Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-28
BESIEGING HIS HEART.

single man, SAID MIS-. BruShDy.
Certainly not" acquiesced Miss Foxe
-'But l dare say he's engaged" slyl-
remarked the plump widow.
"No, he's not,'' said Miss Foxe. GA
least L heard him tell Colonel Cople,
that he was entirely fancy free"
"Humph!' said Mrs. Brushby, ether
there's no reason why he shouldn't mar
~ and settle here at Exmar."
"Exmar, indeedr' said Miss Foxe. VIII,
had accepted Ter own maidenhood as
foregone conclusion. There nobody
here for him to malry-only factory
girls, and Colonel Copley's six daugh
tiers, the youngest of whom is %, to Sc
lect from"
"Why shouldn't he. marry either yor
OF me. Felicia FoxeY" asked Mrs. Brush
by."
"Why, he ain 3Ol' said she.
"Neithcr am l. said Mrs. Brushby.
Nov, Cornelia Brushby, there ain't
no sort Of use coming that game ovel
me. Your were % when you married
Brushby, and he's been dead and buried
these ten years"
Mrs. Brushby laughed.
"Felicia,' said she, you re worse than
an old family record. Don't you see
there's people older than their years,
and people youngerl I'm one Of the lat
ter, and 1 don't see why I can't marry
Mr.. Selwyn if once make up my mind
to do So"
So Mrs. Brushby took up the brown
yarn that she had been bu wing at Felicia
Foxes thread and needle stor and went
homo
Chow slow you are, Clara" said Mrs.
Brushby, snappishly. Il supposed, Of
course, tea would be all ready by the
time l came back"
II am sorry for this delay, aunt said
Clara, timidly, "but | was detained at
the factory
There, that will do. 1 don't see why
you need be lnging the factory in my
face all the time
Il could not pay my board, aunt" said
she, ''it did not earn the money in the
factory. But if the subject is disagree
able to you | will endeavor to avoid it,
II should like to go to church, aunt, -
Clara had ventured to say one Sunday
morning when the NAPLES in the glen
were all blazing in their autumn colors.
That's like your selfshness, Clara
Cone. And let me stay at home; for, of
course, one Of us must remain at home. to
see that we are not robbed by rramps, and
to cook the dinner
''But couldn't 60 in the evening,
aunt9'' "
"Certainly not" said Mrs. Brushby.
~ belong to the 'Rebecca band,' Which
always meets in the chapel on Sunday
evenings, and Deacon Halsted calls for
me in his box-wagon. If you feel so
piously inclined, why, you can read your
prayer book at home.'' If by chance
Clara was invited to join in any of the
neighborhood festivities Mrs. Brushby
made haste to decline for her.
"Clara never goes out" she said. '.She
has no taste for such things, poor DEAR
The pale girl had just taken the teapot
off the stove, upon this especial evening,
when Mrs Brushby uttered an exclama-
ton of surprise.
"WhiSk the things into the closet
quick, Clara said she. Put the bread
behind the family Bible. Don't leave
that bottle of pickles on the mantel
MI OelNyH Is coming.
"My visit is intended to your niece
Miss Cone, as we'll as yourself" said MIR
SelwYn, after the ,pic Of the weather
had been duly dis. Used.
''Oh, Clara" said Mrs. Brushby, sim.
perlng-"Clara wishes to be excused
Clara sees no company. 1 really regret
the dear girls eccentrlcty, but
"She never comes to church, sale
Mr. Selwyn, gravely.
'Ah-h-h!" groaned Mrs. Brushby, 'hel
heart is like the neither milestone. I
you knew, dear Mr.. Selwyn, how 1 have
striven with her.
II am beginning series of sermons t.
young people next Sunday evening
Pray use your endeavors to induce this
young girl to attend.''
And Mrs. Brushby promised that sh,
would, and the young clergyman tool
his leave.
'You must!" said Mrs Brushby.
"Please, aunt, don't ask mel" sait
Clara, with tears in the limpid eyes.
What "a goose you arer' said Mrs
Brushby. "As if it made any earthl,
NiAOAOHO0' AHu must nave the ores
to wear TO church to morrow evening
Mr.. Selwyn is to preach the first of :
series of sermons to young people, an,
I'm specially interested in EN-
but / never sewed on Sunday in m,
life"
'The Gressmaker has disappointe
me, and l must have the dress. A fey
seams more or less; what do they mat
ter? I'll risk your soul! And nobod
need ever know. Only think, Clar
Cone, how much have done for YOU"
ooh, aunt, cant!" cried Clara, in
choked voice. "It wouldn't be right"
"And who set you up as Judge {
right and wrong, I'd like to know9 No
take your choice; either finish up til
dress for me or leave the house."
81 will leave the house." she said.
"And L fully approve of your dec
sion," said Mr. Selwyn's voice, as
stepped from the open-door porticc