Daily globe., 1879-02-09

Llspetl looking up with sparkling
eyes.
Polly" cried she, "why don't thev
increase papas salary9 Six hundred
dollars year is shameful pittance fo1
such man as he is"
Polly shook her head over the grapes
Papa isn't young man any longer
Lisbeth," said she, "and he isn't as mod
ern IN his ideas as Mr.. Crocus."
"But he is such learned man." cried
out Llsbeth, shaking the yellow mane out
OF her eyes. "And his sermons-oh,
Polly, they make me cry, they are so
deep, and so solemn, and go down into
ones heart so! Six hundred dollars a
year, Polly, for such work and study as
thatp'
There is no doubt" said Polly, sober
ly, "but that the clergymen are, as gen
eral rule, very much underpaid in this
country.
II shall never marry clergyman, .
cried Lisbeth with energy. "No, Polly
never! ia marry dust-man first Fol
dust-men get their pay, and clergymen
don't, and"-
Lisbeth stopped short, scarlet and con-
fused, in this rhapsody of hers, for, chanc.
Ing to glance up, she beheld in the door
way tall and solem faced young man
with an umbrella in one hand and q
travelling sachel in the other.
''We oont want anything, please"
said she, jumping an once to the conclu-
sion that she beheld book agent, or a
vender of patent polish, or some such
ltinerant tradesman.
II beg your pardon" said the gentle
man, apparently as much embarrassed as
was she herself" must have mistaken
the house. I was looking for the Rev
erend Francis Fenn!"
MY good gracious! another mission
ary," murmured Lisbeth, sotto voce, as
Polly stepped graciously forward, say.
ing:
"You are not mistaken, sir; this is the
house. Please to walk into the parlor,
and I will speak to papa"
The best room OF the parsonage was
cool and dark, with green paper shades
drawn down, a jar of fragrant dried rose
leaves in the fireplace, and homebraid.
ed rug of parti- -colored cloth laid careful
ly down before the sofa to hide the darned
spot in the carpet.
"Not that chair, please" said Polly,
coloring up to the roots of her hair, as
the unWary stranger advanced toward a
certain corner; "the leg is broken and
we've glued it, and I'm afraid it's not
quite safe. This one is better"
While Lisbeth, hiding her face in Der
apron, murmurs to herself, SIS there no
end to our humiliations? Is our world
always to be full of glue and patches,
and mends and make-shiftss"
"Lisabeth," said Polly, returning, 'go
and call papa"
"It's another missionary, I'm sure" said
Lisbeth, unwittingly pulling down the
sleeves of her brown calico dress. "And
| know he'll stay to dinner, and he's got
hungry glare in his eyes, and there's
nothing for dinner but barrel y soup and a
cabbage. On dear!" with a grimace
which made Polly laugh in spite of her
self, II wish the race of missionaries was
extinct"
The country parson looked mildly up
from the second paragraph of Nis
"Thlrdly," as Lisbeth came in, smelling
of wild grapes, with an aureole of yellow
hair about her face.
"Papa," said she, there's a gentleman
IN the parlor to see you, with a carpet
bag and a white necktie!"
"Ah!" said the clergyman. "a visitor,
l suppose. He is most welcome. But |
am just at present deep in the thread of a
complicated polemic theory. Make my
compliments to the gentlemen, Lisbeth,
and beg his indulgence tor a quarter of
an hour or so.' And the parson dipped
his pen into the time stained wooden
standish, as if he was determined to settle
the subject at ence.
"But, papa!'' Lisbeth had caught at his
coat cuff to reclaim him temporarily from
the abysses of theological argument.
"Yes, my DEAR" looking absently at
her.
do You think he'll stay to dinner2"
IL shall invite him, my dear, most
a.suredlv."
Lisheth's countenance fell. "But,
papa" faltered she, "theres nothing but
barley SOUP"
''We will serve it with good old
fashioned sauce Of welcome, my dear,''
said the Reverend Mr.. Fem, with grave,
sweet smile, land I doubt not it will
SUFFICE"
Lisbeth founced out of the room with a
heightened color and quick, impatient
breath. 'Papa's an angel" said she to
hegcelf, "but angels never were adapted
to get along in this work-a-day world"
She put her golden head into the parlor
door for an instant. "Papa is very sbusy
with his Thirdly" said she, with a
rougish twinkle in the deep hazel eyes,
land he begs you'll be good enou
wait until he's through
The stranger bowed, and looked more
embarrassed than ever, as he answered
"oh, certainly, certainly. I am in no
haste whatever"
And Lisbeth went back to her sister.
"Polly," said she, "what will we do
Company to dinner, and nothing to give
them"
"But we must have something" said
Polly. "Put on your things, Lisbeth
Go out and buy fowl, and quart of
potatoes, and loaf of bread. And stop
at Mr.. Dakin's for an ounce of his best
tea and quarter of a pound of butter"
Lisbeth opened her eyes very wide at
this extravagant order.
ooh, you reckless Polly!' said she;
Sand where are all the funds to come
from?"
Polly sighed softly. II shall have to
take the dried cherry money" ssid che,
"that was saving for my fall hat and
gloves. But it isn't much matter. I
dare say | can manage very we'll with the
old ones for a little while longer"
"Its shame!" cried Llsbeth, ve-
hemently. "And to think how you toiled
all those hot summer days to pick and