The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1880-01-08

eye OF Alp0O03e. he was neT JuO&e, ue0t-
ing her social position by the cut Of her
dress, the quality of these very ribbons.
Janet drew her father into the garden
as soon as tea was over.
at is so uncomfortable In there" she
said, as she lighted his pipe and sat down
at his feet on the grass.
"Never let trifies reach you, my dear.
What says Epictetus2 What matters to
me anything which happens, if my soul
is above itY
Eyes, Of course" She laid her fathers
hand on her head; she liked to ieel him
draw the bro1n cu1ls through his fingers.
Old Colonel came out of the stable and
curlcd up ON her dress. The happy tears
were in Janet's eyes. She was not think
ing Of Epictetus.
"Fatherl"
"Well, my dear?"
"MIs. Asher is coming this evening"
and-and her son."
The old man might be dull IN ordinary
matters, but he was keen Of sight and
feeling where Janet was concerned.
He stroked her head softly, and did
not speak tor q minute or two.
'He is u friend of yours, Janet2''
"A very good friend, father. II
think"
eyes, yes. l understand"
The old man could not go on. He put
his hand over her eyes. as her head rest
cd on his knee, that she might not see
how greatly he was moved.
Janet was very young. She had never
had lovers, like mere forward girls. This
thought of love or marriage was new
both to her and the Old man. They had
not as much worldly knowledge about it
as many children. They sat silent for q
long while.
ale never has said that he cared for
me. father. And perhaps he has forgot
ten me. don't know" said Janet, at
last.
II do not believe he has"
As he spoke, a Young man came has
tily up the road, and catching sight Of
them, jumped tho fence, hurrying straight
to them.
''Who is this, Janet2" whispered DR..
Shenley.
"Miss shenley," cried the young man,
eagerly, before Janet could answer, "you
must forgive me. l have brought all the
dust Of travel with me. But l could moi
wait. Will you not present me to your
father?'
He was flushed and embarrassed, and
Janet was quite US awkward. But the ole
doctor, who had certain simple gracious
ness, when dragged away from books
and beetles, managed to put them boil
at their ease.
Miss Miranda sent to summon the doc
tor to the house presently. Hugh Asher
looked after him with reverence.
Sand that is DR.. shenley9" he sand. q,
used to hear my father speak of hum a.
the first Of American naturalists. NJ,
father was a naturalist, too, though in /
small way" he added, proudly. I wisl
could have mentioned that to DR.. Shen
ley. 1t might have made him think bet
ter of me-" with an almost boyish blus},
"Vho is that in the garden2" demand
ed Miss Renshaw.
"a young man named Asher. A good
honest lad, he seems to be-" added tn
doctor, thoughtfully. ale has mos
1uSCulOuo luCC.
"Good gracious! Asher! And 20,
in your old dressing-gown! Ant
Janet in her blue calico! What shall
doe
'.De9 Invite the lad in to drink cu]
of coffee. He is tired with his journey
no doubt" said the doctor, as he went in
to the dingy Office where his patien
waited.
Miss Renshaw raised hands in amaze
ment. "Hed bring an Asher in to drinl
a cup of coffee just as he would John tn
postman, or the ploughboy," she said
"Inside of this house an Asher dom
come until it is ready for them."'
Miss Renshaw kept her resolution
The next day the faded old carpet wa
taken up, and gaudy imitation Of brus
sells took its place; pair Of staring vase
(all bought at "the store" on credit) dec
grated the mantel-shelf instead of tn
doctors case OF Floridlan beetles.
Miss Tibbert, the village dressmake,
was busy, meantime, in altering slcaz
silk of Miss Miranda's to fit her neice.
"Makc it as stylish rs possible urge
Miss Miranda ''Tae girl has nothin,
fashionable to wear. Piece the bacl
width into long trail, so as to sweep tn
ground nicely Basic this imitation lac
into the neck and Sleeves
Leaving Miss T1bbert at work, sh
donncd all her own finery, and sallie'
forth to call upon Mrs. Asher, who wa
boarding at Squire Gray's, mile out 9
the village. Mrs. Asher was in, and Mis-
Renshaw, Us she left, said to herself tia
the call had been great success.
"They must he astonlshed to meet 8
fine conversationallst in this out-of- the
way place." she reflected, as she MARCHES
triumphantly down Squire Gray's lans
At the stile she met Hugh Asher, an
bowed with the mingled reserve Of
stranger and the affection Of o futur
aunt.
"Who is that strange creaturc?" aske
Hugh when he went into the house.
Mrs. Asher, mild little woman
looked perplexcd and grave. "Dr. Sllen
ley's sister," she replied, briefly.
"Now we are having an insight into tn
family relations of your Fair Maid Q
Newburgh,' Hugh cried his cousin Ju
liza, clapping her ringed hands. "That
her aunt. She came to invite US all t
dinner on Tuesday. If the Shenley fam
lily have strong point, 1t is social posi-
ton There is nobody in the villag
whom they could ask to meet us-wretch
ed plebians all! o, we know all abou
it," shaking her head gleefully until tn
hoped earrings rang. II thought tina
the charm Of your village maiden lay il
her sweet simplicityG Why, the samil
are leaders in style and fashion. Aun
Miranda dt1it!"
Hugh did not answer his cousin. Their
was reason why Julia should dislik
poor little Janet; and the lad, though n
cOxcOmb, knew it.
When she had left the room, his moth
er said to him gently:
"You have not asked Janet to MARI
you yet, Hugh9"
mo, mother. But"
Eyes, I know all that you would say
But do not be rash. Wait but for
day"
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