The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1894-09-18

lS@SE4t lS34t to be measured
- :. :, for riding
habit. he remembered the frock o
large plaid that she wore, all green am
blue and black, and he remembered
her blue felt hat with its ostric!
feathers; but what had made stl
deeper impression upon his boyisl
mind was her pretty pink-and-whit'
face, her great hazel eyes, and he
sunny curls, which, after being caugh
at the nape of her neck with q darl
blue ribbon, went ripping down owe
her rough brown coat nearly to hel
waist. = He had stood at the little desl
in the corner, making out bills-fo,
it was Saturday, and, there being NJ
school, he was engaged at his usua
holiday occupation. \
81 He was sixteen then, and he fanciec
that she was year or two younger
for he had overheard her mother say
that it was her first riding-habit, ant
that they did not care for an expensive
one, because she would outgrow it. HI
recalled that she had blushed at this
as though it were crime to be young
and growing, and that feeling of re-
sentiment had come into his hear
against her mother for subiecting hel
to such an embarrassment.
Seven years had wrought grea'
many changes, but the shop was in th'
same old place there on Sixth avenue
under the shapow of the Jefferson
Market Police Courts brick walls, anc
with the elevated railroad trains rum
bling past the windows of the upper
room where he studied and where ht
slept. Karl Engfer, the tailor's son.
however, was no longer school-boy,
looking after his fathers books anc
making out his fathers bills on hoi
days. He was now 8 student at the
general theological seminary-a Pro
testant Episcopal clergyman in embryo
and he wore sombre black garment!
Of somewhat clerical cut to indicate
bis chosen profession.
Why he had gone into the church he
hardly dared to confess, even to him
self, because he was really conscien'
tious young fellow at heart, and he
believed that there was such thing g:
q divine call to the priesthood. In
his case he doubted if the call was
divine. The orthodox teachings OF q
maiden lady who presided over the
class in the mission Sunday-school that
he attended on Carmine street had not
been without effect. He had accepted
the Scripture as truth, he had been
baptized and he had been confirmed,
but the impulse to go forth and preach
the Gospel had come rather from a
wish to elevate himself above the level
of the surroundings in which he had
been born and raised, than from any
burning desire to lift his fellow-man
dough of despond.
+ Young Engfer now and then inflicted
upon himself sort Of moral fagella-
ton At such times he opened bis
own heart to his own honest gaze,
and he invariably found there a
deeper underlying motive for his
course, of which he was half ashamed.
It was nothing more nor less than an
ambition to gain position from which
he might aspire to the love of the little
maid in the plaid frock who had
ordered her first riding-habit from his
father on that Saturday seven years
sgo.
T. would not have been an unworthy
ambition, he told himself, under other
circumstances. If it were only 8 Sec
ondary consideration! If he had given
himself to the church first, and this
desire had come afterward, he could
have pacifed his chiding conscience
with the assurance that wife such as
Madeline Sturgis would make him
would be of incalculable assistance to
him in his parochial work; but low he
felt that he was using his holy calling
as means to accomplish an end that
was distinctly selfish, and as suck
aypocritically base. !
These moods, as might be sup
posed, were morbidly depressing. All
the afternoon he had been fighting
over again in his heart the same old
battle between the right and the
wrong of it; and now, tired out by
the struggle, he had come down from
his little upper room into the tailor
shop on the ground floor, and was
standing looking out through the glass
door at the passing throngs on the
syenue.
Workingmen snd workingwomen
were burrying home from their days
toll; the surface cars we're crowded:
and at short intervals long, heavy
trains Numbered by on the elevated
road overhead. The hurry-scurry Of
the scene diverted him for the mo-
ment. and he would probably have
been lifted completely out OF his dol
drums. had not that one name. SPOKEN
oy his 1aInvr No4ce, ~ t-,.s Auss~nS
:aIlen upon his ear. -.
The old man was evidently IN
trouble. = He had spoken, somewhat
yraciouslv, to his cutter, who was
busy chalking out pair Of trousers,
which were for Herr Fleischman, the
walking gentleman at Amberg's Thea
re, and which must be finished in time
;or the premier of the new comedy on
she following evening. His question
Sse as to who would csrry home q GER
ss,n riding habit sor ''Mees S$urgis." ."
The e-rsed-5 boy wss out. Karl knew
that it was the busiest season Of the
nG With his tatler.gnd thst Gottlieb,