Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1886-05-15

s!sEou mean tho minister K sup
pose; ANY one to hear You would
thiliEI spossesscd an evil eye
Wharf.-The falls in love7 | can't
hcllfsslt. His sacred calling will
leIbshim bear Ills Disappointment
fit H. to be that, Aunt MARTHA
she cried passionately, shave ! nc
heart, i won,leri Perhaps my here
has come.in the shape of this para
por.J,
.0hs my dear, l shonll be SO hap
pylHand the old lady's voice treln-
bled;Ewith emotion.
"Yoa are a dear0ld goose, auntie:
lit might be wise to wait and see
him, ,lIesore We rave in this man
ncr. SIf lie has red hair-and wears
glassss, my simplicity is wasted"
Thy reached the church then,
and Hiss Martha went into the
broai family pew, while her niece
fitt@I iiNthe Harrow stairs to the
pnlft'Tis f,Jil-
ksit iar;sfto sfiig III the choir.
1t gaysher something to do, and
somebody to rule, for no one in the
village had received as good d
musical education as herself.
The music was, indeed II credit
to her, anu many a chance visitor
from Inc city turned i'll surprise, as
the glorious old anthems rolled ov
er their heads. More than one
heartfelt a little flntter of ex2ec-
tancy,as % tall, slender man rose in
the pulpit to address them.
Hcsslid not preach IL dry sermon
abontitle old patriarchs, or some
knotty problem in theology. He
talked to them as if he knew every
ones secret grief, and by his deli
cate sympathy healed the sore
heart. He pictured what a true,
beautlfulIife they might lead, until
Violet thought of the past-ler
frivolous, useless life. Tho old
wound re.opened, and she wildly
wished she could bring back to
life the one son of that widowed
mother, who eight years before had
blotted out his life for her sake.
She had a solo in the closing an.
them, and many turned to look at
her as her mellow voice,floated up
ward, Ii seemed to have Il new
tone, that touched the heart like \
prayer for FORGIVENESS.
Ralph. Armstrong, as he sat III
the pulpit, looked across the little
church into a face that looked
like tile face Of al angel.
There were several matters to
speak about to the organist after
church, and it was some'little time
before Violet descended the stairs,
where, to her surprise, she found
Ter aunt with the minister's hand
in hers, while she seemed almost III
Mysteries. Fastening to hex side,
she heard her say:
ats think that you are the son OF
my old friend, John Armstrong!
Snch3a surprise and pleasure, Vi.
Urcui s,rU teri 1Iru1r-u0- oUnro-ho..r,-,...I
take dinner with u.s."
pray introduce me, aunt, and |
certainly will, "said hernieoe, laugh
ing, for her Aunt Martha certainly
looked very funny, half embracing
the young man, while a score OF
people looked on in wonderment.
Violet'srepentantmood had gone.
1t vanished as she saw glance of
admiration III the dark eyes of the
young man turned upon her. Dur
ing the homeward drive and the
dinner following, Aunt Martha
wonld have liked to label her dan
gerous. She certainly had never
seemed more attractive, and the
young man would need to pray for
strength if he wished to resist.
"violet," said her aunt, sternly,
rs she looked into her room to say
goodnight, "thatyoung man is the
son of the dearest friend Of my
youth. ! will have no triiling with
his heart"