The Penn's Grove record., 1894-08-31

blue and black, and he remembered
her blue felt hat with its ostrich
feathers; but what had made a still
deeper impression upon his boyish
mind was her pretty pink-and-white
face, her. great hazel eyes, and her
sunny curls, which, after being caught
at the nape of her neck with a dark
blue ribbon, went ripping down over
her rough brown coat nearly to her
waist. He had stood at the little desk
in the corner, making out bills-for
it was a Saturday, end, there being no
school, he was engaged at his usual
holiday occupation.
He was sixteen then, and he fancied
that she was q year or two younger +;
for he had overheard her mother say
that it was her first riding-habit, and
that they did not care for an expensive
one, because she would outgrow it. He
recalled that she had blushed at this,
as though it were o crime to be young
and growing, and that a feeling of re.
sentiment had come into his heart
against her mother for subjecting her
to such an embarrassment.
Seven years had wrought a great
many changes, but the shop was in the
same old place there on Sixth avenue,
under the shapow of the Jefferson
Market Police Courts brick walls, and
with the elevated railrond trains rum.
bling past the windows of the upper
room where he studied and where he
slept. Karl Engfer, the t%ailor's son,
however, was no longer q a school-boy,
looking after his fathers books and
making out his fathers bills on holi,
days. He was now q student at the
general theological seminary-a Pro.
testant Episcopal clergyman in embryo
and he wore sombre black garments
OF q somewhat clerical cut to indicate
his chosen profession.
Why he had gone into the church he
hardly dared to confess, even to him
sell, because he was really a conscien.
tious young fellow at heart, and he
believed that there was such a thing as
a divine call to the priesthood. In
his case he doubted if the call wss
divine. The orthodox teachings of o
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
slough of despond.
Young Engfer now and then inflicted
upon himself q sort of moral fagella-
ton. At such times he opened his
own heart to his own honest gaze,
and he invariably found there a
deeper underlying motive for his
course, of which he wa half ashamed.
It was nothing moro 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
ago.
Il would not have been an unworthy
ambition, he told himself, under other
circumstances. If it were only q sec
ondary consideration If he had given
himself to the church first, and this
desire had come afterward, he could
have pacified his Gliding conscience
with the assurance that q wife such as
Madeline Sturgis would make him
tuN,Il he - 1nn1oH,IoI1n o,osl..za Al
him in his parochial work; but now he
felt that he was using his holy calling
as a mean to accomplish an end that
was distinctly selfish, and as such
hypocritically base.
These moods, as might be sup7
posed, were morbidly depressing. Ali
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 tho passing throngs on the
avenue.
Workingmen and workingwomen
were hurrying home from their days.
toll; the surface cars were crowded,
and at short intervals long, heavy
trains Numbered by on the elevated
road overhead. The hurry-scurry OF
the s.ene diverted him for the MOI
ment. and he would probably have
been lifted completely out OF his dol
drums, had not that one name. spoken
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lallen upon his ear.
The old man was evidently in
trouble. Ho had spoken, somewhat
yraciously, to his cutter, who was
busy ohalking out a pair of trousers,
Ehieh were for Herr F~eisehman, the
walking gentleman at Amberg's Thea
Ire, and which must be finished in time
tor the premier OF the new comedy on
the following evening. Ills question
as to who would carry home a GER
tain riding habit for "Mees Sturgis."
The errGnd-boy YVES out. Karl Knew
that it was the busiest season of the
year with his father, and that Gottlieb,
the cutter, could not be spared for
outdoor serviea. But the garment
promised and must be sent. +
Karl turned aWuy from the door.
Let lac take it, father" he said.
tits only a step down to Washington
place, and I don't mind"
FhS old German protested, brt Karl
innistsd, and eventually the father re-
'aetAntiy consented to allow his son,
Of whom he was more than proud, and
for whom he had ambitions that tow,
ared to a ~bishopric, to deliver the par
Del.
In any American city other thar,
New York the spectacle OF a Young
man SO well dressed CARVING a isrke