The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1890-03-19

.s.s;on 81 the umbrella stop At this
,la ho,el on. cannot let YOU. hraus'it
the u aosh,e GA iuiPese
Mr.. Rises She senior truste. ol toe -
dn- church. aud ons Of the most import
an, men IN the ii-lr,ct, bss coae also to /
the station T. offer the Bishop hospiiaii-
~ a most unusual condescensson Tor
him but the Doctor allowed himself TO
be led away by little Mrs. Mckinley and
put all the powers of his mind 20 study
inc the wind. that he might so hold the
nn,brella that the sleet would not drive
in mon her. lie recollected that at bis
ls.t visit to Sodus he had been permitted
TO sleep in ..the old hotel," !" and had pass
al the nights in combats with nameless
sleep disturbers Il warmed his heart TO !
be 50 kindly welcomed after his long noe |
and for the moment he forgot that ne
was that instant making discipline more
difficult TO administer, If this bright little
woman deserved it. How much she
made him think Of his own Mary She,
too. would have taken trouble for an ell
derly guest, and would have gone forth
10 meet him. ami she would not have
been solemn, or said a word about his
being bishop.
"Do YOU begin TO feel at home p ne
asked. after long five minutes, during
which he noticed that the little woman
literally hung upon his arm, trying to
take long steps to keep up with him. and
that her large brown eyes were very
lovely.
~0h. it is home wherever Mark is, but
this village is not New York. Don't tell
but / don't like it. 1t is poky without
Girls. / miss the girls dreadfuIly," ;" and
she gave a little sigh.
But are there no girls in Sodns? !?
Not the sort ] hare known. They
seem to think great deal Of fashion here
and are always talking about fixing over
their dresses. ard they take it for granted
that know all about dressmaking, be
cause | came from New York. 1t is tire
some but have done nothing but
rrumble, and you will think ! am not
happy, but am."
Il am glad Of that ! suppose you
make a good many visits ?"
Yes. The country people have no
idea of the value of time, and they come
for us at nine O'Clock. The rides are fear
fui in the winter, and in the farmhouses
they have wood stoves. You know ho"
hot your face gets, and how cold you'
toes and back are, trying to warm your
self at them. They do not have iunehi
and dinner is at three, just about the
time vou have headache well establish
ed. When it grows dark they get on
the Bible and Mark reads a psalm, and
we sing the doxology. On, it is very droil
and Mrs. Mckinley chuckled.
1T seems to me il may be wearisome,
said the Bishop, slackening his pace. h'
had detected his companion Was skip
ping TO keep up with him. 1t mus
waste great deal of time for your hus
/, band"
"Oh. il is in the way Of business 70
him. said Mrs. Mckinley, blitheiy.
is NV time that is wasted. / take M.
sketching things along and get some de
lightful bits sometimes. Country chill
dren are as sweet as apple blossoms gen
orally"
The next moment the Bishop foun
= himself in bright little room, all
twinkle with shining dishes and silver
A slim, very black serving maid WAS ]
attendance. and there were other sligf
i indicati ms that Brother Mckinle
= enioyed a degree of fine comfort in b
home not usual to the preachers in 3
! dus.
The Bishop was philosopher by ten
per. and never hid the possible pleasure
Of to-day beneath to-mo,row's trouble
lie allowed himself to have delighifl
evening; but when the morning sn
shone across his face, he remembers
with a pang that before he set out f
New Canaan, he must say something
his charming hostess about the duties
her sphere, and might have 10 procet
to severer measures.
d "l'm glad you've come" " said Mr.. Rig
G. when he had reached the meeting hou:
Y and there were a few minutes whi'
IS could be used for whispering. " Our mi
Ie ister's wifs-is-wall -
? avail, she hain't done some thing
l. an she h rs done others" said Mr.. Rig!
k in tone which conveyed great deal
y blame. She has her friends, but all
:. one of 'em. | don't believe in mi
ister's wives a-shuttin' 'ems'lves up a
d. a-sendin' niggers to the doors a-ssyl
a they has to be excused, like they we
'e empresses Of France"
20 Mr. Riggs for some unknown reas'
scorned the French.
AN don't believe in their playi
70 iinkin' tunes, either, nor dancin'. Y
III sir. She's ben a dancin' They say sh'
dreadful good hearted, but.l tell 'em bel
~ good hearted never got nobody inter
l" kingdom =; and Mr.. Riggs caught at
&c small. withered, aat-faced woman vi
~ was passing, aud loudly whispered
!" her ear that she must tell the Bish'
how she saw the minister's wife dar
ing.
IS Mrs. Stevens nose was broken. II
= ewes were large watery, and light blI
ar She had self satisfied smile and an N
IL tuons voice that made the Bishop erin
" when she babe him good morning.
IT saw her," she said. 4" never liked b.
tn She amt my kind ola woinin. SON
be thing ought to be done"
ry There was pleasure in iler monotone
he tone. The Bishop turned away rsth
d. abruptly.
oi The communion and lovefeast of &
- day was long remembered by the majo
ty of the Sodus church. The feeling
= the Bishop was contagious. Every hea
~ even those too much of the time aba
g doned to small evil feelings, was uplift
upon the wings Of the Bishops praye
eh He besought Heaven for an outpouri
lst Of the Divine Spirit, and it came. Ea
n one grew tender toward ali the rest
OF tn. world.
y On Monday his hostess was not at q
., breakfast table TO greet the Bishop as
eu has headaches which take all of IA