The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1889-07-18

A'S'e vs. iShaAASAb W iu5i OuL III 0tr,
Miss Eliot was experimenting the
production OF pan OF daintily-browned
wailles - her rest had not been
especially promoted by the growlings
OF the fierce bulldog under her win
dow all night-when she saw a fac.
peeping in at her through the vine
leaves that draped the kitchen win
dow.
mercy on us! who's thatp" said
she, dropping ladleful OF batter into
the fire.
tits the tramp, ma'am," said Han
nah Ann, instinctively sweeping the
silver spoons into the dresser drawer.
II only wish, madam" said the
stranger, apologetically, ''to thank you
for the hospitality which,"
"Oh! its very well to TALK said
Miss Eliot, with asperity, "but you
ought to be ashamed of yourself!''
"Madamm
cat your age, to be loafing around
the country. common tramp! With
your gray hairs to be Hannah Ann,
there's that dog again. Give him a
bone or something to stop his yelling,
or We can't any of us hear ourselves
think! I've fed you, sir, and clothed
you" (when Tigers snarls had tenn
porarily ceased), "but I don't believe
in you and your like, and I'll trouble
you never to cross this threshold
again. Hannah Ann, get the man
some breakfast, and Dear me, has
he gone already, and without any
thing to eat9 Very WE'LL" her kindly
heart hardening into stone again, 'i,
he doesn't like to hear the truth it $
no fault of mine. Set on the coffee,
Hannah Ann; and, Tim, you take that
dog back to Farmer Sopus'. | don't I
know but that I'd rather be murdered
by tramps than kept awake all night
by the barking of dog"
Miss Eliot had hardly recovered her
equanimity that morning. when a note
arrived from Mrs. Deacon Dix, invit.
ing her to what little Tim irreverently
termed a ''tea fight" that very even
ing.
TO make the acquaintance OF the new minis.
ter, a most blessed man." enthusiastically
wrote Mrs. Deacon Dix, 'who has only just ar.
rived at our mble dwelling"
And Miss Eliot, delighted at the op-
portunity, put on her best black silk
gown and little cap trimmed with
lavender ribbons, and proceeded to the
Dix mansion just as the clock struck
five.
Mrs. Deacon Dix was there in her
best attire. The two Misses Wilmerd-
ing were there in the MORE antiques
which had belonged to their grand
mother, and old Mics Halliday with
her white curls and pearl brooch; and
Miss Eliot was led into the room by
Miss belinda Dix, blooming maiden
of three-and-twenty summers, to find
herself courtesying low to the man
who had been locked into her barn
chamber last night, and whom she had
lectured so fercely that morning on
the duty of earning his own living.
Miss Eliot" simpered the uncon-
scious belinda, "allow me to make you
acquainted with Mr.. Revere, of Stoney-
lands, our new minister"
But Miss Eliot had turned as many
colors as dying dolphin.
IL didn't know" faltered she. Il
never suspected. Oh. Mr. Revere,
what must you think of me?"
II think" said placable Mr.. Revere,
who fully perceived the humor of the
situation, "that you honestly believed
me to be tramp. and that you
wouldn't allow me an opportunity to
explain. / had letter to you from
your late pastor, but | couldn't get a
chance to deliver it, and"
'Oh, Mr.. Revere, if l had only
known y
And Miss Eliot wrung her hands in
anguish of spirit.
Pray don't reproach yourself any
further, Miss Eliot" said the minister,
'for what is really my fault My
wife always says l am too careless OF
my clothes, and If did look like a
tramp" .
But here, fortunately for good Miss
Eliot. a new arrival necessitated new
introductions, and she was allo wed to
drop, crimsoned and breathless, into
the nearest chair
ITO think" she gasped, almost in
audibly, "that | should have made
such a mistake! To think | could
have been such fool! And even
Hannah Ann knew better! Did not
she say, from the very first, that he
wasn't the sort for the barn chamber9
What will Hannah Ann say the first
Sunday she sees him at church,"
Poor Miss Elliott was an awkward
piece OF business! And to this day she
isn't quite certain whether she or the
minister was the most to blame for 1t
Amy Randolph, in N. Y. Ledger.
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