Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-09-27

d,d that cut Of olher paFishee and Tor she
rest. Mics Poily HouthAm msds than ner
special and religious business. ana uAFe
.sy did Just as well or better than any Ger.
eJman. Il One Of the cottages was the mos.
foslOrn. looking place ever beheld: 4 NAG
bed q leper house in faF-back days, ana
stucd quite by itsely in shelving garden.
Nbere nothing ever would grow. Ii was iop-
sized, and bad one gable end rearing crook
edly into the sky, wss painted dull yellow,
and had two dark windows and one Scotch
fir standing IN front Of them. The cottage
had q horrid sort of fascination for me, with
Its old carved inscription and uncannE
ashamed aspect. And how anybody could
bring themselves to live there passed my
comprehension. However, an old woman
sid her daue liter did; cranky creatures, who
.ui,ed the house, and there my good MISS
Polly went more frequently peIhsps than
anywhere else. She used to read the Bib.e
to The old rheumatic mother, and explain 1t
in her simple way, much shocked somehmesr
though very patient, with the dogmatism
and objections Of her listener. There!
d mt read about any one but Peter to-day,
Msfw she would grumble, ss Miss Poily
D; c: ed her little Bible. 1T may % wrong
, 9, 6esssy it is, but there don't like
D4vid 60 don't read no Psalms. He were
such q sinner, Miss" It's like this-God
forgaYe him, We knows. but seems to me l
can'Il'
"But 20 was Peter sinful man, said
Miss Polly, much perplexed and confused
a. being forbidden her favorite Psalms;
quite as bad ss David in his way, / con-
icer"
He we're SINFUL Yes" meditatively.
"Bul David were as bad as he could De, III
tel YOU who do like besides Peter, and
that's SAUL He were so tau and handsome,
h I'D and shoulders above every one else.
And nv Clara; tberel She don't like Paul!
Sh4 give reason for it, too. What do you
think il were2" bending over the table and
Licking Miss Polly in the face, enjoying her
embarrassment, poor dear.
Because she says he boasted so! She
says she thinks perhaps he didn't mean to!
But she can't bring herself to like him tor
that"
Miss Polly would come out of the cottage
quite tired and mysti6ed with trying to
argue satisfactorily; and l don't believe she
ever cot Widow Vsne to appreciate David,
AID gave 1t up at last in despair.
Well, it happened one fine Monday morn
irg, as l was walking beside the rushing Ss-
want lit was early March, so the river was
fuil), and Dot, our little Pomersnisu, bust
In along in font, saw Miss Polly hurry
ing cut Of the old eper cottage, and crossed
ov,r the road TO remind her of the draw
irg.room reetipg for the Jews that after
LCUn.
Now mind you come. whoever else
Decent Miss Polly. How about leaving the
eoussY inquired archly.
On, my dear, that will be in to day. We
can essily manage that. Susan and Harry
are so looking forward to coming. And,
jamie, love, what did you say the mission
", rame wasT
There VAS sort Of RIGHTEOUSNESS sbou.
NJ IS Polly this morning, rather unusual
With Der at any time, and noticed that she
was pa'er than ordinary GENERALLY she had
So h b, autiful rosHs, used to tell her that
| Was perfectly envious), and | concluded
q the home qurtet of course had been
so-ryipg and uaggiBg, perhaps worse than
YER
"Ob," l answered, careiess'y "a Mr.,
BlenB nsop from London, believe, Not q
real downright Missionary, you know, only
Association Secretary or something like
tbst. Mr.. Ralph Blenkinsop is his name,
Ir,mber. The meeting begins at o'clock,
ann there will be tea afterwards, you know,
as usual in the dinning room, Miss Polly;
and if you'll stay for it I'll introduce you to
the deputation if you like"
Then, to my intense establishment, her
bright eyes suddenly filled with tears. my
dear" she said quietly, he used to be-a
fitnd of mine-in old days long sgo-when
Twas young"
The words came dropping out slowly, hes
itatipgly, as Miss Polly looked appesEngly
1t me, half spologizing, as it were, for her
ayowsl.
Goodness gracious He must have been
il such q marvel could have existed in
he Southern annals-Miss Polly's lover
Tie bare thought took my breath away.
81 had never won miniature like the Miss
\, wlsnds, and only fancy assoclating her
cu.ls and dear prim old ways with lover !
We had turned mechanically, and were 90.
irg Saltforward once more, Dot running
bri.kly on before, kicking the March dust
up in our faces.
We have not met for more than twenty
years" she went on in low voice; twenty
" ars this very day, jamie. Isn't strange!
AID l should like to see him mean
speak to him sgain!'
"And you will have no chance of that un-
less you stay to teo," ! cried triumphantly.
"0h, dear Miss Polly, do break through
your absurd rule for just this once You
must. know Mr. Blenkinsop has to 60
away directly after tea, and he only comes
Just in time for the meeting. What does II
matter if your sisters do mind, or Mrs. Mar
dan? ! should brave them all. l."
Margaret Marden prevented what might
have come to pass once, my dear, she said,
al a flush; u can't tell you now, jamie,
I've forgiven it long ago, but forgotten it
. ycr. OF course, after pause, "he mar
ri, long a 60; saw it in the paper. But
hat doesn't lessen the old feeling of friend.
slip. dear. No, how could itF she said,
trtmbling.
Poor Miss Polly! should think not"
said warmly; and beside, he may be
Whoever new," l added, wickedly and IN
wisely, for Miss Polly drew herself up with
dig nifty and appeared much offended.
oh, do forgive me, there's dear" l
cried penitently. 81 believe he said some
thirg about q Wife too; I'm not sure. Oh,
Miss Polly So that dereadful-I mean that
III kind Mrs. Mareen came between. Peo-
'eslways do come between l said with Bit
terness. People or things, it's oil one.
Never mind. Stop and have tea and speak
TO him again after all these years. You
snow he'll be so taken up with the others
At er the meeting you won't get word with
limselt unless you wait.
my love, we all promised our dear father
ttCt we would not drink tea out of the
house Miss Polly repeated, waveriugly;
"and we teel as if it were laid upon rs for
If. 1t does seem little cruel now, jamie
But i should never hear the last Of it
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