News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-02-23

the white kalsomined wall, which bore
a few death bed engravings and some
parOchial handiwork. A marble
topped table stood in the center ol
the room. On it was n dull kerosene
lamp, bead mat and q plush auto
graph album. A pretty little girl,
stylish in a country way and much
beribboned, futtered forward from
the "tete-a-tete."
"Oh, Luella, I've been dying to see
you," she exclaimed, drawing the
other down beside her. "Have you
heard the news?"
"No. What news?"
"Guess !"
''They amt going to raise pas
salary?"
Dear, mol What queer things you
think of. Uriah Pettingill's come
home" Luella's face grew very red
''Not to stay?" she faltered. "He
amt through, is he?"
Hes going to be ordained next
month, if that's what you mean.
How you're blushing. I'll bet you're
setting your cap for him."
"No, amt protested LuPlla.
Eyes, you are. | think it's real
mean if you do. You've got the best
of all the rest of us girls, being in the
minister's family so. Between you
and |, though, there amt anybody
I'm much afraid of, except it's you"
"You neenter be afraid of me-" Lu-
ella blurted out; l don't like Uriah
overly WE'LL
90, pshaw! / guess / can see. You
get red as fire every time his name is
mentioned. And he's awfully hand
some. He likes you, too. He says
you've got noble brow. think he
talks splendid, don't you? Oh, are
you going to the Sunday school pic
nic?"
1t seemed to Luella that she could
never shut the girl and her idle clat-
ter outside the front door so thatshe
might look at nearing trouble in
the face. 1t had been limited more
than once of late that her father was
growing too old for the church. 1t
had also been rumored that DR.. Pet
tingill's son would be likely to sue
ceed him.
& don't see what we're going to
do" cried the girl, turning her damp
pillow over. ''If they'd only let me
90 in somebody's family to work.
It's all I'm good for. But they say ::
1.-The very idea, with all your advan-
tages" And pa can't take care OF US
any longer. -
Mrs. Pettingill ran over cross lots
the next morning to borrow an emp
tin cake.
My Ury's brought a friend home
with him. she said, balancing herself
on the threshold. "It's that Sam
Baxter that pulled him out when he
fell through the ice He's always
been fond of him-but such manners.
He wears his hat in the house and he
eats with his knife and he says yes,
I'm, every other breath. | don t
know what folks will think of him,
I'm sure"
"Oh, Luella will look after him, -
said Mrs. Smith. smilingly. She was
always good -natured when Uriah was
in town, her daughter reflected. II
guess she's got a fellow-feeling for
awkward people"
Mrs. Pettingill glanced toward the
tall, slim girl, who looked as though
she were still growing and had not a
very intimate acquaintance with her
own hands and feet.
81 don't know as Try ID like that,
though" she remarked slyly; and
then both mothers laughed.
Luella felt dreadful, entangling
net closing in about her. If Uriah
did get the call to the church here
He came to meet her as she entered
the grove that afternoon. He assum-
ed the air of a proprietor, walking
about with her amoung the groups
of people who stared and whispered.
Luella had never felt so oppressed by
his fine phrases and over-punctilious
ways, though neither had ever APP
pealed to her blunt straightforward
ness as to most of the girls who call
ed them sweet" Finally they ran
against an ungainly fellowin a ready
made suit of clothes, very different
from Uriah's dapper figure, who
stood, his hands in his pockets, not
far from the knot of girls among
whom Ollie Beckworth was frowniDg
and tossing her head. Uriah stopped
and presented Mr. Baxter to the
Young ladies one by one.
The stranger stretched out a large
red hand to Luella, whose name was
first. She reached her own out con-
fidently, to meet it. There was a
smothered but audible litter that all
heard. Ole and the Others bowed
low and smiled sweetly. They ignor-
ed the appealing hand and its owner
flushed to the forehead. Luella had
felt what her mother had called the
fellow-feellng rising in her heart. She
took advantage of a little stir to
whisper:
II never can remember about being
introduced. 1t was good OF you to
help me out, forgot my manners. i"
Sam Baxter gave her greatful
smile. 81 guess you've got as good
manners as ther' is goin'," he said.
"Mr. Pettingill promised to read us
a story" cried one girl, as the group
seated themselves on grassy knoll.
Wont that be lovely? Let it be
Romeo and Juliet, won't your"
Macbeth;s nice, too" another
hastened to flaunt her own knowledge
before the collegian's eyes. WASN'T t
Lady Macbeth horrid ?"
Uriah smiled in a superior fashion.
"I've been reading Sir Walter Scott
all winter" Ollie Beckworth observed.
81 like the character of Ivanh"e so
much. Do you approve of novels,
Mr.. Pettingill?"
Sam Baxter emitted sort of grunt.
81 guess I'll quit" he muttered for
LueIla's benefit. "This is getting too
much for me. "
She sprang to her feet, he helping
her up, not gallantly but with a tug
upon her elbow of great good will.
Lets go see about supper she
said. They will be glad of your help" "
Sam nodded. AS they moved away
side by side, he burst out suddenly:
"See here. Do you like to read ?"
"No, confessed Luella.
81 don't either. Who's Macbeth ~
"Oh, I've heard about him. I've
had good advantages, mournfully;
but some way, my mother says
they amt any making of a lady OF
me. don't see why it is" Her eyes
filed with tears.
Don't cry" said Sam. 81 think
you're a lady"
| NT didn't UO to saw anvthinU a abOut