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

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HE box wagon. II you feel o piously
inclined" with Q covert sheer. "you
car read your prsyer-book ii
home"
And 80 Clara found herself gradual.
IL degeneraiing iuto the mere~t house
bold::drudge under her aunt's iron rule
She ven, nowhere aul saw nobody.
Pretty Mn. Brushby would
scurniuils remark. when 5 nsighboI
chsnccd {, h.zJi Al opinia' Gro
corning her niec-. ''Non.eLss: Ja.j
exactly like 9 cnlorless celery sproui
that has grown in the cellar. and
fever = word To saw for herself :"
And If by chance Clara Vas inviteS
to join in any Of the neighborhopl
festivities. Mrs. Brushby made haste
to decline for he:.
CLARA never goes out" she said
"She has no taste for such things
DOOR dear"
Until people began actually to be
lieve that Clare Cone was either q
recluse or an idiot.
The pale factory girl hal just
taIen the teapot Of the stove, upon
this especial evening, when Mrs.
Brushby uttered an exclamation oil
surprise.
"Whisk the things into the closet,
quick, Clara" ssi.! SHE. Put the
bread behind the family Bible. Don'i
leave that bottle of pickles on the
mautel. Mr.. Selwyn is coming"
A minute and . half later Mrs.
Brushby. in her best black silk
apron. greeted the clergyman with
her sweetest smile.
My visit j. intended to your
niece. Miss Cone. a. we'll ~ to your.
self" said Mr.. Selwyn, after the
topic Of the weather had been duly
discassed and exhausted.
20, Clara" said Mrs. BrushLy,
.impering-"Clara wishes to be
excused. Clara sees no company.
l really regret the dear girls &C.
but"
And chs rolled her green eyes
heavenward. with . deprecAting mo-
ton If the hands.
"She never comes 10 church." said
Mr.. Selwyn, gravelv.
"Ah-h-h.h :" eroaned Mrs. Brushbv.
.her heart is like the neither mill.
store. If you knew. dear Mr. Selwyn.
how have striven With her,"
Mr.. S.lwyu lonsed concerned.
II am beginning = series Of ser
mons to young people ii,is next sun
day evrring. Pay n.- y..us utmost
eniesv"rs TO ;r:..cs ;ais ycing giu 10
attend.
And Mrs. Brustby promised that
she would. and the young clergyman
took HE leave.
"You must" said Mrs. Brushby.
please. please, aunt. Gont ask
mel" said Clara, with tears in the
dark, limpid eyes.
"What goose You are!" said Mrs.
As If il made any earthly
difference. Aul 1 must have the dress
10 Wear tn church ,o-,no.row evening.
Mr.. Selwyn is 10 preach the first of a
series # sermons 10 young people. and
I'm especially interested in en-"
bat | never saved OF Sunday in
nv !ife."
TEE dress-n,,ker has disappointed
me, and | must have the dress. A few
.esms and finunces more or !ees-what
10 they matter: I'll risi; your soul /!
And nobody need ever know. And
,nly think. Clara Cone. what l have
done for you"
"On. aunt, ] can't !" cried Clsra. in
q choked voice. 1T wouldn't b.
right"
"And who sat you up a. . judge Of
right and wrong. I'd like to know ,"
almos, screamed Mr.. Brushby. Nov
lake YOUR choice; either finish up
This cashmere dress for me by Sunday
nom or leave this house"
Clara was silent far moment, Their
she spoke:
Il will leave this house." she said.
And I fully indorse and approve
II your decision" said Mr. Selwyni.
roice, - he stepped in from the OPEN
ioored porlico. where his knock had
been drowned by the high accents Of
Mrs. Bru>hbys vi'uperaii,n. leave
he house. Miss Cone. and / will zee
hat refuge is provided for you At
he home Of Miss Foxe."
Mrs. Brushby stood startled and
lismayed. Clara Cone. pale and silent,
aid her hand on the ministers arm,
md left the room and the house.
Honest Miss Fnxe wae amazed
when Clara Cone took refuge with
ler.
"Well," she declared, 81 always
NEW that Cornelia B,ushby was
ocular grinder. but I did suppose she
lad some Christian decency about her.
1es. child. you are welcome to nv
pare room. and l shsn't charge you
my board. l dare cay you will lend
hand now and then. when I'm busy
md your company will be . deal Of
,omfort to me-"
But Misc Foxe didu't have that
comfort" long. Mr.. Selwyn had
'ecome deeply interested in the pale.
lear-eyed factory girl. and. before the
sild RISES blossomed along the verge
I the woods. the parsonage had . |
and Mr.. Selwyn no longer
an,e uuder the head Of unmarried
lergymen.
Mrs. Bruehby's tender separations
Vere blighted in the bud; but q |
aid headed old bachelor bought the
actory just about that time. and Mrs. |
srushby transferred her attentions to
be nsv-comer-snd. With many mods
nd winks. she gives the public to un-