The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1885-12-09
Mr.. vining himself would be as
tonisbed."

! L WISH sUmcOouy "ouio opcah W
Mr.. Vining, and tell him plainly
what his duty is.
Haven't we picked currants
enough" hazarded Aunt Susannah.
81 s'pose so," said Mrs. Martin
sharply.
You never had the trials of a
family, Susannah and they come
hard, though my girls are pretty
good girls, after all. Cybele's quite
model; and Daisy's well enough,
| if she would sober down little"
And the two elderly ladies went
| in with their bowl of sparkling cur
rants, leaving their unseen auditor
still sitting among the cherry boughs
with her bright brown curls ali
| blown about, and the scarlet velvet
of her lips deeper and redder than
ever.
Dear me-" thought Daisy, there's
revelation! Our Cybele in love-I
didn't know women who wore spec
tacles ever did fall in love; and Mr..
Vining a male coquette-well, |
never should have thought that of
Mr.. Vining. 1 really think, as
mamma says, some one ought to
speak to him. I've great mind to
speak to him myself.
And fred with the ardor of her
new plan, Daisy slid down from her
perch in the cherry tree to the great
astonishment of her friends the rob-
ins, and ran into the house.
81 won'tstop to consult mother or
aunty," thought eager Daisy; "for
l know they'd think ought not to
speak, jpst because I'm only six
teen years old"
So Miss Daisy stole like white
mouse along the hall, and tapped
softly at Mr.. Winnings study-door.
Come inl' called out the clear
sonorous voice of the young clergy
man.
Not until our Daisy was fairly in
the room did she fully recognize the
awk wardness of her position. Then.
with the roses mantling on her
cheek and her head hung down, she
stood a pretty picture OF maidenly
confusion.
"M-Miss Daisy" said Mr.. Vining
abstractedly, glancing up from his
paper, and Frightening up visibly
when he saw who it was,"I am hap
py to see such little sunbeam in
my study. Sit down.
mo, sir, can't" said Daisy, TAX
ing courage. Il only came to speak
to you, sir-about being married. y
"About being married. echoed
Mr.. Vining in genuine astonish-
ment.
"Yes, sir" went on Daisy, twist
ing her fingers together "the peo-
pie In the parish think you would
do 50 much more good if you were
married"
$50 l might" asseDted the minis
ter musingly. Il have thought of
hat myself"
"Oh, then you have thought of it
sir p cried Daisy delighted. Il
am so glad"
DAISY, l have been here long
time"
Yes, sir; | know you have"
SHOULD you be sorry to hare me
go sway2"
Daisy lifted her eyes with ro-
guish sparkle beneath her curling
lashes.
you need not go away, sir; that
is, if"
Mother said this morning she
would be very proud to be the min
ister's mother-in-law."
Mr.. Vining looked little sur
prised, but not at all displeased. as
Daisy stood demurely before him
with her roseate cheeks and dis
heveled curls.
"Did she really say SO, Daisy?"
II heard her say So"
ITO your"
"No, not to me, sir?'
daisy would you like it?"
.Oh, sir.I should be SO delighted ?"
cried Daisy, clapping her hands
gleefully.
"a minister's wife has so many
trials to bear with Daisy"
"Oh yes, sir; but if she loves her
husband
do you think my little wife
would love her husband"
How strange it was to think of
Cybele as a 'little wife" Daisy
thought love must have cast gla-
mour on the young minister's eyes (;
but she answered nevertheless
Il am sure of it, sir ! Cybele is so
sensible and so learned"
ayes, / know" answered Mr..
vining with something of a puzzled
expression of his face. Miss Cy-
belle is a very worthy person, indeed,
and l shall be very happy to be
connected, however distantly, with
her.
Daisy stared until her blue eyes
were like newly-opened blue-bells.
What on earth did the minister
mean.
Mr.. Vining, however, appeared
to be very clear on the subject OF
his intentions
He took Daisy's hand IN his and
drew her toward him with caress-
ing gentleness that the young girl
felt to be very pleasant.
"But you. Daisy, my dear little
wild flower, when you are my wife
"Ip echoed Daisy, suddenly be-
coming as rosy as her own pink
neck ribbon. II your wife, Mr..
Vining ?"
"Who else ?" demanded the young
minister with puzzled countenance.
1 have been in love with you for the
past three months, my Daisy. Nay,
do not try so tremblingly to escape
from me Surely-sureIy / am not
so disagreeable to you as that ?"
"N-no." hesitated Daisy, sit isn't