St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1880-09-18

Briggs Badgett? ?" with little natu
raj curiosity.
II don't know, my DEAR" said
Mr.. Day. Our communications
have been carried ep entirely by let
ter, and | shouldn't know him if ]
were to meet him tomorrow face to
face. Bat saw Mrs. Briggs Bad
gett once-a pretty, little old lady,
with white curls and face like a
winter apple
"1'll go!" said Amy, promptly.
Il can sew, cook, wash, and iron;
and whatever / can't do I shall be
tglad and willing to learn"
THAT'S the right spirit, nay dear"
said Mr. Day.
"How soon will my services be
required p
AT once, SO my correspondent
says"
Then TIL GO a. once" said Amy.
"Plesse to give me the address. !"
Mr.. Briggs Badgett was sitting
alone in his shabbily furnished little
study, before u meagre fire, drink
ing cup of semi-cold tea-for the
landlady didn't think it worth her
while to put herself out for lodger
who was SO soon to emigrate to
Madagascar.
He was slender, pleasant-faced
young man, with dark. pensive eyes,
Il silky beard, and features that be-
tokened delicacy of character and
extreme refinement Aud, as he
sat there, he was mentally taking
himself to task, In that his heart
should fail at the very outset OF the
career he had most coveted ever
since he graduated from the theo-
logical institute.
"Alone." soliloquized Mr.. Briggs
Badgett. "Of course / must go
alone. What right have 1 to expect
anything else? Is it for me, one of
The humbiest workers in my Mas
ler's vineyard, to pick and choose
how, when and where I am to be
employed? And"
just here came a soft little fiutter
at the door. Mr.. Briggs Badgett
paused and listened.
It's my landlady's cat" said he. |
Poor thing, I'm almost sorry that !
| made pet of her. She'll be lone
some when / am gone; and perhaps, |
on the whole, it may be better for
me TO let her in
Tap, tap. tap! Again came the |
hesitating, uncertain sound.
My landlady's cat never made q
noise like that" cried the Reverend
Briggs Badgett, much marvelling.
And he rose up, set down the cup of
lukewarm tea and opened the door.
There stood pretty young lady
III Il brown hood, edged with fur,
brown quilted sacque, and a face
like a rosebud, all bushes and spar
Kles.
Does the Reverend Mr. Badgett
live here ?" asked Amy Peake.
"That's my name" said he.
"lf you please, SIR" said Amy,
feeling an instantaneous sensation
Of awe thrill down to her heart,
Mr.. Doremus Day sent me here.
The young person, sir-the help"
"Oh.' said Mr.. Briggs Badgett.
BE so good as to walk i'll. Yes,
Exactly"
And Mr.. Briggs Badgett took up
,he poker and put it down again,
N some embarrassment.
did he think you would suit?"
said he.
"Yes, sir" said Amy. "Here is
lis letter.
And Mr.. Briggs Badget unfolded
lie letter and read:
Dear Brother Badgett-Allow me
o introduce to you Miss Amy :
oeake, truly worthy and in3ustli-
,us young female, who l think can ,
scarcely fail to suit you in the way /
mentioned. Yours truly, /,
DoREMUs Day" +,
Mr.. Briggs Badgett folded mp the
etter again and looked helpltssly
It the poker, as if for further i'll i
pira;ion.
Its a very important step you l
re taking. Miss Peake," said he.
"Please don't be so ceremonious,
'lr. Badgett,' brightly interposed S
Amy. "CaIl me by my name-Amy.
)h, yes, of course it is important. /
But I've fully made up my mind to
Il"