Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1880-10-21
Mr.. RuSSet al Saratoga.

When the doctors recommended six week
at Saratoga to Reuben Russet, they posi-
bly, didn't think Of Pennie joyce. Doc
tors are apt to be men Of one idea Mr.. Rus
sets digestive apparatus was certainly ou
of order; but little Miss Joyce's heart-tha
was quite another thing.
hr. Russet was young theological stu
dent, with pale brown hair, an intellectual
face, and slight stoop in the shoulders
Pennie Joyce was farmers rosy-checkeC
daughter, the eldest of a large family Of
children, and one of those thrifty girls who
understand the whole theory and practict
of housekeeping from Alpha to Omega. Tt
become minister's wife was visible
promotion to her, and she exulted in it, in
her quiet way But to be separated from
him for six whole weeks that was
| trial.
THE time will soon pass, my love, ,
said Reuben, in the slightly patronizing
manner which he affected toward Pennie.
"Yes, know it will dear, said Pennie,
valiantly trying to smile.
'AEd | shall write every day."
''That will be so good ofyou!" said Pen
| ME.
And really, you know, Pennie. a man
whose mission is to reach the soul ought to
have little knowledge of human nature y
''Ges, of course, assented the girl.
'And where can one obtain it so we'll as
at one of these great human hives where
the fashionable world congregates?"
''To be Sure!" said Pennie.
81 only wish you were going" he
added, affectionately.
Pennin siGhed softly
'.Of course that is out of the question,
said she.
Farmer Joyce shook his head when he
heard the dictum of the medical man.
''Saratogy, indeed" said he. II don't
believe Saratogy is bit better than our
spring down by the Maple grove. I'd ven
ture Reub Russet'd be well enough If he'd
gJ out and weed onions half an hour every
morning; and besides, I've heerd there's a
lot of temptation at place like Saratogy."
''I dare say" said Pennie, with mild
superiority, ''for some people. But Reuben
is above that sort of thing"
"Humph!" said Farmer Joyce. 81 amt
80 sure of that"
Father how can you2" cried the indig-
nant girl, bristllng up like hen-canary.
Human natur' is human natur whether
its at Saratogy or any other place, y stoutly
maintained the farmer.
Mr.. Russet went to Saratoga and took
rooms at fashionable boarding house,
near the Hathborn spring. He walked up and
down the elm shaded paths with two little
devotional books, of morning, listened tc
the band, and studied out telling sentences
for possible sermons, in the afternoon, anC
edged himself modestly into the glItterng
bathrooms of the monster hotels at night,
| when the German was IN full career.
'Merely to study my fellow -creatures!'
said Mr. Russet, as he adjusted his eye
glasses.
Such delightful study" said Mis-.
Gushington Gordon, who blazed will
Jewels, and wore long-traiped skirts. sucl
as Mr.. Russet never had beheld at Rasp
berry Vale.
Miss Gushington Gordon had the bes
room at the house, the largest wardrobe
and the most brilliant necklaces. Rumo
called her great heiress, and Mr.. Russe
found her very agreeable.
She had big, purple-blue eyes, hair o
the real Roman gold, complexion whicl
was undeniable work of art, and soft
languid voice, whose syllables dropped
from her lips like globules of silver.
''LHe is such vacuum said Miss Gush
ington Gordon.
my experience exactly2" said the youne
, theological student, who was fast losin
his head.
cat least" corrected tie beauty, &C
have always found it so until now. Blu
your grand grasp of subjects, your read
ing of the book of existence has somehoI
awakened me to new sense of thingss"
Mr., Russet grew red to the very roots @
his hair, with pleasurable tingling.
81 am but too proud" he stammered, 81
| have succeeded in unraveling any pre-
blem which"
''Oh!" cried Miss Gushington Gordon
Shave said too much2 Pray, pray fol
, give my impulsiveness! / am the creatur
of emotion?"
She put out little, sparkling hand wit
bewitching frankness to the specialized stu
dent. Mr.. RusseU gave it gentle pressure
and forgot to drop it again.
That was the first day that he omitte
to write to little Penelope Joyce, at the re
: farmhouse in Raspberry Vale.
. ''She won't be so foolish as to expect
letter every mail" he said, little IN
patiently.
At the end of six weeks he came home
Pennie met HIM at the railroad, with ht
dimpled lips put up for kiss.
81 may as well tell you, at once, Pei
ME" he began.
But just then Deacon Oberne came VI
with that vise-like hand grip of his, an
}. there was no chance to say more until the
= parted at the crossroads, by the mill.
"Perhaps it is just as WE'LL" said tt
theological student, to himself. I'll write
her that have changed my mind, and e
gagged myself to Antoinette Gushingto
Gordon. l ought to have written fro