Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-01-04

ing ner social poSltlon ny the cut OF ner
dress, the quality of these very ribbons.
Janet drew her father into the garden
as soon as tea was over.
at is so uncomfortable IN there" she
said, as she lighted his pipe and sat down
at his feet On the grass.
"Never let tri1es reach you, my dear.
What says Epictetus? What matters to
me anything which happens, if my soul
is above it!
Eyes, of course" She laid her fathers
hand Oh her head; she liked to feel him
draw the brown cuIls through his fingers.
Old Colonel came out of the stable and
curlcd up on her dress. The happy tears
were in Janet's eyes. She was not think
ing of Epictetus.
"Father!"
"Well, my deara"
MRS. Asher is coming this evening
and-and her son."
| The old man might be dull In ordinary
matters, but he was keen of sight and
feeling where Janet was concerned.
He stroked her head softly. and did
not speak tor minute or two.
"He is friend of yours, Janets"
"A very good friend, father. II
think"
Eyes, yes. 1 understand"
The old man could not go on. He put
his hand over her eyes, as her head rest
cd on his knee, that she might not see
how greatly he was moved.
Janet was very young. She had never
had lovers, like mere forward girls. This
thought of love or marriage was new
both to her and the old man. They had
not as much worldly knowledge about it
as many children. They sat silent for a
long while.
''He never has said that he cared for
me, father. And perhaps he has forgot
ten me. 1 don't know" said Janet at
last.
II do not believe he has,"
As he spoke, yonng man came has
tily up the road, and catching sight of
them, jumped the fence, hurrying straight
| to them.
"Who is this, Janet?" whispered DR..
Shenley.
''Miss Shenley," cried the young man,
eagerly, before Janet could answer, "you
must forgive me. have brought all the
dust Of travel with me. But could not
wait VIII you not present me to your
father?r
He was flushed and embarrassed, and
Janet was quite as awkward. But the old
doctor, who had a certain simple gracious
ness, when dragged away from books
and beetles, managed to put them both
at their ease.
Miss Miranda sent to summon the doc.
tor to the house presently. Hugh Asher
looked after him with reverence.
"And that is DR.. Shenleys' he SAID. ~
used to hear my father speak of HIM as
the first of American naturalists. My
father was naturalist, too, though in
small way" he added, proudly. wish
l could have mentioned that to DR.. Shen-
ley. 1t might have made him think bet
ter of me-" with an almost boyisb blush.
"Who is that in the garden?" demand
ed Miss Renshaw.
"a young man named Asher. A good,
honest lad, he seems to be-" added the
doctor, thoughtfully. "He has most
ingenious face"
"Good gracious! Asher! And you
in your old dressing-gown! And
Janet in her blue calico What shall I
do?"
sDes Invite the lad in to drink cup
of coffee. He is tired with his journey,
no doubt" said the doctor, as he went in
to the dingy Office where his patient
waited.
Miss Renshaw raised hands In amaze
ment "He'd bring an Asher in to drink
a cup of coffee just as he would John the
postman, or the ploughboy," she said.
"Inside of this house an Asher don't
come until it is ready for them"
Miss Renshaw kept her resolution.
The next day the faded old carpet was
taken up, and a gaudy imitation of brus-
sells took its place; pair of staring vases
(all bought at "the store" on credit dec
grated the mantel-shelf instead of the
doctors case OF Floridlan beetles.
Miss Hilbert, the village dressmaker,
was busy, meantime, in altering a sleazy
silk of Miss Miranda's to fit her neice.
MAKE it as stylish as possible" urged
Miss Miranda 1.-THE girl has nothing
fashionable to wear. Piece the back
width into long trail, so as to sweep the
ground nicely Basic this imitation lace
into the neck and sleeves"
Leaving Miss Tlbbert at work, she
donned all her own fnery, and sailed
forth to call upon Mrs. Asher, who was
boarding at Squire Gray's, a mile out of
the village. Mrs. Asher was in, and Miss
Renshaw, as she left, said to herself that
the call had been great success.
"They must be astonished to meet so
fine conversationallst in this out-of-the-
way place." she reflected, as she marched
triumphantly down Squire Gray's lane
At the stile she met Hugh Asher, and
bowed with the mingled reserve of a
stranger and the affection of future
aunt.
"Who is that strange creature?" asked
Hugh when he went into the house.
Mrs. Asher, mild little woman,
looked perplexed and grave. "Dr. Shen-
ley's sister," she replied, briefly.
"Now we are having an insig ht into the
family relations of your Fair Maid of
Newburgh,' Hugh" cried his cousin Ju-
liza, clapping her ringed hands. "That is
her aunt. She came to invite US all to
dinner on Tuesday. If the Shenley fam
lily have strong point, 1t is social posi-
| tiOn' There is nobody in the VILLAGE