The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-12-02
BEsIEGING HIS HEART.

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BEsIEGING HIS HEART.
"a clergyman has no right to be .
single man., SAID Mrs. Brushby.
Certainly not" acquiested Miss Foxe.
,'Blt ! dare say he's engaged slyly
remarked the plump widow.
No, he's not, = said Miss Foxe. ssAt
least heard him tell Colonel Conlev
that he was entirely fancy free.''
Humph!' said Mrs. Brushby. .then
there 8 no reason why he shouldn't mar
~ and settle here at Exmar.'
"Exmar, indeedr' said Miss Foxe. who
had accepted Ter own maidenhood as a
foregone conclusion. s'There's nobody
here for him to mary only factory
girls, and Colonel Copley's six daugh-
tiers, the youngest of whom is 90, to Sc
lect FROM"
'sWhy shouldn't he marry either Won
or me. Felicia Foxe?" asked Mrs. Brush
by.''
';Why, he amt 3O!' said she.
Neither am L" said Mrs. Brushby.
"Now, Cornelia Brushby, there amt
no sort OF use coming that game over
me. Your were % when you married
Brushby, and he's been dead and buried
these ten years.
Mrs. Brushby laughed.
"Felicia,'' said she, .syou're worse than
an old family record. Dent YOU see
there's people older than their wears.
and people younger! I'm one of the lat.
ter, and / don't see why I can't marry
to do 500
So Mrs. Brushby took up the brown
yarn that she had been buying at Felicia
Foxes thread and needle stor and went
home
elbow slow you are, Clara, +" said Mrs.
Brushby, snappishly. IL supposed, Of
course, tea would be all ready by the
time I came back"
II am sorry for this delay, aunt.'' said
Clara, tlmidly, "bIt I was detained at
the factory
There, that will do. I don't see why
you need be fnging the factory in my
face all the time''
IL could not pay my board, aunt" said
she, "if did not earn the money in the
factory. But if the subject is disagree
able to you will endtavor to avoid it.'
II should like to 90 to church, aunt.n
Clara had ventured to say one Sunday
morning when the naples in the Glen
were all blazing in their autumn colors.
"Thats like your selfshness, Clara
Gone. And let me stay at home; for, of
course, one OF us must remain at home.t
see that we are not robbed by rramps, and
to cook the dinner.''
"hut couldn't go in the evening,
aunts''
''Certainly not" said Mrs. Brushby.
II belong to the 'Rebecca band,' Which
always meets in the chapel on Sunday
evenings, and Deacon Haisted calls for
me in his box wagon. If you feel so
piously inclined, why, you can read your
prayer book at home'' If by chance
Clara was invited to join in any of the
neighborhood festivities Mrs. Brushbv
made haste to decline for her.
"Clara never goes out" she said. "She
has no taste for such things, poor dear.''
The pale girl had just taken the teapot
on the stove, upon this especial evening,
when Mrs Brushby uttered an exclama-
ton of surprise. ~.
..Whisk the things into the closet,
quick, Clara said she. ''Put the bread
behind the family Bible. Don't leave
that bottle of pickles on the mantel.
Mr.. Selwyn is coming
MY visit is intended to your niece.
Miss Cone, as we'll as YOURSELF said Mr..
Selwyn, after the ,pic of the weather
had been duly dis '.ssed.
ooh, Clara said Mrs. Brushby, sim
perlngg--''Clara wishes to be excused:
Clara sees no company. I really regret
the dear girls eccentrlcty, but,
"She never comes to church, said
Mr.. Selwyn, gravely.
"Ah. h.h J" groaned Mrs. Brushby, cher
heart is like the neither milestone. IF
you knew, dear Mr.. Selwyn, how / have
strlven with her.
am beginning series of sermons to
young people next Sunday evening.
Pray use your endeavors to induce this
young girl to attend"
And Mrs. Brushby promised that she
would, and the young Clergyman took
his leave.
you must!" said Mrs. Brushby.
"Please, aunt, don't ask mel, said
Clara. with tears in the limpil eyes.
What a goose you srei'' said Mrs.
Brushby. ''As if it made any earthly
difference! And must have the dress
to wear to church to n orrow evening.
MI: SelWyn is to preach the first of a
series OF sermons to young people. and
I'm specially interested in en-"
But never sewed on SUNDAY in mv
life.'' 10y
''The cressmaker has disappointed
me, and must have the dress. a few
seams more or less; what do they mat
ter! XII risk Your soul! And nobody
need ever know. Only think, Clara
Cone, how much have done for you.''
"ob, aunt, cant tn cried Clara, in
choked voice. sit wouldn't be right,
And who set you up as a Judge of
right and wrong, I'd like to know? Now
t !, your choice: either finish up the
dress for me or leave the house,,
81 will leave the house, she said.
"And | fully approve Of your deci-
slon:' said MI. selwyn's voice, as he
stepped from the open door norticn