South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1890-10-24
THEINTELLIGENCER
FRIDAY, OCTOBER "a. 1890.
The Maiden's Mite.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

4 b1 ANY nANOOLpd.
Il am disappo' nted in her, said
Ernest Vail, sadly.
He was sit ing by his open study
window, wi b the perfume OF great
old.fashioped sweet. brier bush float
ing up. where the lances Of the de.
licious SUMMER shower had pierced it's
green slooms, aud sent up ar incense
CT subtitle fragrance. Far off on the
uplands the hay makers we're at work !;
on tie Dough of the apple tree be-
yond n cat bird vat bled its melliflu-
Jus refrain. And Rev. Ernest Vail
pushed away bis books an papers
and looked ,hougbtfulIy out ever The
lovely wcrld.
Monday IS generally tired day
with clergy -nsl. Mr.. Vail felt the
reaction of hard wo.k and feverei
enthusi An; il was that. hut it was
not altogether that, which dampeued
his spirits and cast the grave shadow
over his countenance.
do you mean disappointed in Cora
Ardenr said the old doctor, who sell
dom failed 20 comprehend tLa vary
ing moods OF his sons nature.
OF course I do
Then you are doing her injustice,
said the doctor, who he'd come in for
a newspaper. She is one Of the
sweet.st little giris in the world, and
one OF the best
IL is possible said the young man,
anguidly. Nevertheless l am dis
appointed in her. l did my best yes
terdsy. could feel, even while
spoke, the flame of my Masters altar
burning within me. The electric cur.
rent Ct sympathy reached from heart
to heart. And believe the congre-
Cation symta,h,zcd with me with one
accord. as l spoke OF the needs and
acquisitions OF our foreign missio u 8
TIE collection was most liberal; gold
and bank bills, even rings and lcck-
els were piled upon the plate. But
sat where / could not help seeing
Cora's hand as she put in her offer
ing
And how much was itP'
Only 10 cen: piece
Don't be fool. Ernest sail the
old doctor; Il dare say it was oil she
could Afford
'Scllie tells me that old Arden
gave cora 500 for q new black silk
dress last week. returned Ernest
Vail.
well. what thenG She couldnl
put dress into the col ection- plate,
could shei'
Blu: the dress need not have beer
purchased
That is Cora's business, not you're
nor Nelttc's, brusquely retorted DIR
Vail.
Very true. said the young clergy.
man. 'Bnt still, l am disappoinfed
10 her.
And the old gentleman went back
to HE Office, muttering:
Il wish Nellie would mind her owr
business. Ive set my heat on hay
ing Cora Arden for daughter in
Law. And Ernest is just whimsical
aud capricious enough 10 allow (
mere trIfe like this to turu he cur
rent Of his whole life +
But If Etnes, Vail could have beer
gif ed with ub'quty aud allowed e
peer into the little room whero Cors
Arden was patiently sewing bu.tont
o. h,r little brothers coats arr
trousers, be would have seen som,
very genuine tears running down bel
round. fresh check. Moses Arden sa
opposite, knitting his brows behind q
newspaper.
It's all nonsense, said he. grufily
Foreign mis- ions, indeed; We need .
home mission a deal more. These
clergvmen are always begging; III
their business. Aud if yon really
wanted to- be generous, why, In The
name OF common sense, didn't yor
take part OF that black silk money ?
} Because, uncle said poor Cora
scarcely able TO see the eye OF The
button she vas sewing on, L had or
dered the dreae.'
where is II p
Corawa silent for a moment. aud
then she answered.:
Il gave It to Mary Ward, uncle
she is TO be married. and she had no,
a single elk dressl thought il was
mine to do IS / pleased with.
hope, uncle, you're not vexedT
Upon my-word Z said Moses
Arden, with the slow tide Of rising
wrath dyeing his face with crimson.
You are the most eccentric young
woman j ever saw In my life. Vex-
ed2 or what use would il be for me
to be yexedp or course the dress
was your own, 20 do with What you
blessed. And IL seems that YOU did
II. l hope you are satisfied. But a.
TO expecting me 70 keep you supplied
With money for all the Wedding out.
q 8 and foreign missions IN town and
everything else, Why can't do g.
And Mr.. Arden stelked out OF the
room.
Oh cried Cora. in the anguish Of
her spirit. Il wish could be indie
pendent
Wen, my dear said Patience Pot
ter, the tsiloress, who was assisting
IN the shaping and cutting out of email
cutie, and why aren't your
How Is il possible 2
'Pll tell you said Patience Potter,