The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1882-09-06

matter, child 2" cried Aunt Stdie.
81 have lost my garnet ring, Aun
Perhaps you left il on the table be
fore kneading your biscuit dough,
suggested the old lady.
NO" tenrfully replied the unhapp!
little cock 81 am sure did not; and
have searched oil over my room. l
was present from papa when he go
the pastorate Of his new church; and
am doubly anxious to find it because
Mr.. Covert wished it on my finger"
There, now, you are going off at {
tangent about that man again !" ex
claimed Aunt Sadie, in an impatient
tone.
81 don't care; he's real nice, and ht
is good, and he is handsome, and like
him, and you are adverse to him, Aunt
Sadie, because you thought he wat
coming here to carry away your daughter
Mamie for his wife, and he undeceived
you"
"There, therel That will do, missr'
cried the old lady, starting up angrily.
"I vow, this is nice talk for minister q
daughter You should respect your
elders"
II am sorry" retorted Carrie, shat
poor papa's teaching does not make q
deeper impression on your mind-at
least enough 30 to teach your conscience
the fault Of looking down on Mr.. Covert
because of your disapp
"Well !" gasped Aunt Sadie, with an
incrednlous stare at Carrie over the
tops of her spectscles, "I'd always
heard that as q general thing ministers
wives and daughters amt the most ex-
emplary of mOrtals; and now believe
it. The very idea of you-you, Carrie
Ray, talking to me in this way II
beats anything ever heard OF before |
What my religious principles are is
none Of your business-do you under
stand7 and when my sister Sally-your
mother-married Parson Ray, l kinder
suspected some such goings on as this
here, twenty years agoI'
The ring was forgotten now, but the
biscuits in the oven began to burn, and
scenting them, with o scream of dismay
Carrie turned from her angry aunt,
opened the oven door and took out the
pan. There were a dozen beautifully
Drowned biscuits in it-one or two
slightly scorched, but not enough so to
spoil them.
81 s'pose those things are for your
fathers supper I"
"Half are," returned Carrie, "the
balance for Mr.. Covert"
"Good land sakes alive !" commenced
Aunt Sadie.
"Here. Mary" called Carrie to tho
servant in the dining-room, "take these
half dozen biscuits bsve wrapped up
in q napkin to Mr.. Covert, down the
street, number fifty-four.
Yes, ma'am an will 1 say who
they're from, ma'am?"
"Leave word" whispered Carrie,
"that they are from Aunt Sadie Hail."
"All right, ma'am r. rejoined Mary,
who suspected joke. And taking the
biscuits off she went.
81 feel so sorry quarreled with
Aunt Sadie" thought Carrie. shortly
afterward, "for she is good and kind
to me, and has almost taken the place
mamma held in my heart before she
died. But her prejudice against Mr..
Covert is sadly misplaced. Poor fellow
Il must ask papa to call on him. And
oh, won't he be surprised when he re-
ceives those biscuits, with the message
they are from Aunt Sadie2 / will not
say anything about it to any one, and
when he is we'll enough to call there
will be such fun !"
Yes, there was to be fun, but differ
ent kipd from that which Carrie eI-
pected. That evening she asked her
father to call on Launce Covert, explain
ing that he was i'll.
"Hum Number fiity-four did yen
say ?" asked the stout minister. "That
is right on my way, as / was about to
drop in on our new neighbor."
"lnnumber forty-fve?' asked Carrie
"Yes, my dear, an old bachelor, /
think, replied her father. 81 saw him
in my church Sunday night, and think
l have seen him somewhere before, too,
but where 1 cannot recall to mind"
When her father had left the room,
Aunt Sadie entered.
"I hope" she said, frigidly, "you are
q little less combative tonight, Carrie;''
and she sat down in a chair and stared
at the girl in most uncom Portable man
ner.
"Oh. Aant Sadie, forgive my rude,
ness this morning." cried Carrie, re-
Pentantly, as she sat on a low ottoman
at her annt's feet, "for I was very
angry"
"You should learn to control your
temper" replied the old lady, severely;
4" but we will forget it, dear"
She kissed her niece fondly. The
door burst open at this iuncture, and in
rushed Mamie Hall, her daughter, quite
out of breath from running. She was a
tall, angular girl yet in her teens,
and had somewhat pretty face and
charming manners.
"My gracious, what's the matter ?"
cried Aunt Sadie.
"Oh, dear mel" painted Mamie.
"The funniest thing happened to me
just now l was returning from Ada
Gray's house, and passing No. 45 OF
L.. Aon :