Litchfield enquirer., 1881-12-01

l age !? and don't know but what shall. too.
 He that will needs blow in the dust must look I to fill his eyes with it. Now you go and tell
 Miss Payne, that if she's got anything to say
 by way Of excuse, she had better say it at 1 once or it may be too late" 1 Stakes Miss Gayfer," began Jobson, ''I
 Don't stand talking there, man, but go and do as tell you.' The unhappy Jobson gathered up his tools, climbed up the short ladder by which he had
 made his descent, drew it after him. and dis appeared.
 ''It's most vexatious incident" said the new rector.
 "Vexatiousl" interrupted my aunt with
 perfectly recovered composure, its maden- ing" ..s.... There was curious contrast between the words and the tone in which they were utter ed, and the rector smiled as he sad 'I hope, after the first natural ebullition of feeling, you will be able to accommodate
 your difference with this Miss Payne amic- ably"
 ''Oh, dddle-dee-dee l" said my aunt. "But there now, goodbye. shall see you-On My dear Miss Gayfer, said Miss TIpple ''your energy of character quite astonisbes me conld no more do what you have done
 than could write Franks sermons for him." "lt's just as we'll the world holds few peo- pie who have some control over themselves"
 said my aunt with laugh. Whats remarkable woman," said Mir.
 Jordan as he drove away with Miss ripple. "A remarkably disagreeable woman" said
 the lady with little shudder
 Do you think 80 20 said the new rector,
 and both lapsed into silence. Those people mean to make match of 1t, said my aunt as she waited for Miss
 Payne Hove and cough. they say, can't
 be bid, and anyone can see that she has made up her mind to marry him. A pretty dance she'll lead him, too, poor fellow." Miss Payne was lady of ponderous build, but short in proportion to her bulk with a | complexion like an uncooked muffin, and eyes | in chronic state of moisture, apt to overflow
 on slight provocation. She was eephantine
 voice, and ac6ryyfmessh if Her ggd nfat iR Rsr Aunt Agatha, who had been chirping merrily, stalghtened herself Tn her chair as the click of
 the front gate announced the approach of this obnoxious parsonage.
 Well ]" exclaimed my aunt as she wad- dled into the roem
 ''Oh h-h !" sobbed Miss Payne, sinking un-
 invited into chair My aunt eyed her with profound contempt,
 but gave her time to recover breath before she asked
 "Well, Miss Payne, have you anything to say why should not put this matter in the
 hands of my lawyer, and take proceedings against you for your abominable trespass?" Miss Agatha?" gasped the offender, II de- 1 clare you frighten me, and my heart is that bad"
 ."Stuff !" said Aunt Agatha, promptly. "Only think, Miss Agatha, what's the use of going to law with me" "I know" broke in my aunt, 'that whether you boil snow or pound it, you get only wa ter; but to put up with such an abominable
 outrage as this is to invite injury. Those who | make themselves sheep have no call to com, plain if the wolf eats them,"
 My dear Miss Agatha" pleaded Miss Payne.
 "Don't dear Miss Agatha me. woman," | said my aunt; Git makes me sick" ''1 declare, Miss Agatha, I'm more vexed l than you can think. You know damp makes me so miserable" T don't know" said my aunt abruptly. Ut really does, and the ivy did make tue wall damp"
 ''Then you should have told me about it. | and not send people trespassing in my gar den"
 II never thought, Miss Agatha, Jonson was
 going to do >, much. told him just to trim
 the ivy so that it didn't make the wall damp" 'l don't believe it," said my aunt Il
 know Jobson very we'll, and you told him to | cut it down or he wouldn't have done SO, and you made him believe that knew all about it."
 'I didn't really, Miss Agatha no really, | didn't. When 1 saw what he'd done, you l might have knocked me down with fea,..er. I'm so sorry you were annoyed" Annoyed" said my aunt with vehemence
 Miss Payne, could have skinned you!" Poor Miss Payne gave start of such un-
 mistakable alarm that my auDt's sense of the | comic overmastered her indignation and che
 sine broke into laughter, after which she felt | that it was quite hopeless to prolong the in- l terview and she accordingly brought it to an | abrupt close, saying: | Well Miss Payne, it's no use crying over split milk. l don't forgive you yet, and it's
 no use pretending that 1 do, but 1 will not
 say anything more about this affair." But if you ever do such thing again 1 won't spare you, mind that"
 "Ah, now. Miss Agatha" said the old lady,
 gathering spirit with this promise, "dopt half 1 do the thing while you are about it. Let us be friendly and neighborly." ! ''We may come to that in time," was the l reply. "He's fool that asks much, and 1 he's more fool that grants it. feel very sore l about this matter. 1 can tell you, and shall l take week and day to get over it. AAd now the less that's said about it the n.0rc like 1 ly shall be to forget it, SO goodbye Miss Payne gasped, heaved her deepest | sigh, shook her underdone head, and wad- | dled off.
 +t CHAPTER II. Aunt Agatha pronounced Mr. Jordaa's lirt
 sermon "very sensible" and wondered what | such a man could see in that 'mincing, alTrt.-
 ed little bit of goods Miss Tipple." H.. But as the weeks went by she did not hear
 of him quite in the way she liked in the c6i- | tages where she visited, and she heard of Liin l good deal more than she liked in parsoG at l the parish, at garden parties, archery-me, | ings, and social gatherings of various knGs. Not that he failed to visit among the humber l inhabitants of Hiderstock, but while she heard | of him as smoking his pipe with them, talking | ahnllf their ,Oardana fhnir mira and fhair