The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1882-08-17
MARY'S BLUNDERS,

VerI III les linen cunnOC take
my music lesson to day."
"You seem to feel happy for that re
lief"
ooh, dear, mol / rather prefer tai k,
ing my lesson"
Aunt Sadie glanced sharply at her
ME ce, but that young lady's face was
calm enough.
"It strikes me-" observed the old
lady, "that you do not di-liBe Mr.. Co
vert rs much 90 you seem to-"
6 never expressed any aversion t.
him. r. rliod Carrie, demnrely. "In
fact" she added as she nodded the bis
cults she was making with deft fngers
81 think like Mr.. Covert very much. "
"Humph !" shifted Aunt Sadie, con
temptuously. "He is only poor music
teacher, and you cannot afford to MARI
poor man with no prospects,"
"Well, l declared" fared Carrie
"Do you think it follows as q conse
quence that must marry a man 1 like
Aunt Sadie, / am surprised at you'll"
And Carrie took up the pan contain
ing the dozen little round balls o.
dough and pushed 1t into the owe,
with such bang that the old ladv
dropped her knitting and almost fel
from her chair by the range. Ther
Carrie flonpced ont of the room indie
nantIy and went upstairs to dress. Tel
minutes later she came flying back
the kitchen, and her pretty little fac
wore look Of great const, rnation.
Gland sakes alive! What's tht
matter, child ?" cried Aunt Sadie.
{" have lost my garnet ring, Aunt
Sadie"
"Perhaps you left it on the table be
fore kneading your biscuit dough, o.
suggested the old lady.
"No," tearfully replied the unhapp
little cook, 81 am sure did not; and
have searched all over my room.
was present from papa when he go
the pastorate of his new church; and
am doubly anxious to find it becaus
Mr.. Covert wished it on nv finger"
"There, now, you are going off at 8
tanpont about that man again " ex
claimed Aunt Sadie, in an impatien
tone.
81 don't care; he's real nice, and h
is good, and he is handsome, and lik
him, and you are adverse to him, Aun'
Sadie, because You thought he wa
coming here to carry away your daughte
Mamie for his wife, and he undeceived
you"
"There, there! That will do, miss!"
cried the old lady, starting up angrily.
81 vow, this is nice talk for minister's
daughter! You should respect your
elders"
81 am sorry" retorted Carrie, 'fhat
poor papa's teaching does not make q
deeper impression on your mind-at
least enough so to teach your conscience
the fault Of looking down on Mr.. Covert
because of your disappointment"
We'll ]" gasped Aunt Sadie, with an
incredulous stare at Carrie over the
tops of her spectacles, "Td always
heard that as a 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 wayl It
beats anything 1 ever heard of before
What my religious principles are is
none OF your business-do you UNDER
stand? and when my sister Sally-your
mother-married Parson Ray. 1 kinder
suspected some such goings on as this
mere, twenty years agOI
The ring was forgotten now, but the
biscuits in the oven began to burn, and
scenting them, with 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 thugs are for your
fathers supper?"
"Half are," returned Carrie, "the
balance for Mr.. Covert"
"Good land sakes alive r. commenced
Aunt Sadie.
"Here. Mary" called Carrie to the
servant in the dining-room, stake these
half dozen biscuits | have wrapped up
in q napkin to Mr.. Covert, down the
street. number fifty four"
Yes, ma'am an will I say who
hey're from, ma'am?"
"Leave word," whispered Carrie,
''that they are from Aunt Sadie Hail."
"All right, ma'am !" rejoined Mary,
who suspected joke. And taking the
biscuits off she went.
81 feel so sorry l quarreled with
Aunt S idie," thought Carrie, shortly
afterward, for she is good and kind
TO me, and his almost taken the place
mamma held in my heart before she
died. But her prejudice against Mr..
Covert is sadly MISPLACED. Poor fellow