Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-03

Side by side my Willie says
Like as pin to pin,
on, the happy, happy days
When our ships come In.
While our ships are sailing,
Sailing over the sea,
Willie's ship and my ship
Full as full can be,
Sailing on the sunny tide
Grieving would be sin;
Soon or late, and side by side;
Shall our ships come in.
st. Nicholas
DEACON GRINDERS EXPERT
sMENT.
~ hope the children haven't been any
trouble to you, Miss Peck2' said Deacon
Grinder, as his one-horse chaise drew. up
on the green in front Of Miss Philena
Peck's house.
Miss Peck hurried out, all smiles, to
greet the portly widower.
"The little darlings!'' cried she, eff
fusely. "Trouble. indeed! Why, dea-
con how you talk! It's positive pleas
ure to have 'em here. I should like to
keep them a week."
The deacon smiled and shook his head.
''That would be a little to much,n said
he. "Come, children, jump into the
wagon"
And the three apple-cheeked little
Grinders--two girls and boy-were
kissed and Rugged, and lifted into the
wagon by the beaming spinster.
~ shall he SO lonely when they are
gone,' she said. I do so dote on chill
dren? Remember, darlings, that the goose
berries will be ripe next week, and your
own Peck will be only too happy to see
you again.
The widow Clapp came hurrying out
as the chaise ratified by, with a tin pail
in her hand.
"Dear me, Deacon Grinder" said she.
'you are always in such a hurry. Do
stop minute, can't you? Here's a pail
of our new honey in the comb. I know
the darlings will like it on their bread
and butter of an evening. When are they
coming to spend the day with meg de-
clare Josie is growing a perfect beauty! p
Tut, tut, Mrs. Clapp!" said the deacon,
his face shining all over with satisfaction.
Handsome is that handsome does.
1udt my mOCIO.
"And nobody can't do handsomer than
my little Joe," said Mrs. Clapp. 'sAnd
there's Tommy grown as handsome as
as you; drop into tea some evening this
week.
The deacon had hardly guided his old
horse around the corner Of the village
green when Miss Barbara Bowyer tripped
out of the millinery store.
81 do hope you'll excuse me, Deacon
Grinder" said she, with all the pretty
confusion which naturally belong to a
maiden of six-and-thirty summers, "but
/ was SO edited with your be-yu-tiful
remarks in prayer meeting Monday night,
that couldn't help setting myself to
| work to think what I could do
for you. And here's collar We stitched
for dear Tommy, and a handkerchief I've
embroidered for Josie, and doll I've
taken the liberty to dress for Dorothy.
0, don't thank me pray. It amt nothing
compared with the peace of mind I got a
listening to your precious remarksp'
But Naomi Poole, sitting at her needle
work, by the old red farmhouse window.
had only a smile and nod for the party
as they drove by.
va, }" said Josie, who was shrewd,
sallowfaced child of eleven, 'sdon't Miss
Poole love us as we'll as Miss Peck and
Mrs. Clapp and Miss Barbara Bowyer9"
II hope SO, my child, y; said the be-
nign deacon. "Why do you ask the
question:
Because she never gives us anything"
said Josie.
"she is poor child is poor" said
the deacon. "But I 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
perspicacity..
elf you've really made up your mind
to marry again joshua" said she
II think it would add to my domestic
felicity" SAID the deacon, serenely.
SIN that case,' said Miss Mahala Ann.
II do hope you'll make sensible choice,
and not allow yourself to he imposed up
on by pack of selfish widows and schem-
ing old maids"
SISTER said the deacon, mildly, "you
are severe"
"No, I Amt" said Mahala Ann. "If
you wasn't well-to-do in the world, and
hadn't nice home and a farm, and
money at interest, they wouldn't none Of
them look twice at you.'
HDo you think so?'' said the deacon.
and he pondered the question long and
earnestly in his own mind. 'sUpon the
whole said he, bringing down his palm
upon the table, II amt sorry those in
vestments of mine in the Mariposa silver
mining company have proved failure
ssWhat do you mean?" said Miss Ma
hala Ann, curiously cycling him over the
top Of her spectacles.
But the deacon only shook his head
and smiled
"Tlme will show" said he, sstime will
show"
The news that Deacon Grinder was ruin
ed in Mariposa silver mining stock few
like wildfre through the peaceful COM
munity at Fitchville -Four Corners.
swell, said Miss Philena Peck, II am
beat"
"He never had no judgment In money
matters" said the widow Clapp.
I've thought all along that he was liv-
ing too fast, said Barbara Bowyer.
"Those poor little children, what is to
become of them?'' said Naomi Poole,
wisttully.
The next day the deacon made his ap-
pearance at Miss Peck's homestead, pale
and rather shabby; with child in each
hand and one following him.
"Miss Peck said he, II suppose you
have heard the news2'
UYes.n said Miss Peck. lookine, win ooor