St. Landry democrat., 1888-07-07
THE MINISTER'S COAT.
Its Instrumentality In Making a
True Love-Match.


'over," exclaimed Hetty Darrell, with q
look of despair; ''if there isn't father
bringing home another minister to.
night! / told him this morning that
thought we had entertained our share.
And George comes this evening, too, y
she came down stairs in answer to her
fathers call.
"This is Mr.. Compton, Hetty," said
her father, land he will spend the
might with us. My daughter and my
-housekeeper, Mr.. Compton"
Mr.. Compton looked at the trim fig
'ure and bright face of the young house
keeper, and rejoiced that the fates had
led him into her domain. Hetty, how.
ever, hardly spoke to him, and followed
her father out of the room.
20 father!" she said, ''why did you
do it, again? 1t keeps me working
every minute
'.Sho. Puss," said easy Mr.. Darrell,
+'don't fuss for him; give him any thing
you've got in the house, crackers and
cheese if you like"
You know can't" pouted Hetty,
ministers always expect the very best,
and they know what is good, too
He don't, ! guess y said Mr.. Darrell;
''he has been working his way while he
studied, and keeping himself, and I
guess most any thing will seem all right
TO him"
'sOh! is he one OF that kind?" said
Hetty. II wish, if / must have them,
you would bring home somebody with
good clothes and plenty of money for
change
This one is smart,any way" said her
father; ''there is a big church awaiting
him somewhere. | heard that one of
the Middletown churches want him up
there
'.Well, ! suppose he can't starve,"
said Hetty, and with toss of her head,
expressing many things, she began to
get the supper. It was certainly very
unfortunate that he should had come
on one of Georges evenings.
But as Hetty set the kettle to boil,
she began to feel little conjunction
for her inhospitality, and as she remem-
bered that the young minister, just
from his studies, had been excepting
himself she began to feel enough pity
for him to stir her into concocting a
dish of cream-toast, such as only she
knew how to make. This necessitated
going down cellar after cream, and,
taking her skinner, she descended in
to the lower regions.
1t CHANGED that the door of the cellar
way was furnished with spring latch,
and Hetty, forgetting to fasten it back
before she went down, found herself,
when she would return. a prisoner.
Father she screamed, but Mr..
Darrell was making his toilet in an
upper room, and could not possibly
hear.
Poor Hetty called until hoarse, and
then paused in despair. At the same
moment she caught sight of pair of
black broadcloth legs passing by the
cellar window. With a frantic rush, |
Hetty sprang towards this straw Of
hope, and, putting her blooming face
close to the bars, shrieked, again:
s.Eather! father!" after the retreating
limbs.
They hesitated, stopped, and finally
returned.
lis any one in trouble?n said strange
voice, far above Hetty's vision.
Eyes. said Hetty, II am in the eel |
lar and want to get out
The knees bent, and face confront
ed Hetty from the other side of the |
window-bars. 1t was, as she had
guessed. the young minister.
How can / get you out?n said the
face outside.
You will have to go into the passage |
and put back the spring.. said the lips |
within. They were exceedingly red
and dainty lips, as they spoke from
between the bars, Hetty had her face !
pressed close to the iron), and the
young man may be pardoned for pro- !