The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-02-15

nov happy girl. And thus this 6
nal meeting ended . strange. . roman
tic story.
| BRsIBoINo HIS HEART.
"A clergyman hasn't any business
10 be a single man. said Mrs
Brushby.
"Certaiuly not" scquiesced Mis-
Foxe.
but I dare say he's engaged.
slyiy remarked the plump widow,
with . side-long glance Of her green
eyes, which seemed 70 dilats and
contract like those of . middIeaged
cat, with the stealthy intensity Of he,
interest.
$40, he's not" said Miss Foxs.
; "At least I heard him tell Col.
Copley that he Vas entirely fancy
free.
"Hump!" said Mrs. Brushby.
Then there's no reason Why he
shuol.in't marry and settle here al
Exmsr."
; "Exmar, indeed" said Mis- Foxe.
who b ID accepted her own old maiden
hood Ne faregone conclusion.
There. uobody here for him to
marry-onIy factory girls and Col.
Copley' six daughters, the youngest
Of whom 10 thrse-snd-twenty. to se-
lect from"
The green eyes scinti!lated sharply.
why shouldn't be marry either
you or me, FsIicis Foxe ," asked Mrs.
Brushby.
"Wby, he amt thirty" said she.
Neither am T." said Mrs. Brushby.
Now, Cornelia Brushby, there sin't
no eort Of use coming that game over
me, said Mis- toxe. fairly sroused
ut last into autagUuisin. "Yoa were
eigat-and-twenty when You married
Brushby. and he's beeo dead and
buried these ten good yesrs.
Mrs. Brushby laughed.
"Felicis." said she. ''ycu're worse
than an old family record. Dun't
you ses there's people older than
their years. and people younger: |
am one Of the latter; and I don't
see Why I can't marry Mr.. Selwyn If
I once make up my miad - do %"
So Mira. Brushby took up the three
hounds Of brown warn that she had
bsen buying At FeIicis Foxes thread
and needle store. and went Zone.
Her niece. q tall. pale girl. with
yellow hsir. like 5raids Of dead gold.
. transpsrent-pale skin. and sad
hazel eyes was setting the table.
"How SLOW you are, Tiara" said
Mrs. Brushby. snappishly. Il sup
posed, Of course. tea would be all
ready b. the tune came back"
"pm sorry for the delay. aunt. y
said Clara, timidly, but l wss de-
tanned at the factory. There was
extra work. and"
There. tha,'ll do. Interrupted Mrs.
Brushby. Idon't see Why you nesd
be fiugirg the factory 10 my face al
the time. Oh, it's bad enough to
to have . niece obliged 70 drudge for
her living withou: hearing Of it forty
times . day."
The deep scarle: S:nS ,a,ua;ed in
to Clara Cones transparent cheeks.
Il could not pay my board, aunt"
said she. IF I did not earn the money
within the four walls of the factory.
But If the subject u disagreeable to
you I vail endeavor 10 avoid it as
much as possible for the future
II VA now six months since Clara
Cone had arrived. . homeless orphan.
with all her worldly belongings packed
in shabby little leather travelling
bag. at Mrs. Brushby's door when the
evening stage rolled up the street.
Aunt. " che said trying to repress
the rising sob in her throat. Twill you
give me = home? an your sisters
orphan daughter"
Mrs. Brushby bad received her a.
cordially - . fish might have done.
II suppose you'll have to stay"
said Mrs. Brushby. surlily. but /
didn't die and leave . swarm o!
orphans for my sister to take care Of
Oh, yss. you can stay. and perhaps I
can End you . situation ~ dress
makers apprentice or shopgirl. some.
where! Because. of courie, one car
not expect mo to keep . great girl
like you for nothing"
Upon which Clara bestirred her.
elf actively and had been heartily
thankful to obtain . place in The pin
factory, in the CLEO below tho vii.
lage, where half Q hundred other
pale-faced operatives worked for Q
scauty livelihood. and Mrs. Brushby
charged her . high prize for hoard.
and got . servant maids work out of
her before and after hours into the
bargain.
II should like to 20 TO church. |
aunt" Clam had ventured to nv one |
Sunday morning when the NAPLES in
The glen we're al blasting 10 the |
autumn colors. and the crisp autumn |
,unshins turned the village spires to |
gold.
That's just like your ssl6.hpe., |
f.l.ra (ome \" aid Mna Rsushhv