The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1880-06-12
Miss BiIberry's Appren'
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''Do walk in, Mr.. Primrose, d
walk in,n said Miss Bilberry, he
withered face breaking into smiles
swell, now, fthis isn't provilen
tall l was just telling Lefty, nj.
youngest apprentice, about you
delicious sermon last Sunda,
night. I declare, itimado me fee
as if I had a pair Of wings ant
wanted to ily. And says Lefty
says she: 'How I should like t
hear that gifted divine + And say
L: $50 you shall, child, the mex
Sunday evening as ever come:
aroundr For she's but a giddy
thing, Lefty is, and dreadful in
clined to the pomps and yanities
Of this sinful world, and-but here
you are standing, all! this .while,and
me chattering on asif my tongue
were a nill-wheel Il Do pray be
seated, Mr.. Primrose ! I am SC
glad to see you! II is such a blcs.
sed privilege ojhavcI you a sittin'
down under the shadow Of my
humble roof!a .d
And Miss Bilberry showed her
double row Of false teeth like an
amiable shark, as she dragged the
big cushioned easy-chairi into the
middle of the room, and jerked up
both the window shades, 10 admit
moro light. ..,...i..
"Run, Lefty, and cut a slice d
the pound cake, and ask Matilda
for a glass of wine" said Miss Bill
berry, in a stage whisper; and a
slender, pretty young girl, who was
trimming hiatt with marabout
feathers in the back room, made
haste to obey.
Il beg, Miss Bilberry, that you
will not send for anything on my
account" said the Rev. Paul
Primrose, coloring and ombar.
assed.
Miss Bilberry clasped her bony
hands enthusiastically. "0h, It
amt no trouble,n said she. "And
lido SO want to ask you about that
passage in your sermon last Sun
tlay morning? I8always make a
little abstract ofyour discourscs for
my apprentices and make 'em write
them down. Theyare 80 iinprov-
ins!a
The young clergyman listened
with evident admiration to this
pious. sisters edifying remarks.
cline upon lins, lie said mildly,
.tprscept=upon gprecept.ISwisti
tflere were more ike you, Miss Bill
berry @zz#5=zia1I5s5 5====z=z= 5==z=|z
cit amt nothing more than nv
duty said the middle-aged mil
liner, pursuing upSher thin lips.
"We're all poor, sinful creatures-
let us do the best we can. But
here comes Lefty with the cake and
wine" 80.
And as the Young minister
glanced up he caught a glimpse Of
Il rosebud filce. with brown hair
curling in tiny tendrils around the
temples, deep hazelEeyes shadowed
by long fringed lashas, and figure
us slight as a Young birch tree.
Lefty Leigh sErank tiinidly into
the background once more as soon
as Mrs. Bilberry relieved her Of the
tray; but the Rev. Paul Primrose
was somehow left.with. an impress
sion TINT the miliiner's youngest
apprentice had a VERY winsolne
face.
The wine was some ( abominable
homemade dococtionnI of over.ripe
elderberries ths cake was marbled
through with heavy streaks, but
the clergyman ate and drank, to
save Miss Misunderstanding, while
she discoursed in ashigL-pitched
and somewhat nasal voice ofknotty
theological points, and made long
quotations from Mr. Primrose's last
sermons.
"Really,n thought the clergyman,
as he went away, s'that5 Miss Bill
berry is a most sensible and we'll
informed woman Y
"Hc's young" thought the mil
liner to herself, as slioi arranged tho
ribbons in the show,window; "and
his salary aint n4,sh. But I'm
rich, and tired Of thisfbonnet.trim-