Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1892-09-10

Charley, don't be such fool or shall
throw my paEasol dovnasyou OF course.
nssthe new minister Who else should j,
bel Coming TO dinner Jus, when nobody
wants him. And 'aere IS Bell. putting
her hair IN curl i-papers, aud laying out all
the religious books on the ceater table.
and hiding away tue novels under
the sofa, and mamma fresh ,ri.nmio,
her cap and making lobster salad, and,
oh, Charley, killing my white doves
to make a pigeon pie! Oh" with
q sob) al do hope the very frs,
mouthful 0! It will choke the new
| minister! And cried-I couldn't help
it, Charley dear-now could youa And,
4 slapped Bell, and told mamma ,he(
minister was a greedy pig 10 want TO
eat my white darlings up; and mamma
said was profan- and impious, and
she'd have my name sent up as a special
subject of prayer Wednesday night
| Au" sa'd, IL tnere WAS any praying To-
| be done, l could do It myself; and then
turned around IN hpf, and any skirt
Knocked the Dresden vase of the little
stand and broke it. and, Oh, Charley, do
/ you blame me Tor being very, very
wretched!' 4
NO, in the least, 4 +resea the Rev
areud Mr.. Pynsent, with energy.
"And I've cried until my eyes are as
red as p,ckled beets,11s added this
mouern Penserosa. ''And I've got to
90 back and beg mamma's pardon, and
MAKE II mp win Ben, an1-an / I know
l c.n't eat mouthful Of dinner with
those deal white doves under the pie
crust, ond that horrid prig of minister
sitting opposite.
Perhaps you'll like him, after all, =
soothed Mr. Pynsent, feeling very muca
like an eayesdropper in momentary ex
pectation Of being detected
l1ihS HIN Will Il illllt' We
laugh. "Oh, you know perfectly well,
Charley, that | never could get alon :
With clergymen l can't remember the
dates in Deuteronomy, aud never could
be quite certain about the Pnaraohs, and
I'm always sure to laugh out IL Sunday
school. Bell says she's going to set her
cap at the new minister-Pincers his
name is, or Pinto, or some such outland
ish sounding thing. Well, let her. if
she likes. couldh.s marty him-ho,
not for ten thousand dollars. To think
of my dear, little white 'doves.'
Yes faltered Mr.. Pynsent, waxing
more and more uncomfortable all the
time, ''but don't you think it's just pos
sible that ths-this gentleman may not
have known about the white dovesT
.'Charley, why are you SO hoarse2'
cried out the fair unknown, 10 an uncor-
scious paraphrase Of Little Red Riding
hood. "Have you been and caugh. an
other cold?"
IN no; not that am aware Of, "
said Mr.. Pynsent, pondering how be
should contrive to explain to her at this
late stage OF affairs that he was the
wrong Charley.
- ~ e. ~ ~
said the damse Il, makes your voice
sound as gruff as bear. Is that tn
must hurry home aud help Bell with ,h'
peaches and cream for dessert. And |
can't come down to talt with you, after
all. But there's tea rosebud, Charley,
dear. If I'd lett i. on the busaes Bel
would only have gathered !, II pi nper
tsa new minister vita. Asters aad
johnny jumpers are COOL enough. Fl
him."
And the next minute a hslf-blosr
Mareehal- Mel bud, golden -cen:erel A.
odorous with subtle perfume, dr.ite
down upon the leaves of the shake
peare, and the sun.hiny t1.,le head
with its flu,,ering blue Golf, was gone.
The Reverend Mr. Pynsent rose Il.
aod looked around with a oewlleler..
air
Upon my word, lsa,a he. ..oa.
might almost believe ones sell 10 De II.
al enchanted glen. Was tha. goldea
head really dreanl And am | ac,url !,
such an ogref Is the widow Wll,ot
positively about TO serve up to m dis
made OF the little peni,en,s whit.
! dovcsl Bv the sacred s,ork 0: Esvp..
Ill no: taste a mouta.u! OF il. An
who is Charley, anyhoTl Aai a,
about this imperial Bell, who is go!n-
10 marry ne nolers yoIeas' |, strike