Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1892-08-26

she'd have my name sent up as a special
subject of prayer Wednesday night.
Aud said, if there was any praying to
be done, could do it myself; and then
turned around in huff, and my skirt
knocked the Dresden vase off the little
stand and broke it; and, oh, Charley, do
YOU blame me for being very, very
wretchedp
mot in the least" answered the Rev.
ereud Mr.. Pynsent, with energy.
"And I've criei until my eyes are as
red as pickled beets," added this
modern Psnserosa. "And I've got to
90 back and beg mammals pardon, and
make it up with Bell, an1-aud know
can't eat mouthtul of dinner with
those deai white doves under the pie
crust, and that horrid prig of minister
sitting opposite"
perhaps you'll like him, after ALL"
soothed Mr.. Pynseut. feeling very much
like an eavesdropper in momentary ex-
pectation Of being detected.
"sLike nimr" with little derisive
laugh. "Oh, you know perfectly well,
Charley, that 1 never could get along
With clergymen. l can't remember the
dates in Deuteronomy, and l never could
be quite certain about the PharaOhs, and
I'm always sure to laugh out IN Sunday
school. Bell says she's going to set her
can at the new minister-Pincers his
name is, or Pinto, or some such outland'
ish sounding thing. Well, let her, ii
she likes. l couldn't marry him-no,
not for ten thousand dollars To think
of my dear, little white dovesl"
Eyes" faltered Mr.. Pynsent, waxing
more and more uncomfortable all the
time, ''but don't you think it's just pos
sible that this-this gentleman may not
have known about the white doves"
"Charley, why are you so hoaIse"
cried out the fair unknown, in an uncon-
scious paraphrase of Little Red Riding
hood. "Have you been and caught an
other coldl"
"N-no; not that l am aware Of"
said Mr.. Pynsent, ponderiug how he
should coatrive to explain to her at this
late stage of affairs that ne was the
wrong Charley.
"Then it's the echo from the rocks"
said the damsel "It makes your voice
sound as gruff as bear. Is that the
twelve o'clock whistle2 Oh, then, |
must hurry home and help Bell with the
peaches and cream for dessert. And l
can't come down to talk with you, after
all. But there's a tea rosebud, Charley,
dear. If Id left it on the bushes Bell
would only have gathered 1t to pamper
the new minister with. Asters and
johnny jumpers are good enough for
him."
And the next minute a half'blown
Marechal- Mel bud, golden-centered and
odorous with subtle perfume, dritted
down upon the leaves of the "Shakes-
peare,' and the sunshiny little head,
with its Auttering blue Golf, was gone.
The Reverend Mr.. PYnsent rose up
and looked around with a bewildered
air.
"Upon my word" said he. "one
might almost believe ones self to be in
an enchanted glen. Was that golden
head really dreaml And am l actually
such an ogrel Is the widow Wilton
positively about to serve up to me dish
made of the little peuiteut's white
doves1 By the sacred stork OF Egypt,
I'll not taste a moutlful of it, And
who is Charley auyaowl And how
about this imperial Bell, who is going
to marry me, noleus vOlensl 1t strikes
me that am about to venture into un-
known dangers. However," resolutely
closing the Shakespeare" aud slipping
it into his vest pocket, 81 have COM
menced the campaign and | am going to
carry it through, even though it should
prove to be a Waterloo