The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-02-03
The PhilanthrOpists


grettable misunderstanding, added
The whole thing, I mean, of course"
My sister sighed again and poked the
fire.
Girls will be girls she said.
agreed with her.
went to church yesterday evening
with Dora, and Mr.. Fraser preached,
and made us feel awfully wicked. He
SAID we We're disgrace to civilization"
What! You and Miss Fenton?'
On all those people who don't do
any any work, but just idle their time away.
we were very solemn as we walked home.
But, Johnny, what do girls do?"
Great heavens! Strange things"
I m talking seriously"
Ihey DON'T often do that
mean good girls
1 never knew any," said I, sorrowful-
ly shaking my head.
dldnt think you could help is re-
plleo Emily, scornfully. Were going to
call upon Mr.. Fraser this afternoon"
became little alarmed
People-horrid people-may talk said
IT don't care. Besides, Dora and I
have put our heads together and made
up a tale
Two heads should certainly be equal
to tale" I remarked.
we don't want it to be too sudden,
SO were going to say that we-did a
little good in London"
When? cried in amazement.
used to visit old Mrs Wellhin in
w NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., replied Emily.
ana were only going to give a general
impression, you know; we shan't state
any facts"
nave always considered Lady Emily
10 pc a great loss to the political world
It's Tor good purpose she continu-
st disapproye of the whole business"
said.
You don't want me to be good?"
shook my head mournfully. 1.-THE
thing is impossible 1 said
IN going to try, however" replied
Emily. Dora and L have made up our
MINDS to visit all the poor people in the
village. Dora says she will wear a last
years Jacket-but / don't think that's
quite necessary. shall dress very quiet
~ IN black and carry a basket"
Youu catch a fever, I expect
Rubbish said Emily.
L leaned forward and looked steadily at
my sister.
Mind you don't catch the curate," I
said
Emily made no reply. Surely the fire
light was playing tricks. She could not
have smiled
You chase mans heart like a boy
does a butterfly, only to run pin
through it when it is in your net" l
remarked
Still no sound came from the other
side of the fireplace
sometimes, too, you prick your own
fingers, 1 added, and then paused to let
my little sermon sink in. For few
seconds the silence was unbroken ex-
cept by the pattering of the rain on the
window. Then Emily said in a triumphant
tone:
81 shall take them eggs. They're SO
nourishing''
Then she looked up innocently into my
face and asked
what were You saying. about butter
flies, Johnny?"
Angry at my want of success, I rose
to leave the room. But she jumped up
and kissed me.
''of course, its all rightsbJ ohnny,'' she
said. I'm going to be a good girl now.''
With which assurance l was forced to
be content. z,~ &.
Nearly every morning after that fatal
sermon rEmilynand5 Miss, Fenton, in black
dresses, with baskets attached. minister
ed to the deserving poor in the village
These accepted the situation, and the
eggs, with that cold Indifference and want
of gratitude SO typical of the deserving
poor. Still, the philanthropists persever-
ed, and, of course, were much in the So
ciety of the Rev. Wilfred Fraser. That
the crash would come 1 had no doubt So
1 waited and watched.
About three weeks after the philan-
thropists had begun their noble work, the
curate was called away to a neighbour
ing parish He left on the Monday morn
ing, and would not return for a fortnight
On the following Saturday morning
L g.,
duct the Sunday school in his absence
and that she was preparing a lesson
which would transform the village chill
dren into angels with the utmost dis
patch. (She rejected my offers of assist
ance with scorn.)
In the afternoon Emily, Miss Fenton
and were sitting round the fire discuss
ing the best way OF tea ching. the young
idea to shoot, and to shoot straight.
when, to our surprise. the Rev. Wilfred
was announced.
This surprise was not diminished by
his behavior when he appeared. Totally
ignoring Miss Fenton and myself, he
walked straight to Emily and he'd her
hand much longer than was necessary.
Then he said to her, in g low, fervent
tone:
THANK you, thank you. From my
heart I thank you"
After which extraordinary speech he
shook hands with US and seated hims IF
as close to Emily as possible.
There was silence for moment. En-
lily looked at the fire; the Rev. Wilfred
looked at Emily; Miss Fenton and
looked at each other.
"Oh, Mr.. Fraser, I'm. so glad you've
come back burst in Miss Fenton, Just
when the silence grew oppressive. I've
wanted your advice sadly about the
mothers working meeting next Monday.
They all want to make antiIna CAESARS"
But antimacassars failed to rouse en-
thusiasm in the breast of the curate.
He drawled out:
rs that SO? But ] am very glad to
know that 1 was wanted"
you have such influence with the
mothers said Emily, turning toward
him. He mad never taken his--eyes off
her face, and something in them made
her turn to the fire again. 1 began to
realize that it would be necessary fer
Emily to nip the little man in the bud.
Gle always reminded me Of a bud; he
was so small, and his cheeks were so
pink
Then the Rev. VFHfred hurled thun-
derbolt among us.
Only with mothers, Emily?" he asker,
III G. Whisper, which, however, I heard
distinctly. Emily started, and gave him
a look calculated to wither an ordinary
FOOD IN MEXICO.