The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1885-11-27
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The Minis ter's Wife.

Mrs. Glorious held up an exceedingly di
lapidated pink apron, and rs she gazed at it
she sighed. She was not woman given to
signing, and, moreover, the condition ofthe
Aforesaid apron was no novelty in her house
hold 4; but she was tired out, soul and body
tired with clothing and feeding five healthy,
growing children, and one stout, somewhat
nervous man, and so she INDUCED in the Ito
herr unwonted luxury ola sigh.
Rev. DR.. Glorious, as the unusual sound
smote his ear, glanced quickly up from the
paper he was perusing, ut the very pretty,
somewhat worn face opposite him. 1t had
been, and was still, refined and restful face
The brown hair lay in natural waves over
the broad brow, and the blue, stcadfast ewes
held ray OF light in them, and yet she sigh
ed
what is it, Theadora?" quered her hus-
band "are you sick?" For such an nm
wonted. unwarran,ed fact rs that sigh, he
thought, must have a cause, and he named
the most direful one that he could imagine
A mild sphsm of surprise crossed the pale
face, mo, Harrison" she answered, only
perpleXed and very tired
lie went back 10 the able review he had
been reading, but that sigh haunted him, and
he turned the paper impatiently over. A
notice of a great convention met his eve
Sea View, the place he used to visit when
young man, where some of his finest sermons
had been found where he had first met and
loved his Theodore. A thought struck him:
a fancy" he called it then, an inspiration"
in the years after.
Theodore" said he las serenely as if he
had said, "Will you have breakfast early to.
morrow ?) Gan you be ready to go to the
convention at Sea View next week, and stop
there till the close ofth week after ?"
|. Now this was what she would call a special
providence. She needed rest and change
and the salt sea spray. The children, the
beach, and the astounding novelty of the
request, all floated in mixed chaos through
her brain as she answered somewhat family.
ITO Sea View? The children cannot be left
alone, can they ?"
"Well, Sister Wigs will be willing to see
TO them and the house, and Laura is old
enough to help her."
He looked at her as he spoke. How she
came TO answer very meekly, Eyes I'll 60"
to her dying day Mrs. Glorious could not tell
but 80 she answered.
The house was duly swept and garnished,
In readiness for the minute inspection of
Sister Wigs, and also for the careful report
ing of the same inspection, the sister being
OF that generous disposition that yearns to
share with the community at large all the
knowledge acquired by her in her travels
with the soft goodbye" of her daughter
Laura, The boisterous hug of Master Tom,
the wondering farewells of golden-baired
Eva and sturdy Frank, and the half smother
ed howl of baby Reginald distinguished
somewhat suddenly in thoughtful Laura's
apron0 Mrs. Glorious left the parsonage for
the first time for years for q fortnight's yaca-
ton.
After reaching Sea View, and getting over
the first rapture of rest, she began to feel
lonely, and perhaps a little home sick. She
had been used TO the clatter and hustle of
80 many children, and had now only the
very silent man, the Doctor, for company;
and she was absorbed in visions of very
splendid address he was 10 deliver the next
week. Alone she walked the beach and
roamed the parlors of the hotel. But the
third day came the Rev. Louis Nmbletongue.
He was an old friend of the Doctor, and, bet
ter still, an old classmate, and rumor added,
former admrer of the Doctors wife, Now
she found company. He was just from
visit to her native town, and the hours were
too short for the queries and comparing of
notes that took place.
In two days, as he knew everybody, he
introduced Mrs. Clericus right and left with
his accustomed vigor. She walked up to the
fact that once she was brilliant talker. Her
pale cheek grew rosy, and her almost forgot
ten soft laugh was heard once more. And
still the Reverend Doctor poured over his
wondrous essay, nor wokeup to the tact that
the Reverend Louis almost monopoized the
society of his wife.
But at last he woke up, and this was the
fashion of his awaking He sat on the lounge
of the hotel parlor, with the eternal note.
book and pencil in hand, polishing for the
fifteenth time an intellectual diamond when
two gentlemen just the other side of the
closed blinds began the following dialogue:
"Who is that remarkably pretty woman
with Nimbletongue this afternoon ?"
THAT is the wife of the Rev. DIR. Glorious,
one of the big guns of the convention next
week"
"Sure of tH" said the other, skeplically I;
never have seen him with her once"
"Oh he is a movable lexicon an animated
sermonmill Don't even know he's got a
pretty wife Nimbletongue knows ii, though,
and did, they say, before she married The