Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-07-20
Deacon Grinders Experiment.

Il hope the children haven't been any
trouble to you, Miss Peck r. said Deacon
Grinder, as his one-horse chaise drew up
on the green in front of Miss Philena
Peck's house.
Mrs. Peck hurried out, all smiles, to
greet the portly widower.
The little darlings!" cried S. e effus-
lively. Trouble, indeed Why, deacon
how you talk! It's a positive pleasure
to have 'em here. should like. to keep
them wee k"
The deac on smiled and shook his head.
''That would be little too much"
SAID he. "Come children, Jump into the
wagon
And the three apple-cheeked little
Grlnders-tw girls and a boy-were
kissed, and Rugged, and lifted into the
wagon by the beaming spinster.
II shall be so lonely when they are
gone,' she said. II do so dote on chill
dren Remember, darlings, that the goose
berries will be ripe next week, and that
your own Peck will be only too happy
to see you again"
The widow Clapp came hurrying out,
as the chaise ratified by, with tin pail in
her hand.
''Dear me, Deacon Grinder" said she.
''You are always in such hurry. Do
stop minute, can't you? Here's pail
OF our new honey in the comb. know
the darlings will like it on their bread
and butter Of an evening. When are
they coming to spend the day with me?
1 declare Josie is growing perfect
beautyr'
Tut, tut, Mrs Clapp!' said the dea-
con, his face beaming all over with satis-
faction. Handsome is that handsome
does. That is my motto"
"And nobody can't do handsomer than
my little Joe" SAID Mrs Clapp "And
there's Tommy grown as handsome as
never was, and Dolly the very picture of
you; drop IN to tea some evening this
week."
The deacon had hardly guided his old
horse around the corner Of the village
green when Miss Barbary Bowyer tripped
out of the millinery store.
II Go hope you'll excuse me, Deacon
Grinder" said she, with all the pretty
confusion which naturally belongs to a
maiden OF six and thirty summers, but
l was so edited with your be-yu-tiful
remarks in prayer meeting. Monday
night, that l couldn't help setting myself
to work to think what could do for YOU.
And here's collar I've stitched for dear
Tommy, and a handkerchief I've en-
broidered for Josie, and doll as I've took
the liberty to dress for Dorothy. Oh.
don't thank me, pray. 1t amt nothin',
compared with the peace of mind I cot
listening to your precious remarksn'
But Naomi Poole, sitting at her needle
work, by the old red farm house window,
had only smile and anod for the party
as they drove by.
pa, said Josie, who was shrcwd,
llow-faced child of eleven, 'don't Miss
Poole love us as we'll as Miss Peck, and
Mrs. Clapp, and Miss Barbara Bowyer?'
II hope so, my child" said the benign
deacon. "Why do you ask the question:?
Because she never gives us anything
said Josie.
''She is poor, child-she is poor" said
the deacon. "But am sure you all have
her good wishes"
I'D rather have honey" said Tommy
and gooseberries and dolls" added
little Dorothy.
But when the deacon sat alone by his
hearthstone that evening, his sister, Miss
Mahala Ann Grinder, expressed herself on
the subject with great plainness and per.
spicuity.
eff you've really made up your mind
to marry again, joshua said she.
II think it would add to nv domestic
felicity" said the deacon, serenity.
"ln that case," said Mahala Ann, 81 do
hope you'll make sensible choice, and
not allow yourself to be imposed upon by
pack of selfish widows and schemino
old maids"
Sister said the deacon mildly, "you
are severe"
"No, aint,'' said Miss Mahala Ann
'If you wasn't we'll to do in the world,
and hadn't nice home and farm, and
money at interest, they wouldn't none OF
'em lsok twice at you.''
'Do you think so?'' said the deacon.
and he pondered the question long and
earnestly in his own mind. Upon the
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