Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-03-25

nor his should ever ask, for favor at
his sisters hands.
The clock struck four with loud,
whirring noise, which reused Miss
Jenkins with start from her revery,
and she sprang up. surprised and
shocked to find how long she had been
idle.
I'll let her wait. awhile for an anewer,
she thought. "It'll do her good to be
in suspense bit. And | reckon it
amt too late to go after them black
berries in the middle lot. First thing
| know them pesky town-boys will be
after 'em and | won't get none for
Jam"
She put on her sunbonnet, and talk
ing a large tin pail from the pantry,
went out. She paused on the path
that led to the meadow to look back
to the house, thinking it was very like
ly Susan had calculated on being
asked to take her abode there.
1t was large, old-fashioned house,
with roomy chambers, wide fireplaces
and plenty OF windows. The grounds
surrounding it were all shaded, and
an abundance of flowers bloomed in
the front garden. 1t would have been
grand place for children to play,
! but none had ever played there since
Tom had grown. The place had been
| 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. himself; and she had
made him present of five hundred
dollars when he attained his majority.
| She thought she had done more than
her duty by him, and she desired that
! he should pay her some consideration
in the matter of his marriage She
had never felt the same toward him
since, though she tried to heed the old
motto, Ode n1Ortuis nil nisi bOmln1, "
whenever she spoke to him.
| The blackberrieS in the meadow
were very ripe and large, and SO plen-
teous that Miss Sarah had no difficult
ty in filling her pail in a short time.
1t occurred to her as she walked
homeward that perhaps the ministers
wife might want to make jam, too,
and would appreciate the gift of few
quarts of berries, such as these. So,
on reaching home Miss Sarah filled a
smaller pail with the fruit, and, start
ing out again, turned her steps toward
| the village
Il look such a sight in this sun-bon-
net, l reckon I'd best 60 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
eyes fell on a very delightful shaded
arbor, she concluded to rest a few
minutes until she was cooler.
| "My face must be as red as q beet, !"
she thought, as she seated herself on
one of the rustic chairs. 81 wish to
goodness I'd brought my umbrella"
| She concluded that she was suffi-
GENTLY cooled off to present herself at
the house, when she heard voices, and
| peering out through the vines, with
| which the arbor was well screened, she
saw Mr.. Lawton, accompanied by a
lady, coming down the garden path.
Miss Sarah drew back, and wished
very sincerely that she had not
thought of bringing the berries, or had
stopped at home long enough to put
on a nice dress; for the lady was a
stranger, and looked so exquisitiely
neat and cool that Miss Sarah felt
herself by contrast disgracefully I'M
tidy.
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 of being found in
such a plight. But suddenly the
stranger paused, and bent to pick a
rose of great beauty.
eff we could only be like this rose, ?"
she said, "as fair within as without. :"
"You forget" said Mr. Lawton;
chow often we see worms eating into
the very heart Of the most beautiful
roses"
lis nothing true then? Are we never
able to put faith in the outward seem
ing OF anything or any one?"
'"Those who make the loudest pro-
LESSONS are often the most corrupt, :"
said the minister, "and, as | was say
ing moment ago, there are SO many,
oh, SO many, who think themselves
Christians because they go regularly to
church, teach in the Sunday school,
use no bad language and give literally
to the missions. But they do not
think it necessary to guard their
thoughts, to fill their daily lives with
little acts of kindness. Now, you are
a stranger here and are to leave us to-
morrow SO | can speak to you as |
could not to one familiar with the peo-
pie who make up my congregation. I
will give you a case in point [ have
in my church woman Of middle age,
who lives alone on farm a couple of
miles from the village. She is very
active in the church, is always ready
to visit the sick or give to the poor.
She has provided for the education of
several heathens in Africa, and has
taught a class of men in the peniten-
tary, visited the jail and made herself
generally useful. But, nevertheless,
she is selfish, narrow and sordid to a
pitiable degree. She does nothing with
/ lyIr1 oh \ !