Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1889-06-24

"Ah, good afternoon" he said,
ruefully, thinking as he showed them
in, "What in the world shall [ do
with them?''
"Isn't Mrs. Little at home?" cho-
rused they, glancing round the pref
ty parlor. We wanted much to see
her,"
"No, she is out riding, stammered
he, confusedly, shut won't you sit
down and waltz
ooh, no." replied the spokeswo-
man, 81 guess not, but we did want
to find her. You see," she continu-
ed, in a sudden burst of confidence,
s'Mrs. Little has our worsted that we
are making fancy things with for the
fair next week, and we came up to
get it. It's pretty long walk for
most of u.s. with an inquiring glance
at the others, who assented with eX-
carnations of ooh, N.Y. eyes, in
| Ueeu, eGC., eIC.
"Pm sorry she's gone,' observed
the dominic, most truthfully. eff l
could do anything -
'Perhaps you could give us the
worsted,'' suggested one of the girls
demurely, winking at the rest when
the minister's back was turned.
"Why, yes assented the worthy,
nervously. 81 don't know exactly
where she keeps it, but I'll see.'
And in some trepidation he opened
the door to the china closet, disclos-
ing to the girls astonished eyes most
of his wife's wedding presents of CHI
ma and silver. Closing the door in
dismay, he hurried out to the dining
room, where, after overturning Bes-
sizes workbasket, and hopelessly tan
Cling the thread, he succeeded in
finding box of worsted.
"Do you know the colors, young
ladies?" he called out to the parlor
victims shaking with suppressed
mirth.
"Mine's red" replied one, "mine's
blue, said another, "and mines gold"
cried third. ''My Tam O'Shanter
is to be dark, so my wOrsted is gar
net,' volunteered another, till the
dominic, always color-b blind, closed
his eyes, and tried to imagine his di-
lemma a horrid nightmare.
But young ladies are not easily re-
duced to imaginary beings, and at
last, in despair of ever sorting out
the right shades, he took the box
into the parlor, and passing it to one
of the guests, raid meekly, 81 guess
you had better take the whole thing
till sometime when Mrs. Little is
here"
They reluctantly assented, and he
showed them out as politely as his
aching head would permit. At his
desk again, his manuscript before
him, he was about to continue his
elaborate address, when he was once
more interrupted by the bell. Ans
wering it, he was confronted by the
tall, gaunt form of Mrs. Fay, and
felt himself blushing under her look
of unfeigned surprise.
81 didn't expect to see you, Mr..
th itttalg, y88a , h6f beptr 4Sa9lggt9so mpa
n.y."
ooh, yes, l do" he answered I'M
easily, "Mrs. Little receives more
calls, perhaps, -but-
81 should think she did, was the
terse rejoinder. "This is the first of
my seeing you, in all the times I've
called"
The minister uttered a mild dis
claimer of some kind, and his parish
Toner ruthlessly continued
81 came all the way up here yes
terday to have you talk with a neph-
ew of mine. You see he's a wild
kind of lad, and don't usually go to
church. But he heard you Sunday,
and was interested SO powerfully that
| persuaded him to come and see you.
He said that if you really believed
all you preached, he'd like to talk it
over with you. That's why bother
ed you, and told your wife | couldn't
take no for an answer. She did the
best size could, and said lots of good
things, but it wasn't like seeing the
one that wrote the sermon. And
when he went away, he was as can
tankerous as ever, said ministers were
no better than other folks, and the
reason you wouldn't come in, it was
because you amt paid for it,
The Rev. John WINGED, and the ell
quent Mrs. Fay broke off with ''But
there, didn't mean to say so much
[ just called to give this to your wife, =
and pressing cup of her best home
made jelly into his reluctant hand,
she took her departure. Her pastor
turned again into his study, but not
for work. The lesson was thorough |
ly learned at last, and while meditat-
ing upon it, he heard the welcome
sound of runners, and Bessie and
Roy drove merrily up. They were
full of delights with their trip, and at
the tea table, Bessie recounted the
beauties of the Art Reception.
"And now, j ohn," said Roy, cheer
lily, chow has this afternoon gone
with you? Come, give an account of
Yourself"
"I've had quite an experience"
replied he, and then told the whole
story, not emitting his struggles with