New-York tribune., 1891-10-18
He started somewhat as his companion put

cal' She didn't tell me why, only that snc
couldn't STAN her. She added the statemeh,
that she looked as If she were made outer dough
You evidently don't think she looks thai way
What old woman was itP" with a toucn VI
asperity. all
"She didn't tell me her name. But can @i
YOU what she looks like something cons"uoeu
Of very old elephant-skin. And she wears a 'i''N
straw rat. tied down with purple cashmere
The minister laughed. -.
II suppose it must be wicKed 10 sPe"A
elephant-skin in that way.
Then il is wicked for you to laugh az sucn
speaking" l. tria,
Il know it. But that old woman Il ~Ai
to me- She is always sending up notes ABOUT
.or,eth;no n no prayed for. And she VIII speak
a, the nrave-meetings. You know, hacnei'
man even a Methodist minister. doesn't want 10
male q snecial petition every sunday In the
ta1I tor the welfare Of the cranberry crop
80 -. cranberries are good-with roast tur-
kew said Miss Faxon-
IT tno,v they are And old Lady Marin has
- where they grow. She has been greatly
asroid that the Lord would send frost before
- ,,ere picked. She doesn't care about other
- She saws if the folks who have corn and
sotatoes don't care enough to pray for them. what
pou she do about it? j am grateful that her ber
80 are Gathered and sold. She had over three
harrels of them. think picked fully one bar
rel myself
Miss Faxou turned with sudden movement
toward him.
"That was like you to help her, she said.
at was like me since I've known you." be an
swered. fervently.
Then the two were silent.
He leaned back Oh the cushion as If he had
~, e,
in many days.
At last he said with some solemnity.
Rachel don't think am sorry l chose to be
Methodist minister"
mo: I shall only think you are sorry Lady
Marin has no more common sense"
Mr.. Whitehead sat upright He took off his
hat and passed his hand across his forehead
She has the sharpest kind of sense except
religion
He turned wistfully toward the girl beside him
as he spoke.
Just go right on Joseph. picking cranberries
for poor old maids and it's no matter II you are
puzzled about their religion
The man put his big. bony hand for an instant
over the gauntlet that covered her hand on her
lap.
You are always such comfort" he muir
INJURED.
Before she could speak again man. who was
standing in front of house. came slouching for
ward. making beckoning motion. Miss Faxon
stopped the horse. The man came close to the
phaeton and laid hold of the rim of wheel He
looked with embarrassing intentness at the lady
sitting there.
1t began to seem from the silence and the per-
sstence of the gaze that he had hailed them for
the purpose of looking at the minister's girl ="
An indignant color began to rise slowly on Mr..
Whiteheads swarthy face.
Did you wish to speak to me, Brother Dick
son ?" he asked!
Brother Dickson pulled his eyes away from the
contemp plation of Miss Faxon. At the same time
he took his hands of the wheel and stood up with
out leaning on anything
@Tm in awful trouble, Mr.. Whitehead" he said,
"and she"-nodding his head backward toward the
house, she's in awfuller trouble n l am.
The minister bent far out of the carriage! He
was hoping that his duty did not indicate that he
must leave Miss Faxon and go into the house.
I'm sorry to hear it. What is the matter
| Can / do anything"
THE baby. He never was weller n he was two
| hours ago, n now he's havin' fit after fit. I've
sent for the doctor; want you to pray for him
to the meeting tonight, AS the Lord seems to he
sendin' down blessin's In Fraction Corners jest
now, 1 thought mebby l might git blessin' in
the shape of well baby. Pray for us, do"
Il will bear the matter in mind" returned the
minister DO drive on, Rachel" in pleading
aside.
| But Charley was not an animal who was accus-
toned to starting forward on the instant he was
| requested to do so, Before he had gathered his
! feet up from the ground some one else had ap-
peared at the door. This time it was woman.
Did you tell him, Luther, did you tell him
about the baby ?" she asked.
"Yes, l told him"
I The moment she had put her question her
eyes also became fastened upon Miss Faxon. Here
then was the girl the minister was engaged TO.
DO drive on, Rachel" again whispered the
man, in the phaeton.
/ Now the horse moved forward; he even broke
! into faint trot in obedience to something he
felt in the reins
alt must be my heart is really very wicked, !"
Mr. Whitehead said repentantly, when they were
out of slsht of Luther and his wife, but did
feel as if / could not leave you and stop and talk
with Brother Dickson about that baby"
And give his wife opportunity to look at
me-" responded Miss Faxon. But Joseph with
a laugh, you'd rather pray for sick baby than
for cranberries, I'm sure
Z Much rather. There's Mrs. Waldos"
two-storied house with a portico and hip
roof stood on a corner close TO the road. IL had
a little yard few feet wide carefully fenced in.
A black and white Newfoundland dog trotted
heavily out to the carriage and stood looking up
at its occupants, slowly and interrogatively wag-
ging his tail as he did so.
man in his shirt sleeves came round from a
barn in the rear He was thin man with
long chin that looked more weak and undecided
than no chin at all. He had good-natured, watery
ewes which blinked almost necessarily.
This was Mr. Waldo, who was never mentioned
in any way by anybody save inadvertently, as IL
were. He was Mrs. Waldo's husband lie had
aAA...iad dig nnsitinn as husband for thlrtY-One