Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1880-08-14

The thick, DARK DIdluS Oh HoI Hall "a |
person so entirely different from what
he expected to see that he stopped short
In some perplexity. II
as this-ahem6Sa rah" he asked.
81 am Sarah Fielding" she responded.
II have called-tO speak to you" said
he. with desperate rallying of his YER
bal forces. Perhaps, Sarah, you may
know who l amp"
mo, / DON'T" said the girl in some
surprise.
Il am Mr.. Caryl, the pastor of the par
ish."
Il am happy to make your acquaint-
ance," said the girl. putting out one
slim hand in the easiest possible man.
ner.
The pastor hesitated. This was not
what he looked for at all.
"Of cOurse-Of course" said he, But
how does it happen, Sarah, that you are
at home again so sOOn?"
"D0 you mean at WestbrOOk?" /
"Where else should l mean?" retorted |
Mr.. Caryl, crustily-fOr he felt that If he
once abandoned his tone of authority he
was lost. "Why didn't you stay where
you were?"
Sarah colored up to the roots of her
hair. He could perceive that, even in
the uncertain rise and fall of the uncer-
tain freight.
Il did not like the position" she said
low voice.
"But you ought to like it," said Mr..
Caryl.
'sYou are not aware Of all the circum-
stances" pleaded Sarah.
81 am quite aware" said Mr.. Caryl,
severely, "that vanity is the root of all
your evils"
"VanityP"
The crimson was deeper than ever
now on brow and temple as she half
rose.
s"Yes;<vanityr' impressively reiterated
tie clergyman. BE silent, if you please,
ybung woman, and hear me out. You
iaye certain amount of personal at
| fractions, which appears to have turned
your head. Remember that beauty is
but skin deep. Call to mind frequently
| tie ancient adage that handsome Is
! tRGtrhandsOme Does After all you are
not Mary Queen of Scots, or Cleopatra.
NOW take my advice Sarah"
FBut have not asked for itP she
cried, out i'm chOked accents.
$40 matter whether you have or not, "
said Mr.. .Caryl, calmly. 1t is my bust
mas to volunteer good counsel, and
yOArS to receive it. repeat, Sarah, take
ln% advice, and go back to your last
place. Apologize humbly for your
shortcomings; tell the woman of the
house that you will strive to amend your
conduct for the future, and eHdeavOr to
deserve her approval. Put away your
/ silly ribbons, bows and brooches, with
a stem glance at the poor, little agate
bresfpin that glistened at the girls
lthrOat-"and leave the vain accessories
of dress to your betters, always remem-
bering that the ornament of meek and
quiet spirit"
But Just at this point the young cler.
gyman's grafton abruptly checked by
the entrance of Mrs. Prune herself
shawled and bOnnetted, and breathing
fast from the haste she had made. In one
hand she held prOdigiOus brown cotton
UMBRELLA; with the other she dragged
| forward the untidy damsel of the shaw
and curl papers.
Here she is, Mr.. Caryl, here she isl'
|, bawled Mrs. Prune, who did not posses!
: the most excellent thing in woman, "a
: low and gentle voice." A lazy, gOOd-fOr
/ nothing, stuck-up, vain mink, as needn'
. suppose as Pm going to do for her NJ
Iongerl You needn't hang back, Sarah
!, | it amt no goodl Here she is, Mr.. Cary
s heres SarahH'
The young pastor stared in amaze
d ment.
e rs that Sarah?" said he.
= "That's Sarah" painted Mrs. Prune.
+. "And who is this?" he demanded, turn
# ing to the slim, dark-eyed girl with tn
, blue ribbon and agate brooch.
THAT'S my niece, Sally Fielding, q
J. has been gOyerness of a family up i
e Maine for three years." said Mrs. Prun'
le "And she's down on visit nOw-cOm
;" this very afternoon. Hain't you bee
lie introduced yet? Mr.. Caryl, my nice
D. Sallie. Sallie. this 'ere'S@"
TO But before she could finish the WORD
re of her formal introduction the clerg.
7e man had made nervous grasp for n
a. hat.
IS III have been the victim of misul
Is Outstanding" stammered he. 9Th
/? young person told me that she WI
1t, Sarah"
70 Il bega thousand apologies" sa
a. Mr.. Caryl, feeling the cold sweat dr.
from every pore.
IS. Miss Fielding burst out laughing.
IN "They are. cheerfully granted" sa
Sc she. mo, don't go away, Mr.. Cary
Id holding out her hand as he was turniI
ne to depart. 81 have learned that you pc
C. SEES at least the virtue of frankness. Shs
or we not be friendsT
And Mr.. Caryl looked into the dar
i'd blue ewes and said, eyes"
He forgot all about the hot corn bre'
lis and strawberry jam at home, and stay
to tea at Mrs. Prune's, while the rig
le- Sarah escaped the intended lecture a.
the wrong Sarah presided in most q
he cious and winning manner behind
,u- cups and saucers, and old Mrs. Cal
laughed heartily when her son explal
MS ed the curious IencOnter to her later
the evening.
"But why did she leave her situation
dy. the wrong Sarah mean?" said she.
5he Because the young heir OF the h0l
er. made love to her." said Mr.. Caryl; an
don't wonder at it. She's the prettl
er- little creature ever saw In my life.
"Perhaps, them" said Mrs. Cal
rst, doubtfully. "yOur advice wasn't so "
)rn much amiss, after all"
Certainly it was" said MIR. Gal
ryl. with spirit.
axe The old lady looked sharp at him..
"Charles," said she, Il do bell
your're struck with her."
lad "NODsensel" said Caryl, turning re-
'aI- But Just three months later, when
a9- moon was at the full, and sleighlng
MS ties the rage, Mr.. Caryl brought n
gnu Fielding bone from singing school
oKs, his new cutter, and told her secret
MS the way-that he loved her.
)Sty And on tho xUrnnO Sarah was the ri