Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-10-10

"Certainly;" and the girl smiled and
colored, and looked prettier than ever.
Mr.. Cleveland thought; lit is Teresa
Mary Caroline. And so you know my
friendsp That Is quite delightful, for
you can tell me all about them!"
"All about themp"-and Mr.. Cleve-
land looked amused. "What do you
meanP Do you wish TO know If they
are rich and respectable-or whatP"
"Are they nicep"
mice? That is such dubious terml
Our views of niceness may be totally
opposite, you know" Mr.. Cleveland
answered with a careless laugh. Don't
you know them mt alp"
"No: my mother and Mrs. Bevan
were distant relatives. They were
very great friends as girls; and, when
my mother and father died years ago,
Mrs. Bevan promised 1 should live
with her as soon as | had completed
my education" Miss Caroline answered.
lis she your guardian?"
"Oh, no! My guardian is Mr..
Sharpe, u lawyer; but l am of age
now; l was tweaty-one last month, !"
the girl returned cheerfully. MRS.
Bevan used to write to me very often
at ono time-such kind letters!-but
lately her daughter has written in
stead, Mrs. Bevan is getting old now,
suppose? She was much older than
my mother, know"
Eyes; she has been quite an invalid
for the past five years. You will like
her very much, / am sure-she is such
quiet, gentle old lady. l was very
fond as boy of Mrs. Bevan."
"And her son-Mr Austen Bevan-
what is he like?"
"Austen? oh, he is good fellow
cnough-rather crotchety and odd
sometimes.h
"And the daughter-Mrs. Cailen-
der? Somehow ! don't think < should
get on with her." Miss CarG.-Io went
on meditatively. There is some
thing about her letters-a flavor, if
may so describe it, of prunes and
prism-which does not commend itself
favorably 10 my notice. What kind
of n person is she?"
Mr.. Cleveland stroked his mustache
gravely,
II assure you she is an inestimable
person." he answered deliberately.
"She is devoted TO all good works
she is DISTINGUISHING lady, a Sun
day school teacher, IA prominent men,
Der of the Blue Ribbon movement, and
she has, l believe, in addition to all
this. strong yearnings after the Saliva
ton Army"
al am surprised at that! should
have thought that the Salvation Army
and the Society of Friends were dia-
metrically opposed to each other,
! Miss Caroline remarked.
$50 they are; but | cannot help
thinking that the Office OF captain or
major in the army would have an al
most irresistible attraction TO Mrs.
Calender Mr.. Cleveland replied.
"She would look well at the head of a
regiment waving on her followers
with gingham umbrella! She is one
Of those women-happy for the peace OF
the inferior sex, that they are few in
number-who are born to command"
Il think she must be very objec-
tionable woman" Miss Caroline OBJ
served disdainfully. "Will she expect
me to interest myself in these move
ments, wonder?'
"Of couse she will. 1t depends on
yourself how far her expectations will
be realized" Mr.. Cleveland answered
dryly "If you assert your rights and
stick up for yourself, you will get on
with her well enough, l dare say; but
she rides rough shod over weak OF
timid people"
"Oh, can stick up for myself well
enough-never fear!"-and Miss Car
dimes eyes sparkled dangerously.
Thank you for the hint-now l shall
know how to shape my course Dc
you often visit at the Hall?"
Every rarely now. Austen and
were friends as boys-we are about
the same age, and we wentto the same
school; but we drifted apart long ago
| don't see much of him now"
Don't you? am rather sorry fol
that" said Miss Caroline frankly.
$50 am I--since you are to be {
member OF the family" and Mr.
Cleveland bowed politely, and glanc
ed, with look of unmistakable ad.
miration in his eyes, at the girls pref
ty pale face. Il dare say hope a
all events to ronew our friendship
now"
Miss Caroline smiled, and inwardly
echoed the hope.
1t was FIVE o'clock when the trair
reached Pennington. The twilight
was gathering, and a drizzling rail-
beat against the carriage windows
For the last few miles the prospec
had been anything but cheerful or ex
hilarating thick veil of mist blottet
out the distant purple moors and hill
that stretched behind the town, anC
every chimney OF every factory ant
house seemed to be smoking its hard
est.
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