Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-02-26

III Sau uoeO OF VAfulSn auu lew uau-
cloth.
"I wish I saw my way clear to take
you out of this, Prissy," said Tom, with
sigh, "but clients are scarce enough
in Wolfboro."
CHOW, Tom, where's the need to
worry? I couldn't leave Aunt Martha,
anyway. We are both young enough to
wait.
"You're too good for this world,
Prissy," said Tom, with kiss on the
dimpled white chin.
"There's some one knocking let me
Co." cried Prissy, springing up and run
ming to the door.
1t was no visitor, but the hired man
from Miss Silence's farm, with the spring
wagon, which he Marlborough to convey
Tom to his cousins home, for Miss ST.
lence had, not ten minutes after his de-
parture, an hour previous, overturned
kettle of lard by accident, and been ter
ribly scalded.
"Where's my hat?" cried Tom, in
great excitement, while the man was
telling how he had wasted time by 60
ing to the Office first, and, not finding
him there, had hunted him up.
'Let me go with you, Tom know
can help" cried Prissy, as her lover
was springing into the light wagon.
"Oh, Prissy, if you only would"
"Wait until I get my bonnet and
shawl and tell Aunt Martha. I won't
be gone a minute" and Prissy rushed
into the kitchen, where her aunt was
ironing.
600, by all MEANS" said Mrs. Bald
win, when she had grasped the meaning
Of the girls incoherent. explanation.
"Stay as long as you are needed, and
don't worry about me"
Miss Silence made no remark when
Prissy entered her room with Tom. She
was in great pain, and was thankful to
see even this member of the hated Bald
win family.
For three weeks Prissy was chief d.
rector at the farm, and managed so clev-
erly that Miss Silence had no chance to
find fault. But the grim spinster had no
word Of commentator for the young
girls untiring industry.
81 calkerlate to pay you for what you
have DONE" she said one day, as she
watched Prissy making bread. "You
needn't think you're workin' for moth
in"
81 don't want any pay, Miss Silence"
said Prissy, with trembling lips; 81 am
only too glad to do what I can, be-
cause" She hesitated, and turned
scarlet.
because you're in love with Tom,"
finished Miss Silence. ooh, you needn't
blush; I know all about it, and, if he
chooses to break his head agin a stone
wall, I amt a-goin' to stop him.
At the end Of three weeks Miss Silence
was able to be about again, and Prissy
went home, declining the $40 bill for
her services. But she had not been
gone three hours when the hired man
came from the farm, with two large
baskets, which he sat down on Mrs.
Baldwin's kitchen floor.
Compliments of Miss Silence, and
she sent these in place of the money"
and was driving off in the spring wagon
before Prissy could recover sufficiently
questions.
The baskets were full Of good things
of every sort, and there was royal
Christmas dinner for the Baldwins the
next day, much to the joy Of the chill
dren, who had contemplated, ruefully,
dining on mush and potatoes.
Prissy sent note of thanks to Miss
Silence by Tom, but she never received
an answer.
Time moved on, and TOMS law bust
ness improved so much that he persua-
ded Prissy, against her better Judgment,
to marry him.
Miss Silence did not grace the impor-
tant occasion with her presence.
Give no time to be gallivanting off to
weddings, was her excuse, when Tom
reproached her for this slight.
'She is such a peculiar woman, we
must not expect her to act like other
people; but she has good heart in
spite of her queer ways" said Prissy,
when Tom tried to make excuses for his
cousins remissness.
"But her greatest peculiarly lies in
her not liking you, Prssy," said Tom,
kissing his brides soft cheeks. "And
can't quite forgive her lack of taste"
All went well with the young couple
for more than q year. They began
nOuoCACCpAuS LII o. h1CNCoU CObudSO LULU
was paying for by installments, and were
so prudent that they managed to gather
about them many little comforts that
made their home pleasant
But fortune seldom smiles long at q
time, as we all know, and reverses will
come to every one. One bitter night In
December Toms house caught fire and
burned to the ground, nothing being
left except few clothes belonging to
Prissy and the baby.
Of course Mrs. Baldwin opened her
house to them at once, though it neces-
STATED much crowding. Prissy sug-
gested an appeal to Miss Silence, but
Tom emphatically declined to make it.
He was far too proud to ask for the help
which he thought should have been
earnestly offered. His last books and
papers had all been destroyed in the
fire; for he had used room in the cot
tage for an Office, and getting living
was rather uphill work. Christmas was
dreary enough that year, and even Pris-
sy's courage sank at the thought of the
future.
"Tom Lowey will have chance to
show what kind of stuff he's made OF, "
said Miss Silence. Gle burdened him.
self with wife and baby, and bell have
to look out for 'em. I toldhim I'd never
rv;va him q 1ollor If NV rnopov and TIL