The morning call., 1890-11-16

business done. SS. Into the chaise after
did tha c+her errands and"
"Dear heart, faint such a great matter"
said the kind little mother, with a sigh that
Love could not hear. 'Somebody'l soon be
going again."
Presently Love disappeared and took off
her best wooden dress, and came back in a
comfortable old one; but she had fingered
to tie in piece of red ribbon for cravat,
and she had locked out of tbs bedroom
window toward town to see il she could dis
cover the reflection of the new electric
lights. The sky was very cloudy and dark,
but she was pretty sure that dim glow
lighted the heavens in that direction. When
she came down into the kitchen her father
and Jacob Bean, the hired man, were al
ready at supper. Love looked uncommonly
pretty, and they all noticed her. The father
and mother stole pleased glance at one
another.
"Serms to me you've taken good while
to change your dress" said Mrs. Hayland,
gently reproachful.
cit didn't seem long TO me-" answered
Love honestly. :. l didn't know how late
twas when we got home, it gets dark so
early now. Why, / forgot so many things
I've thought of buyin'. l shall have to go
again quick as can" with little blush).
GONE, draw up and have some O this
good warm supper, child" said the father.
Il think the roads too plaguey rough to
drive over again until snow comes" If you'd
bought much more shouldn't had cent
left to leave with Mr.. Pendell."
'Thry weren't all my things" said Love.
Mother, don't know but ought to have
me new winter suit after all. Mine seemed
to look little past when l got among
folks"
81 thought 1t looked pretty when you
come down ready 10 CO. IT'S the bother O.
getting it made" said the busy little
woman. Love was still young for her age,
and had never settled down into careful
womanly ways, though she was already 10.
CHAPTER III.
Jonas and Mr.. Pendel were alone to-
getber in the bank one February morning.
One OF the other young men was away at
his brother-in-law's funeral and Hathaway
had been sent to Boston on a financial er-
4. rand. Jonas wished that he could have had
the variety Of journey to Boston. Some
times lie felt as If the irksome confinement
of his business were telling upon his health
and spirits; but he looked per!e tly we'll. and
unsympathetic friends still congratulated
him on his excellent opportunity. The odor of
bank bills became more and more unpieas-
ant to MIN, and once or twice good Mr.. PEN
dell had felt obliged to urge him to greater
quickness-not accuracy, for our hero was
much to be trusted in his figures. His
patron, the rich uncle. looked at him ap-
provngiy from under his shaggy suspicious
eyebrows. as he went or came about his
UuSlueSS OF Tie DanK meetings.. Jonas lived
with this uncle, who was q bachelor, and
there was always plenty to do night and
morning in the matter of household work,
the housekeeper being amiable but decrepd,
and the uncle held the opinion that lad
should be made to work as he had worked
in his own youth. Jonas was naturally of a
domestic turn, and only varied his life now
and then by occupying back seat at an
evening meeting. In the bank he sometimes
felt important, and was upborne by the dig
nifty of his position, but out of bank hours
he was simply clumsy country fellow, un-
used to town life. He often looked out of
the bank window to see that old horse from
Oak Hill, but he was never fortunate, though
the two bright eyes that looked from under
chaise-top still shone like stars in his
thoughts.
Mr.. Pendell was very busy that morning,
and when the door was opened he nodded
to Jonas. who had been busy paying and
receiving all the morning. As the young
man rose he saw the safe horse OF his
dreams fastened to post in front of the
window. There was an old high-backed
sleigh now, with two good buffalo robes and
plenty OF bright straw. Jonas recognized