The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-05-26

yourself, sald Mr. OelWyn, alteF
the topic of the weather had been
duly discussed and exhausted.
oh, Clara said Mrs. Brushby,
simpering-'Ciara wishes to be
excused. Clara sees no company.
l really regret the dear gi-ps &C.
centricity, but
And she rolled her green eyes
heavenward, with a deprecating
motion of the hands.
She never comes to church,
said Mr.. SeEwyn, gra7ely'
'Ah-h-h! = groaned Mrs. Brush
By. 'ber heart is like the neither
milestone. Ifyou knew, dear Mr..
SelwyD, how have striven with
her!'
Mr.. Selwyn looked concerned.
Il am beginning a series of SER
mons to young people this next
Sunday evening", he said. Pray
use your utmost endeavors to in
duce this young girl to attendP
And Mrs. Brushby promised
! that she .would and the youug
clergyman took his leave.
x x * x x X
You must!' said Mrs. Brushby,
please, please, aunt, don't ask
mel said Clara, with tears in the
dark, limpid eyes.
What a goose you areF said
Mrs. Brushby. AS ifit made any
earthly difference And | must
have the dress to wear to church
tomorrow evening. Mr.. selwyn,
is to preach the first of q series of
sermons to young people, and I'm
specially interested in EN-
But l never sewed on Sunday
in my life
The dressmaker has disappoint-
ed me, and / tell you l must have
the dress: A few seams and
aounces more or less-what do
they matter? I'll risk your soul !
And nobody need ever know.
And only think, Clara Cone, what
I've done for you?
oh, aunt, l can't!' cried Clara,
in ? choked voice: 1T wouldn't
be right!
And who set you up as a judge
of right and wrong, I'd like to
know almost screamed Mrs.
Brusbby. Now take your choice
either finish up this cashmere
dress for me BY Sunday noon, or
leave this house!'
Clara was silent for moment,
then she spoke:
u will leave the house, she
said.
And l fully indorse and ap-
prove your decision,' said Mr..
Selwyn's voice as he stepped in
from the open-doored portico,
where his knock had been drown
ed by the high accents Of Mrs.
Brushby's vituperatlons. leave
the house, Miss Gone, and Twill
see that a refuge is provided for
YOU at the home of Miss Foxe.'
Mrs. Brushby stood startled and
dismayed. Clara Cone, pale and
silent, laid her hand upon the
minister's offered arm, and left
the room and the honss.
Honest Miss Foxe was amazed
when Clara Cone took refuge with
her.
WELL she declared,.'l always
knew that Cornelia Brushby was
q regular grinder, but did sup
pose she had some Christian de-
cency about her. Yes, child,
you're welcome to my spare room,
and l shan't charge you any board.
/ dare say you'll lend q hand, now
and then, when Pm busy and
your company IL be a deal OF
comfort to me-
But Miss Foxe didn't have that
comfort 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 bad a mistress, and
Mr.. Selwyn no longer came under
the head of unmarried clergy
men,
Mrs. Brusbby's tender aspira-
tions were blighted in the bud
but a bald-headed old bachelor
bought the factory just about that
time, and Mrs. Rrnshby trans
ferred her attentions to the new
comer-and, with many mods and