Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1903-11-07


do l breathe a.. exist still7
century plant which only blossoms
once-and its blossoming Is in the sun
shine OF your love alone"
She was silent-loveler than ever,
| Clarence thought, in the momentary
indecision. the shy hesitation Of her
trees. a gold-tinted leaf drifting down
here and there around her, and her
! tremulous hands clasped to hide their
fiutter as far as might be.
Violet, darling! tell me that you
love me-"
Il love you, Clarencew
There is a Garden of Eden created
anew for every happy pair of lovers
and Clarence and Violet stood in
Paradise now
But, Clarence" resumed Violet,
when the first all-absorbed words and
glances of their new happiness had
been exchanged, II don't comprehend
this at all. How did you come here?
and how did you know where to find
mew
Il did not know where to hnd you,
Violet. Chance has been my friend
here, and as for my opportune appear
ance on the scene, it Is very easily ae-
counted for. l have been called to
take charge Of the parish Of Millham-
bury"
Clarence. you are not the new min
lster?"
But / am the new minister"
His name is John Smith"
Il beg your pardon, mia amima-
1t Is John Clarence Smith,"
And Violet's surprise was sufficient
ly amusing to the reverend gentleman
at her side.
Old Mrs. Bezabel Marsh and her
two elderly, hard-favored daughters.
had got the parsonage all ready, even
to lighting the evening lamps on the
study-table, and poking the clear an
thracite fire that burned in the dining
room CRATE.
Miss Mehetable had turned the
tumbler Of crimson currant jelly into
its cut-glass dish, and disposed the
green sprigs of parsley to the most
striking effect round the thinly-cut
slices Of boiled tongue, while Miss
Sarah made a Leaning Tower of Pisa
Of the buttermilk biscuits, and whisk-
ed the flies away from the sugar-basin.
in readiness for the expected guest.
and like the hero of song, "stiu he
came not!'
THE kittle's boilin', and the teas
all stepped" said Mrs. Marsh, as she
sat in the big Frocking chair in front
of the fire. It'll be spilled If he don't
come pretty soon.s
Hell be here presently now" said
Miss Mehetable, loosening her curls
from their combining papers. "Oh, ma!
wonder If he'll be pleased with what
we've done"
He can't help it." said Mrs. Marsh,
mentally congratulating herself on her
double chances OF being the minister's
mother-in-law. But the words were
yet on her lips and the triumphant re-
Elections yet in her mind. when a
knock came softly to the door, and
Miriam Blake entered, rosy with her
long walk through the frosty autumn
twilight.
Have you heard the news" asked
Miriam. II thought Ia come over and
tell you. The new minister has come"
"Sakes alive"' calculated Mrs.
Marsh.
II don't b'lieve it." said Mehetable.
ooh, but he has for I've seen him.
And you needn't stay here any longer,
for he has concluded to remain at our
house tonight"
Mrs. Marsh and her daughters both
stared
What an airth does it all mean?"
| demanded the elder lady.
III tell you very, very great Sc
cret," cried the delighted Miriam
| Hes an old beau OF Aunt Violet's,
and the engagement has been renewed,
and my dear little blue-eyed aunt is
to be the minister's wife the very next
month that ever dawn upon us!''
Land O. Goshenw cried Mrs Marsh.
"Well l neverr' said Miss Sarah.
81 shouldn't think" venomously COM
mented Miss Mehetable, that he'd
want to marry an old maid"
There are more old maids than one
in the world observed Miriam, phil
osophlcally. so if you'll kindly lock
up the room, I'll take the key back
to my new clethat-is-to-be. | had
thought of setting my cap at the new
minister myself. but | cheerfully yield
| thn nnlln To Annt Ninlnt