News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1889-09-12

| rs ne Te00SGSu III Ills study tnaU evening
he would have supposed that the words,
''Come again, dear dream" scraw'ed on
the margin referred beyond doubt tc
the dream of Jacob when he saw the
angels of God ascending and descend
ing
''Them there Miller boys be enough
to drive you to glory an no mistake, ,
declared Jane few weeks later. 81
wouldn't be their mother-no, not i
you'd give 'em to me-.
"They're not mine to give" said Miss
Prue. 'What have they done now -
"Done? They've gone and broke
the pea hens eggs, to see the little pea
cocks, sure's you're alive. They ex
pected to find EN- full-fedged, long
tail aud all. Amy's gone home crying.
"And where are the boys 2'
Mr. Miller, he's going to send 'em
to bed without their supper, and serve
'cm right. Their mothers shirked all
the bother of 'em, sure enough p
Without theirsupper- things =
! cried Miss Prue. why, it's only :
o'clock of summers day. remembel
when | used to be sent to bed by day
light when was little and naughty, and
it always seemed to me q horrible injus-
tice. Jane, run over to the parsonage,
and tell Mr.. Miller he will do me favor
If he will i"
''Baste 'cm soundly," put in Jane
",Ianei how inhuman He will do
mo Il favor if he will let them off this
time"
:Now. Miss Prue, if you'd write it
yourself-sure's you live-cxcuse me,
miss-but ain t got the face to carry that
thore message" And it SO happened that
the Rev. Austin Miller found himself
dreaming over perfumed note, in his
study, while his sermon lay forgotten
before him--tlreaming of the first note
he had ever received from Miss Pne,
fifteen years or SO ago, the words of
which started ont from some hidden
corner of his brain, where they had
been sleeping unknown to him, dream
ing of tho dewy evenings in tho rose
garden of the old parsonage, where he
studied divinity and she taught the
children their A 3 C's; of Sundays,
when they sang together in the choir;
uf their stroll home through the green,
sweet scented lanes. He wondered if,
indeed. he was the hero of those dreams,
if lc had ever been so happy. The first
lIis heart anew, as if they had happened
only yesterday. What foolish thing
their little quarrel looked like to day,
seen by the light of years and knowl
edge Yet he had been the first to
make an overture toward reconciliation.
thank God II she accepted his over
turc she was to write and say so, but m
word had come to h m in reply. What
hours of dark suspense lifted their
shadows before him; how the whole
world had seemed bleak and unprolia,
BILE without her. And i'll a season of
weakness, when his wounded heart
could bear no more, he had accepted
the sympathy and comfort nearest at
hand, and had finally married Lefty
Carew because she loved him, only to
wake up one day to find that he owed
all his unhappiness to her. Miss Hill
.lreth had indeed answered had given
ls'tiy the letter to mail they had been
intimate friends III those days, in
trusted with each others heart beat
and Lofty had detained the IN issivc that
'voiIld have healed the breach. How did
40 know this Years after it tumblcd
Out of n drawer of old letters, and con
fronted him with its familiar address.
Miss CarcN thought she had secured
her eff for all time by burning Pru.' $
letter, but she tossed the wrong cnvcl-
ope into the gra g. Austin Miller had
lived his sorrow over again after this dis
coycry; he had walked with it and
wrcstled with it without getting nearer
happiness, and had long ago made
up his mind to do without it.
But he had thought it due to Prudence
10 lot NV
accident her letter had come to hand
iivo years too late; he said nothing of
Lctty's share III the matter, but Pru-
dencc understood all. These memories
had been revived by Pruc's hasty note
asking him to forgive the children for
breaking up the pea hens nest. Her
children, tool He was at the point of
carrying the note to his lips when his
eyes fell upon his sermon, 1.-The Mis-
takes of Christian, and lest this
should be one of them he threw it into
the waste basket. He looked ut the
clock; he had been idle two whoe
hours "Of what was lie thinkingT'
he asked himself, "where was he drift
ingl an annointed priest, the example
and counsellor of sinners Z" At least he
could go and thank Pruc with clear
conscience; rs for the children, they
were already in bed, technically speak
ing, and having such n capital pillow
fight that they agreed to get into mis-
chief every day Of their lives and be
punished.
After that Mr.. Miller often found
himself dropping in, on one prctcxt or
another, Mt The Elms. To ask Mss
Prue to play over the mir of some new
psalmody, That hc might join IN tho
congregational singing to lend her
tile latest volume of religious thought ;
TO beg advice about tho children. Some
times he came bringing those unruly
infants, with their brown hands full of
peacock feathers and their little hearts
full of impenitence. They and the
peacock were now the best of friends /;
ho alto from their hands and endured
their pctting, which was much like pun
ishment, with heroism if lie stayed
away they hunted him out and brought
him home in triumph.
"Those children might as we'll live
here" said Jane.
"And their father, too" added John.
1t is true the Miller children were q
great deal at The Elms, and gave their
father frequent excuse to follow thom
and it is true there were few congenlal
souls in the parish and village, and
and what so natural as that he should
see more or less Of his pleasant neigh
Dor, with whom he could journey back
to the past? Indeed, they never talked
of to-day or tomorrow; it was always
yesterday whose praises they sang, whose
skies they extolled, whose pleasures
they coveted He was nothing like q
lover, to he sure, except in prcfcrrng
her society, and yet it was happiness
to Prue to see him there, to know that
he would come tomorrow. 1t was to
ward night on one summer day that
Miss Prue, looking out of the lawn,
where the shadows OF the leaves were
dancing, saw Mr.. Miller-no unnsual
sight-coming toward her door. He
had been out of town whole week on
business. Bridget had conlided to Jane
that he had 'gone away suddin' after
a telegraph in yaller wrapper come Tor
him." but he had been at home sever al
DAYS without darxening, or. TO express
her feelings better, Illuminating Miss
Piue's door. Naturally, she wondered
what his errand had been; If he had had
u call to leave the parish, and at that
thought her heart stood still.
You have been away" she said.
after the first greetings.
Yes. [ hope you did not suffer
from an invasion of young Millers during
my absence.
I'VE met but we missed you," she
admitted. "I hope your vocation was
a rasL and n re .reation to YOU