The Monte Vista journal., 1897-08-21

'oh. but want to be kept busy
pleaded Barbara.
IL am afraid you are too young"
said Mr.. Hixon In desperation.
"Too younE!" cried Barbara. what
difference does that make!"
People might say gossiping, ill-na-
tured things" reasoned Mr.. Hixon,
looking very hard At the tops Of the
ears Of the cat. which had by this
time jumped into Miss Lennox's lap.
And much as should appreciate your
kind offer"
If you won't take me-" said Bar
bara. springing to her feet with a red
spot glowing on either cheek. I'll go
to Mr.. symington, the Baptist minis
ter"
II don't think he needs one," said
Mr.. Hixon, also rising and looking per-
turbed.
Needs what?"
"A maid-servant." explained Mr..
Hixon in the blunt way in. which your
Latin scholar sometimes blurts out his
facts.
But" cried Barbara, with very
wide-open eyes. who is talking about
4 maid-servant?"
You" said Mr.. Hixon. AREN'T
you?"
Indeed I'm not" said Barbara
Didn't you allude to my advertise
ment for n servant-maid. which ap-
peared in this mornings Snagtown
Weekly Trumpet?" asked Mr.. Hixon,
feeling as II the world were all turn
ing upside down, and he were losing
his hold on creation In general.
No" said Barbara Lennox. IT al
luded to an editorial in the same pa
per which called the attention OF the
public to the lack of workers In the
field OF domestic missions"
Mr.. Hixon heaved deep sigh. Dear,
dear" said he, how very ridiculous.
l must have made myself"
What must you have thought of
me?" cross-questioned Barbara. sud
denly perceiving the weak side OF her
own position. And. without waiting
for his response, she dropped the as
tonished cat and few out OF the study,
crossing the old orchard, where the
cherries were winking their scarlet
eyes through the leaves, and at length
losing herself in the woods beyond.
Il have offended her." said Mr.. Hix-
on to himself. "How clumsy l must
have been! l must go after her, ut
once!"
He did so. overtaking her Just wher.
rustic bridge spanned the quiet brook
below the woods.
Barbara" he pleaded in piteous
tones, Miss LennoX-I didn't mean ia
say anything which could offend your
"Oh" cried Barbara. Il am not Of
Tended. l am only vexed and angry
with myself"'
"Barbaraw
Yes. Mr.. Hixonw
you are determined not to try tn.
situat!on?"
Her eyelashes fell. II am no,
worthy even OF that, Mr.. Hlxon."
Barbara"
We'll. Mr.. Hixon?"
III you won't be my mission Sunday
school teacher. will you be my wife?'
Mr.. Hixonr'
we can at least work together, Bar
bara. In our Masters vineyard" said
the young clergyman solemnly. "Ant
ever since have been here I hav,
felt that ! lacked something to ge
force and energy to my daily ministra
tions. know now what II is-a wife
Dear little Barbara. will you MARI,
me?"
Tiff you think am good enough, ;
said Barbara. drooping her head SC
that he could scarcely see the shell.
pink glow OF her checks.
So they took the advertisement on,
OF the Snagtown Weekly Trumpet
and were married quIetly-and
Mrs. Septimus Hixon brought with hci
TO the parsonage n faithful old domes.
tic. VINO asked for no better lot In
life than to work for Miss Barbara
and her husband"
| And Barbara has at length achieved
the great longing OF her llfe--a mis-.
sion! She Is a pattern clergyman
wifc. an earnest worker. n faithful mis-.
sionary in the home ield. And Mr.
Hixon has cut the little advertisement,
out Of the village paper, and preserves
II among his dearest memcntos.
II didn't advertise for wife, said
he. but ! got one, Eth. Barbara?"-
New York Ledger.