The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-04-27

81 am Mr.. Caryl, the pastor OF the
parish"
81 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 had looked for at all.
"of course-of course" said he. "But
how does II happen, Sarah, that you are
at home agaip 80 soon Y''
"Do you mean at Westbrook Yn
"Where else should mean 7" retoft-
ed Mr.. Caryl, crustily he felt that If
he once abandoned his tone OF authority
he was lost. "Why didn't you stay
where you were 7"
Sarah colored up to the roots of the
hair. He could preceive that, even In
the uncertain rise and fall of the fire.
light.
II did not like the position" said she
In low voice.
But you ought to like it," said Mr..
Caryl.
"Yon are not aware of oil the crcum-
Stances" pleaded Sarah.
81 am quite aware" said Mr.. Caryl
severely, " that vanity is the root of all
your evilsl"
"Vanity ?"
The.crimson was deeper than ever
now, on brow and temple, as she half
rose.
''Yes vanity !" impresslvely reiterated
the clergyman. Be silent If you please,
young woman, and hear me out. You
have certain amount of personal at
fractions, which appear to have turned
your head. Remember that beauty is
but skin deep. Call to mind frequently
the ancient adage, that Handsome is
that handsome does.' After all, you are
neither Mary Queen of Scots nor Cleo
patra. Now, take my advice, Sarah"
" But have not asked for it," she
cried out, In choked accents.
" No matter whether you have or have
not" said Mr.. Caryl, calmly. at is
my mission to volunteer good counsel,
and yours to receive 1t. repeat, Sarah,
take my 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 endeav-
or to deserve her approval. Put away
your silly ribbon bows and brooches''-
with stern glance at a poor little agate
breast.pin that glistened at the girls
throat-"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 was abruptly checked
by the entrance of Mrs. Prune herself,
shawled, and bonneted, 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 shawl and curl papers.
''Here she is Mr.. Caryl-here she is -
bawled Mrs. Prune, who did not possess
that most excellent thing in woman, "a
lew and gentle voice." "a lazy, good
for-nothing, stuck-up, vain mink, as
needn't suppose as Pm going to do for
her no longer You needh It hang back,
Sarah it amt no good Here she is,
Mr.. Caryl-here's Sarah !"
The young pastor stared in amaze
ment.
" Is that Sarah 2" said he.
"That's Sarah" painted Mrs. Prune.
Sand who's this 2" he demanded,
turning to the slim, dark-eyed girl, with
blue ribbon and the agate brooch.
"That's my niece, Sallie Fielding, as
has been governess to family up in
Maine, for three years." said Mrs.
Prune. "And she's down here on q
visit now-came this very afternoon:
Hain't you been introduced yet? Mr..
Caryl, my niece Sallie Sallie, this
ere's--
But before she could finish the words
of her formal Introduction, the clergy
man had made nervous grasp at his
hat.
"I-I have been the victim of a mis-
understanding" stammered he. "This
young person told me that. she was
Sarah.'' n
SO she is" said Mrs. Prune. "But
she amt the Sarah as is to be spoken
to-" ire