The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-17

you so.
As she sat in her kitchen that warm July
afternoon, the quiet broken only by the tick
ing Of the large eight day clock and the
purring of the cat by the stove, she was
thinking what she would write in reply: in
what words she would remind Susan Of
Toms declaration that neither be nor his
should ever ask for favor or a cent at his
sisters hands"
The clock struck with loud, whirring
noise, which aroused Miss Jenkins with a
start from her reverie, and she sprang up
surprised and shocked TO find how long she
had been idle.
"Pll let her wait awhile for my answer"
she thought, "Itll do her good to be in
suspense a bit And / reckon it amt too
late to go after Thorn blackberries in the
medder-lot. First thing I know them
pesky boys will be after 'em, and won't
get none for jam"
She put on her sun-bonnet, and taking q
large tin pail from the pantry, went out.
She paused on the path which led to the
meadow to look back at the house, thinking
it was very likely Susan had calculated on
being asked to take up her abode there.
1t was large, old-fashioned house with
roomy chambers. wide fre-places, and
plenty Of windows The grounds surrounding
it were shaded, and an abundance of flow
ers bloomed in the front garden 1t would
have been grand place for children to
play, but none had ever played there since
Tom had been grown. The place had bsen
left to Miss Sarah by an aunt, and Tom had
had no share in it. Miss Sarah, however,
had cared for and supported her brother
who was very much her Junior, until he was
able to strike out for him.elf and she had
made him a present of $500 when he attained
his majority. She thought she had done
more than her duty by him, and she de-
sired that he should pay her some consider
alton in the matter of his marriage. She
had never felt the same toward him since,
though she tried to heed the old motto "De
mortuis nil nisi bonum," whenever she
spoke to him.
The blackberries in the meadow were very
ripe and large, and so plenteous that Miss
Sarah had no difficulty in filling her pail in
q very short time.
1t occurred to her as she walked home.
ward that perhaps the minister's wife would
want to make jam, too. and would appreci-
ate the gift of few quarts Of berries such
as these So on reaching home, Miss Sarah
filed smaller pail with the fruit, and start
ing out again, turned her steps toward the
village.
II looked such sight in this sunbonnet,
reckon I'd best go in the back way" she
thought, as she approached the neat frame
dwelling in which her pastor lived. Like
as not they've got company to tea"
The heat. combined with the long walk to
the village, had caused Miss Sarah to feel
very tired. and as she entered the minis
tors garden, and her eyes fell on delight
fully shaded arbor, she concluded to rest
few minutes until she was cooler.
any face must be as red as a beet" she
thought, as she seated herself sone Of the
rustic chairs II wish to goodness I'd
brought my umberel."
She had just concluded that she was
sufficiently cooled off to present herself at
the house, when she heard voices, and peer
ing out through the vines, with which the
arbor was well screened, she saw Mr.. Law
ton, accompanied by a lady, coming down
the path
Miss Sarah drew back, and wished very
sincerely that she had not thought Of bring
ing the berries, or had stopped at home long
enough to put ON a nice dress; for the lady
was stranger, and looked SO exquisitely
neat and cool that Miss Sarah felt herself by
contrast decidedly untidy.
She had no doubt that the minister was
about to show his companion the way to the
arbor, and her heart sank at the thought ct
being found ia such plight But suddenly
the stranger paused, and bent to pick a rose
OF great beauty.
eff we only could be like this rose," she
said, "as fair within as without"
"You forget" said Mr.. Lawton, show
often we see worms eating int the very
heart of the most beautiful rosesin
as nothing true, thenl Are we never to
be able to put faith in the outward seeming
of any thing any one"
"Those who make the loudest professions
are often the most corrupt said the minis
ter; "and as was saying a moment ago,
there are so many, who think themselves
Christians because they go regularly to
church, teach in the Sunday school, use no
profane language, and give literally to the
missions. But they do not think it nee es-
sary to guard their thoughts, to fill
their daily lives with little acts of kindness
Now, you are q stranger here and
are to leave US tomorrow, 1 can speak to
you as could not to one familiar with the
people who make up my congregation
will give you case in point. have in my
church woman of middle age, who lives
alone on a farm couple Of miles from the
village. She is very active in church af-
fairs, Is always ready to visit the sick, go
among the poor or give to a charity. She
has provided for the education of several
heathens in Africa, and has taught a
class in the penitentiary, visited the Jail
and made herself generally useful. But
nevertheless, she is selfish, narrow and sor-
did to a pitiable degree. She does nothing
without making show about it, so as to
be we'll regarded among men. For years
she cherished feelings of enmity toward an
only brother, because, forsooth, he did not
marry to please her, and was told not an
hour ago that she has declared her intention
not to help that brothers sick and penniless
widow and children. She speaks of them
with bitterness, and even seems to rejoice
that at last they were forced to appeal to
her for aid was asked to speak to her ON
the subject, but she would be highly IN
suited, know, if ventured to call her to
account for her want Of charity and natural
affection She thinks herSalf Christian