Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 May 1885 — Page 3

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THE DEVIL.

Men dont l*etieve in a Derll now, as their father* useu to do They've forced the door of the broadest creed to let Hi* Majesty through. There lent a print of bis cloven foot, or a fiery dart from his bow, To be found in earth or air to-day, for the wor 1 ban voted no.

Bat who in mixing the fatal draught that palsies the heart and brain. Anil loads the bier of each pa-aing year with ten hundred tbetwand slain? Who blights the bloom of the land to-day with the fiery breach of hell, If the Devil isn't and never was? Won't someboby rise and tell

ho dogs the steps of the toiling siint and dig* the pits for his feet Who sours the tares in the field of time whereve God sows bin wheat? The Devil is voted not to be. and of course the thing is true

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But who 1* doing the kind of work the Devil

alone should do?

We are told he does not go abont as a roaring lion now But wlinm sb*ll we lit Id responsible for th® ever laming row? To be btard in home, church and state, to the earths remotest bound, If the Devil, by a unanimous vote, is nowhere to be found?

Won't nomebody step to the front forthwith and mime their bow and xhow How the frauds and the crimes of a dingle day spriug up? We want to know. The Devil was tair voted out, and of coarse the Devil i» gone Jtatslmp people uM like to know who curries nis biwineHs an.

My Falsehood 3

OR.

THE FLOWER OF THE FLOCK.

BY MAGGIE 0. BAYNER.

CHAPTER I.

There are three girls in our family, Constance, Juliet and Ismsy, nnd It is I, Juliet, who am writing this little history. 1 believe—I may be mi^takeu— that looks have a great deal of luflueucc ever some people's fate. If I bad been as good-looking as my youngest sister I should now be Mrs. Lorraine, instead •f a forlorn maiden, gazing hopelessly towards a solitary future. But peruap matters may improve as time goes on the wound in uiy heart may heal, and •iv feelings-become blunted. Just now I feel very sore.

Constance is my senior by four years. She married, and very well, the year after she came out. I was dfteen at tbf lime, and little Ismay only twelve, and the next five years were the happiest period of ray life. The Lorraines were anr oldest and dearest friends, and Ismay and 1 studied with the girls under the same governess at their house. My father was the squire of the village where we lived, Mr. Lorraine was the vector, and there were no other families •f any consequence within five miles.

I think I began to live my life when 1 was sixteen. waa October, Guy Lorraine had left Rugby and was going into residence at Cambridge. We young one* had been speudlng a month at the sea aloe under fraulaiii's protection, but the holidays were at an end now. and I felt somewhat gloomy as I wandered alone ia the rectory garden. To lose- Guy. and begin lessons to-morrow 1 It wan too bad.

I was a medium-slited girl in those days, with a round face, a tremendous Mop of fair hair, blue eyes aud a decid edly retrousse nose, remember that October gloaming so distinctly. The scarlet geraniumsin the parterres glared. It was a last flicker before Winter. The Oloire de Dijon roees bloomed everywhere, aud stocks and asters made a brave show, but a feeling of Autumn and decay hovered in the sir, and the leaves on the trees were changing hue

was attired in my asusl white flanael frock, somewhat dilapidated (I wa* •ever tidy), and one of Guy's straw bats, which I had taken out of the hall. As I stood by the dial on the lawn, a white flgnre lounged in at the ga'e and made forme. Of course it was Guy. He was a wouderfnlly handsome boy, tall, slight and dark, with clear cut features and an eagle nsse. I bad always admired him Immensely I am an arti-tic soul and worship beauty. That evening I felt painfully conscious of looking a mgh«, and I began to straighten my crumpled frock and push back my curly, tow tied wiir,

Don't do that, Ju," said Quy as he approached. "I like you ever so much tetter wheu you're untidy." •'Then you must like me always. "I do six days out of seven Sunday's as exception." "And I always look so nice on Sunday." •'Nice! Yeu're a perfect object, with your hair ln a tail aud your best frock aa. If yon only knew what a contrast YOU ars to Ismay, you'd leave your pew and ooms and sit with us." "Indeed I wouldn't—I'd choose some «ie civil, not you." ••Ah, yours Jealous of Ismay, and I don't wonder but I'm not going to talk about her Just now. Do you know I same home specially to see you "I wondered what had made you leave the river so sarly, but I'm n«rt sot prised te hear that I was the attraction." "You conceited maukey! I should snjoy boxing your ears, but I haven time. I want to talk seriously." 1 giggled outright, but be pulled my hand through his arm, and we marched •AT in silence. After a minute's pause, I opened my mouth to speak, but he broke in suddenly: ••Ju, you know I'm going away tomorrow." "Well?" ••Are yon sorry "No, I'm very glad. I hope you will •ome back improved. You require improvement." ••You tiresome creature!" he threw down my band, "why won't you be serious

better.

You're asking me and I'm answerin-

I am serious.

stnpid Questions tbem seriously." "OB,

Juliet, why won't you under

stand Don't yon know I'm sorry to leave you." I nodded. "Of coarse you are." "Aad you must know the reason why, Jo, I'm fond of yon." "Yes, I know that, too." "You're really pa»t all endurance. Most I explain everything, jast a* if yon ware a baby I'm not fond of. yon In that way." "Which way?" I intarrapted innocently. .. ®uy took ma tb« sho*ld*r and

^"Yonltnow what I mean perfectly wall. Vm going to marry yoo." 1 made a courtesy. ••I maul really tell mother that I am provided for," I explained "«be was vary glad whan Ooonie married In her as eons asaaoa, bat I've dona great deal

Actually, Guy,

Guy was leaning

init verv sulkv. *ilh y°u'

you won't go marrying any

other fellow while I'm

away V'

••.There is uo other fellow that I know of. I'll write and tell you if one turns up." "And you're the sweetest girl in the world." "Guy, I'm positively growing vain. I wish fraulein thought tne same." "Will you ever be in earnest Juliet? I know you'll never marry me when you're grown up. You make fun of everything, and you will turn out good-for-nothing flirt."

Thero was a pause, and I tried to look forward into the future. I glanced at Guy. His dark eyes were melancboll ludicrouHly so perhaps, but I was touc ed He looked so sincere, and I felt so

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But you are far away the best of the three *Fu "I 'feel annoyed at your remarks. I wish people would never allude to my looks and above all, that they wouldn't try to console me for my lack of beauty by telling ma that I am amiable (which isn't true) or that I have the beauties oi the mind, or stuff" of that sort."

Ismay catre up and seated herself by Guy. Two more beautiful faces could not have been Imagined. IJ.ls clear, daik and alaasiooli bora oqnally nArfPOt. with a complexion of pears and roses, with golden hair, and dark, gray, lustrous eyes.

I hope I am not de trop," she said calmly, settling her muslin skirts." bwt I thought Ju's voice sounded somewhat cross, and I am come to make peace."

More likely to create discord," I said impatiently. 'Guy looked up quickly, ana then murmured something about the golden apple. "Do you remember Paris and the apple?" asked Ismay, looking straight into his eyes. "If I had been there, I think it would have been given me." I was accustomed to hear such remarks as those every day, and I only laughed but Guy had not seen much of Ismay during the last twelve months, and be stared with astonishment at the audacious besuty. She returned his gase for a few seconds, and then cast down her eyes. That was only acting. Whatever Ismay was, she was not shy.

I tried to talk to Guy as I did when we were alone. Then I used to chatter by the hour together, rigmarole he used to call lt~a one-sided conversation on every imaginable topic, which I knew interested him, although he rarely spoke but was quite coutent to listen in silence. But I felt somehow constrained with that graceful, white figure before my eyt»s, and when I looked at Guy, he was looking at Ismay, and bad apparently forgotten me. 1 rose to my feet ab-

r"VhereisJulietgoing?"asked

No, and

I'm engaged two What a question I exclaimed in-

"I'm quite in earnest," he growled,' "I wish to heaven you were not!" he She

Ismay

of Guy. He raised his eyes languidly. "Are you tired of the river?" "Yes," and I turned to go. He rose also.

"Aren't you coming, Ismay

And home I went, and all the way I wondered what those two were talking ab»ut, snd mentally scolded myself for an unreasonable feeling of grief which bad stolen into my heart on that Summer's day.

That evening after dinner I went and est alone upon the stone balustrade overlooking the tennis lawn. I was alone for what seemed to me a very long time. The roey after glow melted into the blue-gray sky the moon launched her «iivar boat, and bore and there a star flickered in the heavens. The corncrake was busy in the hay fields, and the scent of the roses and honey-suckle in the veranda stole through the soft air.

I think I looked nice that night not beautiful, I could not be that, but as pretty as most girls. I wore a white frock and a pearl necklace, and my fair hair was twisted into a heavy loop. Guy's voice roused me from my reverie. "Yon look exactly like Ellen Terry as you sit there look up at me." He placed his hands on my shoulders and I looked into his eyes. He laughed and sat down beside me. "You have a queer expression in your eyes to-night, Juliet. What is the matt«r "I dont know. Something la going to happen."

He sighed impatiently. "Yon seem vary queer, too, Guy." "Do you better* In love at first Aghfcf "Yea, In many osasa. Is that what la mskiug you sigh so? Have yon fallen In love with eooaeone at fin* sight?" "Oh. I dont know—that's to say, haven't. Are you in love, Juliet?"

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IHUUgU AUCfT UUt IUCU »UOV «U«* wwmma the last time that my love (mine, alas, no longer) would kiss-me. "Deareat Juliet," he whispered, "forgive me, darling. You know I love you better than any other woman." "Except one," said a soft, clear voice close by. Guy dropped bis hand, and I looked rouna with an uncomfortable sense of having been discovered in a ridiculous position.

It was Ismay. She looked lovelier than ever in the pale moonlight. Her face was that of an angel, and her white draperies enveloped her like a mist. She laughed gently at my look of dismay. "I didn mean what I said, Ju, and I haven been eavesdropping. I lust sauntered up and overheard the end of

ea ne iooaeu au aiuunn, buu dh Guy's speecn. It seemed only natural unworthy of the adoration expressed so to make the remark that I did. It came plainly in his face. I was perky, odious

and 1 hated myself. "Are you sure you mean what you say 7" I asked hesitatingly. "Yes," he said simply, and I knew he was speaking the truth. "And il you meet prettiei and nicer n,j ucmouu uu»u

in so well." Guy said nothing. We three returned to the house together, Ismay talking to us both I replied in an incoherent way, but he said never a word.

That night a dreadful fear crept into my neart, and until morning 1 lay

Iris than I am. you won't like them awake, staring hopelessly, blankly at a letter than me?" terrible phantom, which grew clearer

better than me?" terrible phantom, which grew clearer "You are the prettiest and nicest girl and more distinct every moment. And in the world.' I had not even the relief oi tears.

ii li a 4. 4 t. a 4 M*n 'Pu a 1* /I a It m* V* ammI l%1 A nf IA li Tt.

"I don't want you to say that I want aU»ub. «uu, umi.wo you to promise never to love any one certainty did not last very long. The better than me." agony of the next two days was almost "I shall never love any one half so well."

And so the romance of my life began

Ana so me roinanew oi mo uo| »u. so painful as those frightful doubts. It When I was seventeen my father gave stunned me, but I knew the worst there i, was nothing, either evil or good, that his consent to mvengagement with Guy, m» umuuig, mmoi «...

and we were to be married when I was could touch my heart after that

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twenty. The course of my love ran very amoothly Guy t«iok honors at Cambridge in his third year I was eighteen then and was taken to town for my pre sentation. I stayed with Connie, but I made not the slightest sensation. I was not pretty, and with one exception, I nositlvely bated and feared young men. I was farouche and conscious of being quite the plainest in the family. Little Ismay grew more beautiful every day,

CHAPTER II.

"How she is growing up!" It was Guy who spoke, and he was referring to little Ismay, who was crossing the step ping stones to come to us.

I sat on the river bank and Guy lounged at my feet. Something in biB VOICH made roe glance down at him. "She 18*1 he flower of the flock. Every one says so. Far prettier than Connie." "Then you don't include yourself in the beauty competition, Juliet?" and he laughed. "I never thought of compating myself with Connie, and she is nothing at the side of Ismav."

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING- MAIL.

years before I'm out. dignautly, although I was half laugh-, fnYh*'S.ru.iT heVsharVface~ex5res8ine

against a tree, look- ing. 'If you wi»h me to say I in love There was an old woman who always was

shan't. tired,

oft. '™rneZZZ?:JMl\fcmjobe.k...ot .ne, "You areKoing. that is to say, you're' I sprang up passionately. Before I had

xou are going, tnav us b»j, /»u "F passionately. going to-morrow, but not just this inin- time to make my escape, Guy threw bis ute, Guy." (arms around me, and kissed my l^ipa

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Thank God, that horrible state of un-

too much for my endurance, but when the last, crushing blow fell, it was not

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Let me pass over the next forty-eijfht hours. I said I was ill and remained in ray room. I refused to see Ismay she made my bead ache, I said. On the evening of the second day I went out. It was growing dark, and I crouched down beside the balustrade in the Italian part of the garden, which was laid out in ter races. Below my balustrade a bank sloped down some six feet or so to an other terrance. and a garden seat was placed at the foot of this bank. I felt expectant. I was lying in wait. In my black dress and in the wanning light no one could distinguish me in that shady corner, and there I waited. The night was very still. That hateful cornorake was still croaking In the meadows, and I abhorred the perfume of roses that filled the air, for in my mind it raised up the vision of by gone love and happiness. What mockery!

I bad not long to wait. I heard voices in the distance, and soon two forms emerged from the shadow and came slowly towards the seat below my eyes. My heart beat thick and fast. I feared they might comtinue their walk, but no, they stopped, and Ismav, for it was she and Guy, seated herself. He stood a moment glancing around, and then threw himself at her feet. "You are humble," she said "you may sit beside me, if you wish, or perhaps you think this is your proper place?" "Yes," he said, "you were made to be worshiped. I have read of such women, but never believed in tbem, and here I discover one in a little girl I hav« All my lifo, anil Tn rohom I NARAIY ever given a thought." "Ah, Juliet occupied all youi thoughts." "Juliet!" he sighed "yes, and she ought to occupy them to the end of time. There is not another girl In the world like my old love, and she is better thsn you, mv goddess." id

yet you love me best of all Who could blame mcfor loving you?

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I adore you. You are so beautiful and gracious. You are an angel, a Venus." "And you are profane. Call me an angel or Yenvus separately, not both at once." "Butvou remind me of both. You are neither saint nor sinner, but the most chsrmlng combination of both." "If Juliet were here, she wonld ssy I was sll sinner—no leaven of saintllness." "Don't talk abont Juliet. Let me think of you and of you only the rest of my life must be devoted to ber."

Thtough the gloom I beard Ismay's sobs. I could not see, It was so dark, but I knew that he was kissing her and

rose from my cramped position, stole silently along th-e terrance to the steps, descended softly, and stood beside them without either being aware of my presence.

And now good-bye for ever, dearest," said Guy, and he wonld have risen and left her, but she clung to him and sob bed convulsively. "Yon must remember Juliet I am bound to her." "You are not!" Could that be my voice? It sounded strange and far away. "For tbe last two days I have

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™I'm vexed with yon for suspected this, and that is why I have been an unseen witness to this scene. leaving me. tci neariy j»r wuw uotu —,j have seen anything of you, and I wsnt- Guy Lorraine, you are free. Iam thank nave seeu ""j ..» »..i fn.mri «hinM out I* ed to hear all your news, where you've ful that I have'found this change out in to escape a fearful fate. yon in time

leaving me. It's nearly a year since I

been, and what you've done, and everything." She sat pouting on the bank, and ne stood irreeolute beside her. ••There's really no reason why yon should dog my footsteps. I said magnanimously. "Pray tell Ismay everything worth telling. I am going home."

Ctood-bye!" I tnrned to go, but he sprang towards me and oaught my hand. "Juliet, are yon angry ••No I am relieved.7' S "Then you never loved me?" He spoke breathlessly, eagerly, a note of jov in his voice, and my heart stood still. How anxious be was to believe that all my love, my tenderness and devotion had been nothing—es hit love, nothing. "No, I never loved you," I replied slowly, and as I nttered that lie 1^ turnid og drawn sigh iy» bat I knew my sister knew my false-

went slowly away, and he breath ingh of relief. I neve:

ed anc. ed a long-drawn

spoke a word to Ismay, or she to me,

hood, and my secret is safe In ber keep-

i0fbey

were married, and they are hap

py, at least she is. Sometimes Ilook up and see Guy's eyes fixed on me In away which recalls the past but that Is only my foolish imagination, for surely he can only look back with amusement to tbe time when be preferred me to the Flower of tbe Flock

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ftin fixniarm^ "vt-hflmpn tlv" Her last workson earthweics "Dear friends, enough ter put crackers in. I wish

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i—* J—. »k(a .«in I tr. maira mwr oBnana Hiitr t.Krav hia Ami ftwiirything thwft will bfi lost to HIJ ed to accomplish ber object, at all baz wishes, arda, she ran a knife deftly around

ly rii.gine,

1 having no voice will get rid of the singing, Dont mourn for me now, and don't mourn for me ever, For I am going to do nothing forever and ever^* MA KINO A STORY COME TRUE.

I'll tell you a story, mamma, III make it n»." you knowThere once was a little princess,

Livt years and years ago.

Her tnother loved and loved ber Ami never made ber mind, And let ber eat the cookies.

And—oh, was awful kind.

She stayed up late like grown folks, Her motber liked ber to, And—^»o.it you make this story

Come just exactly true.

The Minister's Pie.

"Look here, Sally Mrs. Deacon Farrell brushed the flour from her hands, casting, meanwhile, a complacent eye over the well-tilled kitchen table, with its generous array of unbaked pies and cakes, the plump turkey stuffed and trussed, ready for omorrow's baking, and the big chicken pie to which ber skillful lingers bad just put the finishing, as she repeated, rather more dedaedly ,— "Look here, Sally! There's enough chicken left, with 'tBe giblets— that I never put in my own pie, because the deacon don't relish 'em—ter make a Thanksgivin' pie for the minister's folks 'Twon't need ter be very large,1' she added, in reply to Sally's doubtful look. "Only the minister aud his wife—and you can bake it in that smallest yaller dish. Now, I'm goin' up«stpirs to lootover them rug rags, an' you make it an' bake it rigbt off,so't I can send it over by the deacon. He's got ter go out to the Corner this afternoon an' can take it as well as not."

She bustled out of door, but the next moment, seized, perhaps, with a sudden sang of compunction, she put her head again and said warnlngly: "Be sure that you put in a good parcel of gravy that'll keep it from bein' dry. if 'tis half giblets." "Yes'm,'' answered Sally,briskly, aud catching up the rolling-pin she brought it down with an emphasis upon a lump of dough upon the mold board.

As the stairway door closed behind

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THE TIRED OLD WOMEN. proacbing the dresser upon which the pie stood, peered cutiously into the apertures •i U&

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crept over times more

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stolid than ususl while ludicrous bewilderment— "Giblets! What, in all creation, it anybody can tell me, does she mean by them

Involuntarily she took a

step

forward,

but checked Jbersslf as qu'ckly, whiles cunning smile replaced the look of per plexity, and she muttered triumphautly: "I guess I ain't a goiu' ter confess my ignorance ter the deacon's wife, an beat her say, as she always does, 'Two terms in 'caaemy, Sslly, an' not know that No, ma'm! not while there's a dictionary

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sitting-room, Sally hastily opened the big dictionary on the deacon's writingclest and began her search for the mysterious word. "G-i-b—here 'tis!" and she read aloud, with an air of triumph, the following definition: "Those parts of a fowl tbst are remov ed before cooking—the heart, giward, liver, etc. ••That'it!—'heart, giszard, liver, and so forth,"' she repeated joyfully,she retraced her steps to the kitcheu, aud he gan, with great alacrity, to fill, according to directions, the minister's pie keeping up, meanwhile, a running fire of coir ment for her own special benefit. ••-Six gizzards! Well, tbst's rather •steep,'as Dan Watson would say. Bm I guess thedescon's wife knows if she dont, 'taint none o' my business. Six hearts! Them's small, an' tuck into tbe corners handy. Six livers! Seems ter me they dout fill up much 1" and she glanced with a perplexed air at a pile of denuded chicken-bones that formed her only resource.

Now, I wonder," with a sudden inspiration, "what that 'and so forth' meant? Here's hearts, gizzards and livers,' plenty of 'em, but no 'and so forth,' an' the pie aint more'n two-thirds full yet. It must mean," and she csst a bewildered look at the half-filled pie, f'the chicken's legs. I never knew nobody to put 'em in a pie, but that must be what it means, as they'll just fill it up."

No sooner thought than done. In went the three pairs of stout yellow legs, upon which their uniortunate owners had strutted so proudly only a day before on went the well-rolled dough, covering them from sight, and Into the oven went the minister's pie, just as the mistress of the house re entered her kitchen, and with an approving glance at tbe snowypastry, remarked eueourrsgingly: "That pie looks real neat. Sally. 1 shouldn't wonder if in time yon came to be quite a cook."

It wis Thanksgiving morning, and Miss Patience Pringle stood at tbe minister's back door. To be sure it was rtiber early for callcrs* but Miss Patienoe was, as she often boasted, "one of the kind that never stood on ceremony. Indeed, she didn't consider it necessary even to knock before she opened the door, though she was thooghtful enough in opening it to do so safely. Tbe naioister's wife was just taking from the oven a newly-warmed cbtoken pie, which she nearly dropped from, ber hands, so startled was she by the sharp, shrill voice that spoke so close to ber ear* "Good mornin', Bliss Graham. Haint been to breakfast yet. I see we had ours half an hour ago. I know my foatom nsed ter say that if

anybody

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lost an

hour In the morning tbev might chaee after it all day, and not ketch op with It then. a good-looking pie pret-

pastry, though, for a chicken

e. I don't put much ahortenin anything of that kind, it's rich enough iaside ter make np. But you're young, and hare a good many things to learn yet. Iran in ter see ir you sould "pare me a cup of yeast mine eoured, an the last batch of bread I made I had ter throw to the bogs." "Certainly," ands roinish smile flitted over the fair face of tbe minister's wife at this specimen of ber middlesome neighbor's own economy. Bntsbehad learned the rare laason of a iudidoos silence, and taking^ tbe enp thst Miss Patience proJu«J from beneath ter •bawl, she bade her visitor be .seated while ahe left tbe room to ge*tte*Mrf red artlda.

As her stepe died away MUa Patisoes aoiaalesly arose from bar seat, and, ap-

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eager curiosity. "111 beta ninepence she didn't know

ow° nnnd," he added. And, deter min-

wishes, arda, she ran a knife deftly around a iwuing hhu For where ttoy don't eat there's no washing small portion of the edge, and, inserting "nd a slmi education of CuncuRA, tht And ufotS mere the anthems are constant- fonrmquWlivefingers.Uft^thebrown

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inquisitive fingers, lifted the brown crast and took a glimpse of the contents. A look of unmitigated disgust passed over ber face. Dropping into a con veni eut chair, she actually groaned aloud. "Well, I never! an' we payin' that man

The Tuesday following was the regu lar day for tbe weekly sewing circle, and seldom had that interesting gathering proved so lively and animated as on tbi* occasion.

Mitts Patience was in the field bright and early, and it was evident at a glance, to those whukuew her best, that she was wellnigb bursting with some important seciet that she wax only awaiting a fit tlu«r opportui iiy to divulue. That op portmiity was not long coming, for Mrs. Deacon Farrell, who was a constitution al croaker, toon occasion to say, in reference to bard times: "The Deacon bas b**iu tryin' ter collect tbe church tax, au' he saj be never found money so tight iu all tbe years be lived here. It's as bard ter ge five dollars now as it used ter be ten dollars.

And no woudor,' spoke up Miss Pa tience, witb the stony severity of a "You can't expect folks ter like payin out their money when they see it fairly thrown away an' wasted.''

Everybody looked curious, and some of the younger girls b»gau to bridle de dautly. The minister's sweet younjt wife was evidently afavorite with tbem, at least. "What do you mean by that asked Mrs.| Deacon, poiutedl. "Vlissj Gra ham is young and Inexperienced, to sure but, as the deacon was

her mistress, Sally dropped the rolling of perpl Inir it she repeated iu "Chicken pies, with the legs and fee'

Haying

ly yesterday, she does very well indeed, nonslderln'." Miss Patience tossed her head know ingly. "I don wauv ter say nothin' t' hurt her, but llvln' next door, as I do, I can't always belp set in' au' hearln' things that other folk* can't be expected to know about, an' when I seeau' know things like—"

There was an ominous pause, and tht deacon's wife »«ked excitedly: ^Llkewhat?"

of the chicken baked in Had a thunderbolt fallen among tbem. it could not have caused greater -urprif» to these tidy, thrlf'y New England nouse-keepers than thl« dreadful revela lion of the incapacity of the pastorV young wife. "Are you sure of it?" gasped one ma tron, breaking the sileuce. "I know it for a fact," was solemnly

Ch&u lens to »|*r "She's a born fool I" ejaculated th»

that I sent her over one or my pies ye* terday. They had to throw hern awa of course, snd it's luc* that he dldn have ter go without his Thanksglven breakfast on account of her iguoiauo and sbiftlessness."

How did you know about the pie? asked one of the girls. Miss Patiem bristled defiantly. •That's nobody's business but my own she retorted, tartly. "I don't go roum to find out things that don concern me I'd have you know but when they r« thrown right into my lace as you ndgb say, I don't shut my eyes no more't other folks."

Just here the door opened and in walk ed the subject of their conversation, bet pretty face glowing witb tbe haste sb* iad made, and a mischievous twinkle li her brown eyes that nobody noticed occupied were they in biding the confusion that her sudden entrance bad coated.

Walking up to tbe table where most of the ladies were sitting, she fluted them cordially, and then, holding out upon tbe tip of one slender finger a well-wori silver thimble, sbe said, archly: "Where do you think I found your thimble, Miss Patience?"

So pleased was Miss Patience to regain ber lost tressura. that ehe forgot for moment all her assumed oignity. and exclaimed, joyfully: ''Well, 1 declare, 1 am glad to see that thimble once more! I told Mary Jane that I felt sure I had it on my finger when I ran into your houstTbanksgiven* mornin' arter that yeast. But when I got home it wan't nowhere to be found. Now where did you find it?"

Her shrill, high voice bad attracted tbe attention of all in the room, and everybody looked up curiously as tbe minis ter's wife replied, with an innocent smile: "In tne chicken pe that out ood friend here'—and sbe nodded •jrigbtly to Mrs. Fsrrell—"sent me. 1 left the pie on tbe dresser when 1 went down celler after your yeast, and as soon as I came bfvk I put it on the table and when my husband cut it, there wss your thimble in it. How could it bsve got there? It is certainly very mysterious, anyway."

Sileuce, dead, profound, yet oh how terribly significant to tbe deacon's wife and ber spinster neighbor, fell upon tbe roup. This was apparently unnoticed

Mrs. Graham, who, witb a playful Butnonitlon to Miss Patience to take better care of ber thimble in future, began an animated conversation witb tbe la dies nearest ber that soon restored the company to their wonted ease and good humor.

But poor Miss Patience 1 Sbe never beard tbe last of that lost thimble, while tbe deaoon's wife, to tbe day of ber death, never trusted any bands bnt ber own to make pies for ber minister.

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Graham, as she

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