Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1879-04-11
AsHTABULA OHIO, FRIDAY, APRIL H. 1879


this doleful resume, Lisbeth buried her
hot face in the pillows, and cried harder
than ever.
1t seemed an age to her, but it was
in reality little more than half an hour,
before Polly came fiuttering up the
stairs like a sweet-browed guardian
angel.
. Lisbeth," said she, darling, don't
fret-you meant no harm. Get up and
braid your hair and come downstairs.
Dinner will be on the table directly,
and papa is asking for you"
Lisbeth sat up and pushed the damp
fringe of yellow hair out of her eyes.
81 shall not come down, Polly"
g But you must, dear; papa would be
very much vexed.
"Neverr' cried Lisbeth, with fresh
burst of tears; "neUern'
But the country parson himself pres
emily came to the rescue, with mild
eyes and firm, GENTLE voice.
"NO member of my family must be
lacking in courtesy to n guest" said
he, taking Lisbeth gently by the hand;
and the poor child was led shan mefaced-
ly into the kitchen, where the table
was spread, and Polly stood smiling at
its head.
mir. Vincent" said the parson to
the tall stranger, " this is my youngest
child"
Il am the black sheep of the fam
ily," said Lisbeth, hanging her head,
and I'm very sorry, sir, and 1 beg
your pardon. "
Pray don't mention it." said Mr..
Vincent, in genuine distress at the
sight of the modification of this yellow
haired lassie with the deep hazel eyes
and the red, sensitive mouth.
And when dinner was Overland
here let US mention that Mr.. Vincent
ate and drank with an excellent appe-
tite, as if no lurking shadow of the
threatened dyspepsia disturbed his di-
gestiOn-and the country parsOn had
taken his guest into the study, Polly
put her arm around Lisbeth's waist,
and drew her out under the mcrning-
glory vines, where, by this time, the
blue and rose-tinted cups had al
folded themselves into tight little par
asolettes, and hidden behind theleaves.
''Lisbeth. said she, 1--we got good
news for you"
Nothing can be good news any
more, said Lisbeth, with fresh burst
of tears.
"Oh, but Hsten,'' soothed Polly.
Ode you know who this Mr.. Vincent
isP''
"A-missionary, I suppose" And
poor Lisbeth spoke the word as it was
a dose of quinine.
"No, dear, he's the Bishops secre-
tsry. And he has heard of papa's
learning and zeal and talent, and he
has come to offer him a parish near
New York, with twelve hundred dol
lars only think Of it, Lisbeth-twelve
hundred dollars a year, and an assist
ant. We shall be rich, darling, and
dear, dear papa win have little rest
and ease in his old age.
alt can't be true said Lisbeth,
vaguely.
"BIt it u.s." cried Polly; and then
the two sisters began to cry and sob,
with happy incOherence, in each others
arms.
''Is it possible" cried Polly Fem,
"that it is whole year since we came
to Moreham Rectory?"
1t was a year. Once more the wilo
grapes were scenting all the woods,
once more the golden-rod held up its
torches of fame along the course of
babbling brooks, and Polly shaded her
eyes with one hand, as she stood in the
doorway and watched Lisbeth come
lightly along the garden path, win the
yellow sunshine tangled in her hair,
and an unwonted moisture in her deep
eyes.
"What have you done with Mr.. Vim
cent?" asked Polly. demurely.
9 He is walking down by the fall>-
with papa," said Lisbeth, coming up
to her sisters side, and slipping one
arm through Polly's. "And, Polly
"Wel. dearest?''
"I-I have something to tell you"
Couldn't guess itP'' said Polly
laughing. mo, Lisbeth, dou't turI
your face away--I know it all, darling
He loves you, and you have promise
to be his wife"
"Polly," said Lisbeth, 81 think vol
must be a fortune-teller. But, oh!
am so happy! and l can hardly belle.
that it isn't all a dream"
"But, Lisbeth-''
"Well?"
Il thought you were never, ner.
going to marry "a"
But Lisbeth's soft little hand press,
over her sisters mouth, and her plead
ingly uttered, Please, Polly, don't
stopped the sentence ere it was ii
ished.
And Polly was merciful, and didn'
--Harper's Bazaar.