The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-02-12

preserving them, if Mrs. Deacon Biod-
gett hadn't offered to supply the sugar on
halves. Oh, do hate this lifel Even
Brisket the butcher thinks he can insult
us with inapunity."
EYES," said Polly, thoughttully, tive
mustn't order any more meat at pres
emit"
"But we must live" flashed out Lis,
beth. 49,. u..
"Tkere is salt mackerel," said Polly,
land eggs, and vegetable soups, and Mrs.
Pullett always sends US a nice cut of
pork and some fresh sausage when they
kill their pig. oh, we shall get along
somehow, Lisbeth; anything is better
than debt" ..
Lisoeth looking up with sparkling
eyes.
"Polly," cried she, "why don't they
increase papa's salarya Six hundred
dollars year is shameful p:ttance for
! 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 L;sbeth, shaking the yellow name out
of her eyes. land 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
that!''
''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. mo, Polly,
never! I'd marry dust-man first! For
| dust-men get their pay, and clergYmen
don't, and"-
:Lisbeth stopped short, scarlet andcon-
FUSED, in this rhapsody of hers, for, chanc-
ing to glance up, she beheld in the door
| way tall and solem faced youhg man,
with an umbrella in one hand and a
travelling sachel in the other.
ave uont want anything, please"
said she, jumping an once to the conclu-
sion that she beheld book agent, or
|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; II must have mistaken
the house. was looking for the Rev
| erend Francis Fcnnp'
my good gracious! another mission
ary," murmured Lisbeth, ,sotto~eeoe, as
Polly stepped graciously forward, say
| ing:
''You are not mistaken, sir; this is the
hoLse. Please to walk into the .parlor,
and will speak to papa"
The best room OF the parsonage was
cool and dark, with green paper shades
drawn down, 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
certain corner; 1.-The leg is broken and
we've glued it, and I'm sfraid it's not
quite safe. This one is better"
While Lisbeth, hiding her face in Der
apron, murmurs to herself, IT'S there no
end to our humiliationss Is our world
always to be full of glue and patches,
| and mends and make-shiftse"
elisabeth" said Polly, returning, Ego
and call papa"
"lt's another missionary, I'm sure, ",said
Lisbeth, unwittingly pulling down the
sleeves. of her brown calico dress. "And
I.know he'll stay to dinner, and he's got
a hungry glare in his eyes, and there's
nothing for dinner but barely soup and a
cabbage. Oh dear" with a grimace
which made Polly laugh in spite of her.
~ Ar ~ -
extinct"
The country parson looked mildly up
from the second paragraph of his
''Th1rdly," as Lisbeth came in, smelling
of wild grapes, with an aureole of yellow
hair, about her face.
ePapa," said she, there's & gentleman
in the parlor to see you, with a carpet
In5ag and a white necktie!''
'>Ah!' said the clergyman. ga visitor,
I suppose. He is most welcome. But I
sam Just at present deep in the thread of a
complicated poIemic theory. Make my
compliments to the gentlemen, Lisbeth,
AID beg his indulgence tor quarter of
an hour or So" And the parson dipped
his pen into the time stained wooden
stsadish, rs if he was determinedsto settle
the subject at cnce.
1'But, papa!" Lisbeth had caught at his
! coat cuff to reclaim him temporarily from
theHabysses of theological argument.
''Yes, my dear," looking abseatly at
her.
*tDo you think he'll stay to dinaer?"
u shall invite him, my dear, most
assuredlv::"
Lisheth's countsnance fell. .''But.
papa, :faltered she, +'there's nothing but
barley SOUP"
''We will serve 1t with good old
fashioned sauce Of welcome, my DEAR"
said the Reverend Mr.. Fem, with a grave,
sweet smile, ''and I t,oubt not it will
suffica."
Lissaeth hounced outsof the room wiaa a
heightened color and quick, impatient
breath: "PePpa's an angel" said she to
herself, 1@hut;angels never were adapted
to get song an this work-a-day world"
She put her golden head into the parlor
door for an instant. "Papa is very busy
with his 'Thipdly'" said she, with a
rougish twinkle in the deep hazel eyes,
"and he begs you'll be good enough to
wait nnfi4 daa2a fhrO,1uhD