Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-10-10

ing of coming - said City Pullen, who,
"to accommodate, as she often told us.
| had kindly consented to rule over our
kitchen and us with rod of pine in the
form of crutch).
As Gritty had no home, no money. and
only one foot of her own, but as good as
four ears and two tongues. it might
rem sometimes that the accommodation
was two-sided. However, things are
not what they seem.
l knowed it was Mr.. Corliss % pur-
sued Gritty, triumphantly, as grand
father opened the doos and disclosed the
figures of our minister aud his wife. 81
can tell his step as far of as l can hear
it. Did you ever notice his eyes" she
continued. "They look like two holes
burned in blanket. And he holds his
head just like Deacon Shackelford's old
white horse"
And then she disappeared in the
kitchen with her crutch and the cat,
while Aunt Susannah put in her teeth,
put On her black silk apron, and went
with her meeting step into the parlor
When followed her, soon after. I found
her talking in as steady a flow as the
waters came down at Lodore to Mrs.
Corliss, who sat by the woodbine win
dow, with hands folded in her black net
ted mitts across her lap, and her tea
colored curls shaking their heads, as it
we're, at the world and its vanities while
grandfather, VINO had been senior deacon
for fifty years, and who had no idea even
the church edifce could stand without
him, was already in deep discussion with
Mr.. Corliss upon the question then alb
sorblng and disturbing us, as to whether
our Sabbath-school should hereafter be
called Sunday-school.
can never consent to have q relig-
ious organization known by heather
name," grandfather was saying, as had
heard him say half hundred times be-
fore.
And Mr.. Corliss, with his serene, white
head bent toward him, was thinking how
he could braid in one of the fo5silized
fathers and the versatile sons of the
church
So there was nothing for me to do but
to sit and smile and listen; for grand
father and Aunt Susannah were not the
persons to yield the floor when it was
once theirs by priority.
"Mr Corliss, is it not time for us to
go?" said Mrs. Corliss, at early star-ris-
ing, with her measured dignity.
Certainly, my DEAR" replied Mr..
Coriiss, rising at once, with his head
still bent to catch grandfathers last sen
tence.
bella, put on your hat and walk out
with us q little way. It is charming
evening"" said Mrs. Corliss, turning to
ne after taking q ceremonious leave O,
Aunt Susannah.
OF course went for my hat I should
as soon think of insisting on breathing
in an exhausted receiver as OF refusing
to follow a suggestion Of Mrs. Corhss'.
Or so I supposed thon. But trembled
in my heart, and began to run over in
my mind all my little over-dones and
under-dones. She had such Lady Su-
perior way that, though I really loved
our minister's wife, I always felt sense
of guilt, and never at home with her.
But it seemed it was not that I had
been late at church or absent from the
sewing society this time Neither had J.
a bow too many or bow too few on my
Sunday bonnet. Worse, though Mr..
Brodhead had been to her.
"My DEAR" she began, as sweet and
as cold and as stiff as a dish of frozen
custard, 81 want to have serious talk
with you on q serious subject, and per-
haps l may as well say at once, MIR.
Brodhead has solicited the good Offices
of Mr.. Corliss and myself between you
and himself. He seems to be very ear
nest admirer, but very difident one.
What should you say to the idea of
entertaining proposal of marriage from
him ?"
81 couldn't think of such thing for
o moment, Mrs. Corliss. I have no ex-
pectation or wish ever to marry anyone"
said l, feeling very much annoyed.
Mrs. Corliss sighed severely. Mar
riage is adivinely-appointed institution"
said she, "and not to be lightly set aside
without due consideration and prayer
You are net now prepared to give final
answer to so important a matter. It
comes upon you suddenly. Take time,
my dear friend, to think it over care
fully, prayerfully, and with view to
what is your duty"
Mrs. Corliss shut her lips tight, as
though to keep her teeth in, and then
kissed me goodnight soft, clammy
kiss, which made me feel as though [
wanted q lump of sugar. Accordingly,
went in the house and ate one, and
thought no more about Mr.. Brod-
head for a month and day.
At the end of that time Aunt Kent
asked me to go down and do up her
caps. Aunt Kent was a dear, good old
lady, who lived in little yellow and
white cottage at the end of the grave
yard. where her husband and seven
children were lying in one pathetic row,
under the beds of heart s-ease and for
get-me-nots. But when they went she
adopted all the world into her warm,
motherly heart. So, though she lived
alone, with little cream-colored grey
hound, she had large family, and who
ever was sick, or sorry, or needy, went
to her, as well as whoever wished for
sympathy in health and gladness.
Dear Aunt Kent! When l went in,
there she was knitting checked sock
for young Mrs. Cables first baby, with
such look of peaceful repose on her
face that one would be willing to go
over the same weary path of suffering, if
it should lead at last into such a land of
rest.
T