Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-12-26

"Pretty p Mrs. Brushbywouh soorn-
fully remark, when neighbor CHANGED
to. hazard an opinion concerning her
niece. Nonsense Just exactly like
n colorless celery sprout Shat has grown
in the cellar, and never word to say for
herselfp
And if by chance Clara was invited to
join in any of the neighborhood festivi-
ties, Mrs. Brushby made haste to decline
for her.
"Clara never goes out" she said.
"She has no taste for such things, poor
dear"
Until people began actually to believe
that Clara Gone was either q recluse or
an idiot.
The pale factory girl had just taken
the teapot off the stove, upon this espe-
cial evening, when Mrs. Brushby uttered
an exclamation of surprise.
"Whisk the things into the closet,
quick, Clara said she. "Put the bread
behind the family Bible. Don't leave
thatbottle of pickles on the mantel. Mr..
Selwyn is coming
A minute and a half later Mrs.
Brsshby, in her best black silk apron.
greeted the clergyman with her sweetest
smile.
"My visit is intended to your niece,
Miss Cone, as we'll as to yourself" said
MIR. Selwyn, after the topic Of the
weather had been duly discussed and
exhausted. 4
go, Clara, said Mrs. Brushby, sil
pering-" Clara wishes to be excuse
Clara sees no company. I really regret
the dear girls eecentricity, but"
And she rolled her green eyes heaven
ward, with deprecating motion of the
hands.
"She never comes to church" said
Mr.. Selwyn, gravely.
"Ah-h-h-h p groaned Mrs. Brushby,
cher heart is like the neither milestone.
If you knew, dear Mr.. Selwyn, how 7
have striven with her =
Mr.. Selwyn looked concerned.
81 am beginning series of sermons
to young people this next Sunday
evening. Pray use your utmost en-
deavors to induce this young girl to at
tend"
And Mrs. Brushby promised that she
would, and the young clergyman took
his leave.
"You must" said Mrs. Brushby.
please, please, aunt, don't ask me! u
said Clara, with tears in the dark impid
eyes.
"What goose you arel !" said Mrs.
Brushby. Gas if it made any earthly
difference And [ must have the dress
to wear to church tomorrow evening.
MIR. Selwyn is to preach the first of a
series OF sermons to young people, ans
I'm specially interested 10 EN-
But l never sewed on Sunday IN nav
life."
"The dress-maker has disappointed
me, and l must have the dress. A few
seams and founces more or less-what
do they matter? I'll risk your soul
And nobody need ever know. And only
think, Clara Cone, what have done fol
YOU" ~
ooh, aunt, I can't - cried Clara, in a
choked voice. cit wouldn't be right. u
''And who sat you up as Judge of right
and wrong, I'd like to know?" almost
screamed Mrs. Brushby. ''Now take
your choice; either finish up this cash
mere dress for me by Sunday noon OF
leave this house."
she spoke:
81 will leave this house, she said.
"And fully indofse and approve OF
your decision" said Mr.. Selwyn's voice,
as he stepped in from the open-doored
portico, where his knock had been
drowned by the high accents of Mrs.
Brushby's vituperation. "Leave the
house, Miss Cone, and viii see that a
refuge is provided for you at the home
of Miss Foxe."
Mrs. Brushby stood startled and dis
mayed. Clara Cone, pale and silent, laid
her hand on the minister's arm, and left
the room and the house.
Honest Miss Foxe was amazed when
Clara Cone took refuge with her.
"Well,' she declared, 81 always knew
that Corneha Br1ishby was a regular
grinder, but I did suppose she had some
Christian decency abouther. Yes, child,
you are welcome to my spare room, and
[ shan't charge you any board. I dare
say you will lend a hand now and then,
when I'm busy; and your company will
be deal of comfort to me-
But Miss Foxe didn't nave that ''com-
fort" long. Mr.. Selwyn had become
deeply interested in the pale, clear-eyed
factory girl, and, before the wild roses
blossomed along the verge of the woods,
the parsonage had mistress, and Mr..
Selwyn no longer came under the head
of unmarried clergymen."
Mrs. Brushby's tender aspirations
were blighted in the bud; but bald
headed old bachelor bought the factory
just about that time, and Mrs. Brushby
transferred her attentions TO the new
comer-and, with many mods and winks,
she gives the public to understand that
Mr.. Selwyn is her rejected lover.
"You see,' says Mrs. Brushby, with
her green eyes Of confiding artlessness
uplifted, 81 never could reconcile my
self to the trials of minister's wife. :"