5f"
further questioned the man Of theology.
"Well, I neyeri" said Miss Paulina,
bouncing into the study, with yellow
pocket handkerchief tied around her
Load, and her sleeves rolled In business
like fashion up 10 her elbows, "Peter,
you grow more moony and absent.minded
every day OF your life Have you for
gotten our discussion OF the breakfast
tahle2 Why ynm ara gning To Mr. Oar
rows after girl, to be sure ~
"A-giFll" !" repeated the young minis
ter, dresmily rubbing his forehead. "Oh,
/ do recall something of tho converse
ton. a. hired girl"
eyes, nodded the lady briaEly. "She's
going to leave Mr.. Darrcw's this morn
ing, because the family 10 30 largo and
the work so heavy. She can't fiud that
fault with our establishment, guesa.
Ask her iioH much wages che wants, and
how Old she Is, and ak hor whether she
has any f6llowers-and be sure yop bring
her hack with her bundles; as / must
have her or some person 30 help me be-
fore cousin Philinda's folks como from
the city,
s'But suppose she won't comet" said
the young minister, dnbiously, fitting on
the fingers Of his gloves.
Then you must make her come,n said
Miss Pauline, hurrledly retreasing TO
look after o certain kettle, which was
noisiIy boiling over at the back OF the
house.
And thuu, charged with his mission,
horse cutter aud iiugled Iperrily away. /,
Mr. Darrow's farm houao nestled under
z = hill, In tho protecting shadow OF O
clustaf of avergrahna with graan fanea
in front Of lst, q red barn at the rear, and
q colony Of pigeon.housss at the sunny
Southern angle; and Mr., Darsow him
self, q ruddy-faced, elderly man with o
friugs Of white whiskers around hia chin,
was shOveli1g sTssy ssis p5af!y uif.zsssssa uif.zsssssa of
snow in front of his door.
sEh ~ said Mr. Darrow leaning on the
handle of his spade, as the bells jingled
up III front oe hi1 gac and then stopped.
How? Why is's tho minister Good
morningl That there Sunday sermon
y o yorTs WAS masterpieces. Me and
Euuire senneX--nt lF'sl5 ss ~
ssYes,' p said MIR. palmleaf, leisurely
{ alighting, aud tying the horee to the
I post. "Blt hive called on business
this morning. e
For Asr. Palnleaf was emphatieally D
Inan of one idea, for the time being, tho
"nired girl" had chased all theology out
of his head, s5s .,s
.sEh L, said 8IE. Darrow business ~
"I'ye come after O young WOMAN
esid the nliniateT,
Ms. Darrow dropped the spade In the
middle Of a.snow drift.
Do yon mean Dolly 2n ho Eaia.
If that's her = sa55iTsseeyes,n asssFteg
the minister, solennly.
81 You don't mean that-rit Ia To be an
engagement r, cried Mr. Darrow.
IS :aWell,, yes--that 10, five quit each
other" said Mr.. palmleaf, mildly.
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