The Dickinson press., 1883-11-03

tell me q %falsehood. l know you quite
as we'll as you know yourself. YOU'RE q
bad case. You're a hardened sinner.
Andtf you don't stop short now, good.
ness knows what will become of you
Mr.. Montagu has talked of you, and"
"But I think there is some misappre.
hensie n here" said the young man, res
Dlutely breaking into the m%onolougue.
II haven't the pleasure of MI. Montague
acquaintance"
. rissy looked at her interlocutor.
"Aren'tyou Tom thompson" said she.
81 am Thomas Thompson-yes," he
admitted.
"a hand in Hupperly's calico mill?"
simply q laborer in the great field of the
world-the clergyman sent here to fill
Mr. M%ontaugu's pace until his return
from the Azore Islands. I left my card
ut your house this morning, as n OF
the parish young ladies' who had been
especially mentioned to me asa dilligent
worker"
Chrssy turned very pink,
"And l." she said, in a faltering voice,
"mistook your name and address for
that of Tommy THOMPSON, the Engl sh
mill-hand, who is always getting intoxi-
Gated aud leading his fellow-workmen
away. l came hitherto give him a good
t~alKingto, and-and-oh, what must you
think OF me, Mr.. Thompson!"
And she covered her face with her
hands.
81 think, Miss Carr" said the young
divine, growing calmer in proportion as
Christina lost her presence. OF mind.
that you deserve great ere lit for the
zeal and energy with which you are
! of z 70 Ho vn11r Iyrfv If I u-oro fhn
wrong Tom Thompson-not that l as.
sumo myself positively to be the right
nne," with a rougish twinkle of his eyes
81 believe your eloquence would have
brought me a sense of the error of my
ways. Please, please, NJ So Carr, do not
be vexed because of this simple mis-
take. l assure you that it has made me
feel better acquainted with you than a
score OF formal calls would have DONE"
| Chrissy laughed out, in spite of her.
self.
~ don't think" said she, "that this
morning call partakes in the least of the
element of formality. WHAT a shrew you
must have thought me-"
And then all awkwardness was gone,
and they shook hands on an entirely diff
ferent platform.
You pardon met" said Chrissy.
"Entirely!" assented the young gen
tleman. "And I promise you solemnly
that 1 won't stagger about the streets,
nor abandon my work in the flu
ture."
Mr.. Thompson walked home with
Miss Carr, greatly to the amusement OF
Miss Crackthorpe, who met the pair on
LILY Avenue, and could hardly believe
her a r when her niece introduced her
| RI fho Iouv minister ,,f xyt,0cn orrs,,os -,
town the lady had not been officially
aware.
And the next dav Mr.. Thompson HIM
self went to see his refractory namesake,
the mill hand, and found him in a de-
plorable condition of low-spirited pow
erty. Nor did he leave him until
he had induced him to sign the
pledge
81 don't think l could have done bet
ter than that myself" said Christina,
when Mr.. Thompson reported progress
to her.
Well. time went on, as time always
does go on, whether We like it or not.
Old Mr.. Montague died in the fragrant
wilderness Of the Azore Islands, and
Mr.. Thompson reigned in his vacant
pulpit; and when Mrs. Crackthorpe
heard that the parsonage was being pa
pered, painted and refnrnished for the
coming bride of the young minister, she
had to retract her declaration that
christina Carr would never marry!"
ooh, of course, ::tshe is pleased and
he is, it's all right said Mrs. Crack
thorpe, not without acerbity. '-Eut
things are sadly changed since I was a
grill"
And the three Miss Crackthcs:pes are
| u,orl,;,v th~oo W ,,o.noeo <;1;oo 60,
their cousin Chrissy's reception in the
narsnnaua-Yaakea Rlada