Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1885-01-16

"He takes a sight Of notice of her"
You kinder forget she's Lucretia's
sister," put in Miss Rich, San all she's
got"
1t was surely plain that Mr.. Lindsay
took pleasure in the society at the Shaw
homestead. At picnics, at prayer meet
ings or choir meetings, he was always
at hand to take Lucre:ia and Susan
home; he lent them his books, and di-
rected their reading; he brought them
flowers from town when he happened
to 60 up.
81 shall be so glad to give up the
presidency of the Bethel society and the
Dakota League to Lucretia," said Miss
Rich. "It's only proper for the clergy
mans wife to be at the head of them"
"You'll feel sorter lost without 'em?"
asked Mrs. Phelps.
"The parish is a large field. | think
/ can spare them to Lucretia. Do you
know, the other night as was going to
watch with Miss Hart when she had in-
formation of the lungs, came across
Lucretia and Susan and Mr.. Lindsay. l
must say l should think Susan would
have more taste than to follow 'em any
where. Why don't she keep herself in
the background"
"She's been pretty much in the back
ground all her life," said DR.. Slow.
"Perhaps she's tired of the situation" D"
"But she ought to have more consid-
Grafton. Perhaps the lovers don't mind
her. There they were all three of 'em,
watching the comet and studying the
heavens
"A proper study for a clergyman, , said
DR.. Slow.
'And he was pointing out all the con-
sternations, and it seemed to me they
were looking at him instead of the
stars pursued Miss Rich.
1T would be a complication, suggest
ed Mrs. Phelps, 'if, while he's courting
Lucretia, Susan should get In love with
him.
1T wouldn't be no use,' said Mrs.
Grimm. Iucretia's that smart she'd
make him believe it was her he was dy-
ing for
The Shaws had enough to keep the
wolf from the Goor, but nothing to
spare; they owned their house, but
kept no servant. "Help would be
dreadfully in their way" Miss Rich
declared. 81 wonder they don't feel
glad they can't afford any"
Susan always wore the simplest gar
ments, which she designed and exc
cuted herself, while Lucretia-"Well,
if there's anything that units Lucretia
for her future position at the head Of
the parish" confessed Mr.. Phelps"
otis her love of finery."
Lucretia always blossomed out In
pretty spring bounet-while Susan
made her last years one answer-aDd a
smart new suit made in the very latest
wrinkle.
IL was about this time that the parish
picnie ocenrred-an institution which
everybody believed in. Hadn't there
been more matches made at the last
than during all the year besidesf And
wasn't It fine chance to test Mrs.
Phelps recipes, Miss Rich's cream-pies
and Mrs. DR.. Slows tarts? OF course
Lucretia went, and Mr.. Lindsay with
her. Susan happened to be making
preserves and pickles that day, and the
berries wouldn't keep, and so she stay
ed at home At about the middle Of
the afternoon, when they had had din
ner and cleared away, and things were
a little slow, and they wanted some
body TO start some music, Mr.. Lindsay
was nowhere to be found
"0h, he's gone of with Lueretia
somew here" said Miss Rich, who felt
it her duty to account for him.
"No; there's Lucretia now, talking
about free-will with DIR. Slow"
"P'r'aps he's gone home to write his
sermon," suggested somebody else, the
picnic grove being only half mile
from town.
cor he's finding tongues in trees
and sermons In stones out here"
But at sunset Mr.. Lindsay strolled
back, with Susan on his arm, in time to
join them at tea, and he and Susan
made the coffee, and pitched the tunes
they sang before the day ended.
Now wasn't that real thoughtful in
Mr.. Lindsay to 90 after Susan: That's
what call real Christian, and broth
er-in-law worth having" commented
one old lady.
But when Mrs. Bishop, who had
stayed at home with teething baby,
reported that Mr.. Lindsay had not gone
home to write his sermon, but had
walked straight into Susan's kitchen,
and had helped her seal up the preserve
jars and set them away, and had sat in
the front porch an hour or two after
ward with ber-wheu lie might have
been with Notwithstanding secular
poetry, and not Dr. Watts or Charles
Wesley, either, the parish rose In It's
wrath to a woman. This would never
do; Lucretia must not be trifed with.