The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1892-08-05

And | cried! couldn't help 1t,
Charley dear.-now could you 7
Aud | slapped Bell, and | told
mamma The minister was a greedy
pig to want 10 eat my white darl-
ings up !; and mamma said ! was
proiane and impious, and she'd
have my name sent up asa special
subject OF prayer a Wednesday
hight. And said, If there was
any praying to be done, | could do
it myself; and then l turned
around IN huff, and my skirt
knocked the Dresden vase off the
little stand and broke il and. oh,
Charley, doyou blame me for be-
ing very, very wretched =
mot in The least" answered the
Rev. MI. Pynsen,, with energy.
Sand I've cried until NY eyes
are AS red as plcked b'ets," add
ed the modern Pen ierosa. Sand
I've got TO 20 back and beg NAM
mas pardon, and make it up with
Bell, and--and know | can't cal
Il mouthlul of dinner with those
dear white doves under the pie
crust, and that horrid prlg ot new
minister sitting opposite"
Perhaps you'll like him, after
ALL scothed Mr.. Pynsent, feeling
very much like an eavesdropper
in momentary expectation of beng
detected.
Like him!' with a little derls.
i've laugh. "Oh, yon know perfect
ly well, Charley, that | never
could get along with clergymen. |
can't remember the dates in Deut-
eronomy, and | never could be
quite certain about The Pharoahs,
and Pm always sure 10 laugh out
in Sunday School. Bell says she's
gong to sci her cap at The new
minisler-Pincers his name is, or
Pinto, or some snch Oullandish-
sounding thing. Well, let her, il
she likes. | couldn't marry him
no, not for ten thousand dollars
To think OF my dear little white
doves! p
yes" taltered Mr.. Pynsent
waxing more and more uncomIort
able. all the time, "bnt dOn'l you
think It's just possible that this
this gentleman may not have
known about The white dovesE
Charley, why are you Sc
hoarse T. cried out the fair un
known, in an uncommon para
phrasic OF Little Red Riding Hood
Have you been and caught an
other coldH
IN no; not that am aware of,
said Mr.. Pynsent, pondtring hov
he should conirive; 40 explain Il
her at this Stage of affairs that III
was The wroag Charley.
Then it's The echo from tn
rocks" said the damsel. sit make
youi voice sound as grulf as
bear. Is that he II O'Clock whi'
tie? Oh, then, | must hurry hom
aud help Bell with the peache
and cream for dessert. And
can't come down to talk with 80
after all. But there's tea rose
bud, Charley, dear. If I'd left
on The bushes Bell would onl
, have gathered it 10 pamper tn
/ new minister with. ASters an
: johnny jumpers are good enoug
ior him."
And The next minute a hal
| blown Marechial Mel bud, golden
, centered and ordorous with subtl
perfume. diif,ed down upon th
, leaves of The "Shakespeare," an
the sunshiny little head, with il
: .flulierilig blue colt, was gone.
The Rev. Mr.. Pynsent rose II
and looked around with a bewilt
cred air.
e upon my word" said he, ''Oi
/, might almost believe ones self
e he in an enchanted glen. W.
that golden head really a. dream
$ And am Iactualy such an ogre
k Is The Widow Wilton poslIivel
h about TO serve up to me dis
h made of the little penitent's whi'
}. dovess BY The sacred stork
0 Egypt, III not taste moulhful
il! And who is Chaley, anyhow
y And how about this imperial Be-
h who is going 10 marry me, n0lei
o volens II strikes me that | a
e about 10 venture into unknow
q dangers. However," resnlutel
r. closing the Shakespeare" an
n slipping it into his vest pocke
II have commenced the :ampaie
r. and I'm going to carry il throug
8. even though It should prove to
d a Waterloo I"
e "Dinner is ready, Mr.. Pynsent,
you please" said Miss Bell Willie
ID a tall, Juno.like damsel OF son
+. three or four.and-twenty summer
IN And The Rev. Charles Oourtn'
Pynsent, who had beesa sitting
e. rather uncomfortable stale, in 81
Q. "best parlor" with the Wldo
y Wilton, followed his hostesses j
" 10 The little dining.room. TheI
SO IN \ white dress, with blue So
70 knotted loosely around her sll
or waist, stood a lovely young la
I'd of sixteen, with golden tress
in gathered into mel, with a tuit
he geranlum leaves IN her boso
IA. Mr.. ,Pynsent felt himself color
is teshis ismples-it was the We
Oh face that had smiled down ir'
b. the top Of the precipice, encircl
N a l. A l.