The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-01-10


ought to be ashamed of yourself 2"
I'll am not sure that I quite compre-
hend--" began Mr. Thompson, turning scar
let
oh, yes you dol" said Chrissy. With
iight motion of her hand, as if she would
put all prevarication behind her. sYou
are decent-looking man, and you've evil
IDENTIFY had good education. I've heard all
about you, you see, Tom, and think it is
shame that you should be staggering about
the streets, abandoning your work, and fool
ishly squandering your meansln
Miss Carr, assure you I--n
r t'h-,,sy held mp her finger.
"Tom," she said, /" take care. Don't tell
me faisehood know you quite as well
as you know yourself. You're a bad case.
You're hardened sinner. And If you don't
stop short now, goodness knows what viii
become of you. Mr.. Montagu has talked
,ften of you, and" ftE
but think there is some misapprehen-
sion here" said the young man, resolutely
breaking into the monologue. 81 haven't
the pleasure of Mr. Montagu's acquain.
lance"
Chrissy looked hard at her interlocutor
Aren't you Tom Thompson ~ said she
am Thomas Thompson-yes," he ad
mitted
"A hand in Hopperley's calico milla"
"Not at ALL" he answered 81 am
simply laborer in the great field of the
world-the clergyman sent here to fill Mr..
Montagus place until his return from the
Azores Islands. left my card at your house
this morning, as one of the parish young
ladies who had been especially mentioned to
me as dihgent worker" aas tsHas
'Ohrissy turned very pink.
"Aud l." she said, in faltering voice
"mistook your name and address for that OF
Tommy Thompson, the English mili-hand,
who is always getting intoxicated and lead
ing his fellow workmen away I came
hither to give him good talking to, and
and-Oh, what must you think of me, Mr..
Thompsonl"
And she covered her face with her hands
'' l think, Miss Carr" said the young di.
vine, growing calmer in proportion Us Chris
tina lost her presence of mind, "that you
deserve great credit for the zeal and energy
with which you are striving to do your duty.
II | were the wrong Tom Thompson-not
that assume myself positively to be the
right one" with a roguish twinkle of his
eyes believe your eloquence would have
brought me to sense of the error of my
ways. Please, please, Miss Carr, do not be
vexed because of this simple mistake. as
sure you it has made me feel better acquaint-
ed with you than score of formal morning
calls would have DONE" s7A5sk
Chrissy laughed out, in spite of herself.
81 don't Think said she, " that this
morning call partakes in the least of the ele
ment Of formality. What shrew you must
have thought me!'
Aud then all the awkwardness was gone
and they shook hands on an entirely differ
emit platform.
You pardon me ~ said Chrissy
Entirely!" assented the young clergy
man. . And I promise YOU solemnly that /
"vn'tsStnseer tss5pat sils eees,s a,5ansion
my work in the future
Mr.. Thompson walked home with Miss
Carr, greatly to the amazement of Mrs.
Crackthorpe, who met the pair on Lily Ave-
nue., and could hardly believe her ears when
her niece introduced her to the new minis.
ter. of whose arrival in town the old lady
had not yet been made officially aware.
And the next day, Mr.. Thompson himself
went to see his refractory namesake, the
nill-hand, and found him in deplorable
condition of low-spirited poverty. Nor did
be leave him until be had induced him to
sign the pledge. j.
81 don't think could have done better
than that myself" said Christina, when Mr..
Thompson reported progress TO her.
Well, time went on. as time always does
90 on, whether we like it or no. Old Mr..
Montagu died in the fragrant wildernesses
IF the Azores Islands, and Mr. Thompson
reigped in his vacant pulpit |; and when Mrs.
Crackthorpe heard that the parsonage waf
being .ninted, papered, and refurnished for
the co ming bride of the young minister, she
had to retract her declaration that " Chris
Tina Carr never would marry!" HgH8
"Oh. of course, if.shs is pleased and he
is, it's all right" said Mrs. Crackthorpe, rot
without acerbity. "But things are sally
changed since was girl"
And the three Miss Crackfhorpes are
working three anti -macassar tides for their
Cousin Chrissy's reception in the parsonage.
Helen Forrest Graoes.