The Press., 1889-10-31
ANNA.

and none Of his family had seen her unrll her arrival among them the night before. "The whole thing, said Dr. Tanner, sdone, no doubt, at white heat, and afssI ter the fashion of the Trench family.
 The Trenches were large bodied, hot I blooded race. always making a talk in the county by sudden outbreaks into vice or into big. heroic deeds of virtue.
 The quiet, slow-going Scotch-Irish Press1 byterians who made up the community of the village of Offord found the virtuous Trenches quite as discomposing and un- comfortable to live with as the wicked ones.
 Radical religion, ,, said Deacon Vale Sis | like a balkin' horse. He may intend to drag you up the hill, but he lands you in [ the ditch at last. Give me an old, steady pacer on the road or in the church"
 The Trenches had front pew (fof which they sometimes forget to pay), and it5wasI hero that Bob led his wife this morning. She was small woman with light eyes and hair, and looked oddly white and cool and insignificant among the bigsboned black -browed Trenches. She knew that the whole congregation were sitting m Judgment on her eyes and nose and gown bat went through with her devotions in l absolute calm. Old Dr. Mcleod, in the. pulplO, CnStAAiS Cu1AOu0 61GAAOO Osown ~ her, was appalled, by catching her pale eye fixed rebukingly upon him, and Hurried through the sermon in headlong haste. When the plate was passed for collection, honest Bob, in the fervor of his soul, pulled out hundred-dollar bill; but the bride neatly intercepted it, and dropped in five instead On the way home she gave the note back to him.
 "Why did you not let me give if, Anna I My heart was so full of thanksgiving ]! have you I wanted somebody to be the better for it.
 .sFive dollars is quite enough to spend yearly on the conversion of the Jews, she said, smiling. 'sWe will make out a list of charities, calculate what we can af ford to give to each, and divide"
 Bother like to make spurt when I feel charitable" grumbled Bob; but he squeezed her arm and looked down on her adoringly. ''How just you are, Anna. 'Pon my word believe you are perfect"
 'I try to do what is right, {" said the little creature walking beside him with trim, measured steps. There was not . yet Bob somehow felt belittled beside her, and shuff1ed in his body and spirit like . big, guilty schoolboy.
 Luncheon was the first meal at which the family had met since her arrival. Nov Grandma Trench, who was 70 and victim of tic douloureoux, had long yielded the care of the house to Kate, the eldest daughI ter. There had been fierce suspicious in Kate's mind that the newcomer would try to wrest the reign of sovereignty from her.
 "She'l take the head of the table, you Il lsee," :" she told her sister Josey, vehemently, "She must understand from the beginning that you and contribute to the expenses and that manage. I will never take { second place-never What can that cfifid
 brought up in city boarding school, know ; of housekeeping r
 . But the child in her babyish white gown seemed to understand the situation by , second sight. She came into the room
 where luncheon was served, her arm abonl grandma's waist, softly smiling as the old lady chattered. Kate, tall and grim, stood behind the chair of honor. In an ifstan
 My dearl' she cried, amazed. 'sThil is not my place r. Kate, or-or you"
 "No, no, dearl Sit still. Of course tn,
 place of precedence is yours" said Anna } gently. ''That is right. will sit by yol
 and do the work, sliding quietly into chair.
 Kate, in dumb rage, found herself de
 posed. But what could she do {? Anna wa right. She was right, too. when Bob sen
 up for third cup of green tea, in leaving
 it unified.
 , "You think you want more," she said
 her light. smiling eyes holding his firmly :, "But you are mistaken, Robert; you d. : not. You only think so. ,"
 tis a fact memorable among the Trenche
 that Bob never asked for third cuj 7 again.
 These Trenches were uDdisciplined ii their eating, as in everything elss.g Whel ; grandma asked for deviled lobster, Anna f with an innocent face, gave her cold chick en.
 "The child did not hear me .'' the ol,
 lady thought, and she quietly ate he
 vapid fare. But Kate was not deceived. "You made mistake, she said to Anna
 after they left the table, trying to smil
 courteously. ''We never interfere witl { mothers diet, however unwholesome i : may be-"
 ''Ah? But that is not right-!" replie, a the little bride with sweet laugh. 's
 shall love her too dearly to allow her t, ? commit suicide by inches.
 r ''It is right" That and her sweet lauel were her only weapons. The Trenches
 might fame, or rage, or laugh with savag, : insolence at her proposed reforms bu there she stood, calm, immovable, an in , flexible purpose animating every atom 0 / her soft little body, and giving meaning X ; her pale blue eyes and gentle laugh.a In year she had proved her power : Deviled lobster, with all other highly sea
 soned and expensive dishes, had vanished
 from the Trench table, and had been re
 placed by cool and cheap messes com
 pounded by Anna's own delft fingers.
 s.It was not right so much of their mod crate income should go to panper thei ] stomachs" 'It was right that when Bol
 was the chief bread winner of the house
 hold Bob's wife should buy the bread. \ She never put this last maxim into words
 but into gentle, memorable, incessant prac \ tice.
 Grandma in secret cried bitter tears Q
 anguish for her hot curries, for her novel E for the gossiping visits of her neighbors \ for the impromptn games and dances O E the young people, in all of which the vi s vacious old woman delighted. Anna, witt 5 her pleasant laugh, had decided dancel and games to be as irrehgious ar icards The neighbors soon found that their run nings in and out were regarded by Mrs Robert as sad waste of time, and ceased to come. Anna, who liked to hear he own voice. inaugurated g series of evening ' ~v.sN -.y yp gt EtN1sg Ila4F