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VOL. 58.
A High-Tempered Girl.
"No, I won't !" said Theodora Reed
impetuously ; " I won't 1 I wout !
so there's an end of the matter."
Theodora was busy making pear
marmalade,with a pocket handkerchief
fastened, Beatrice Cencl fashion, over
her luxuriant brown tresses, a huge,
checked apron euyeloping her trim lit
tle figure, and sleeves rolled up above
the elbow.
Deacon Powers stood opposite, ner
vously feeling of his bristlv chin.
Theodora was young and pretty, with
limpid hazel eyes, rings of browu hair
straying like tlosa silk over her temples,
and rosy lips.
Deacon Powers was elderly and
wrinkled, with an indescribable sharp
ness in his face, as if it had worn away
In contact with the world.
"It's getting to be an imposition,"
said Theodora,brusquely. "Last week
we had two tract distributors here,
and week before that old Dr. Dodding
ton and his wife and three children
stayeCbere five days, so that it
be convenient for the semi-annual con
vention. In fact, I don't remember a
single month without company since
we baye lived at the parsonage. And
we have no girl now, and papa has the
neuralgia ; so you must tell this young
clergyman to go somewhere else. I
won't havd him here !"
"But, my dear Miss Reed—"
"I'm not your 'dear Miss Reed' "
said Theodora, vehemently. "If I was
you I would try to spare me a little of all
this annoyance. Yes, I know lam the
minister's daughter, and as such, am
expected to have neither feelings or
preference,nor sensibilities of any kind.
But I'm human, after all; and I de
cline to keep a perpetual free hotel for
every oud who comes in this direc
tion."
"Your predecessor, Miss Reed—the
lamented Mrs Smiley—was never,
averse to entertaining the saints," re
proachfully uttered the deacon. "Her
door was ever open and her amiable
hoapitality—"
"Oh, yes, I know !" said Theodora.
"ADd she died at forty. I Intend to
live a great deal longer than that. She
was killed by sewing- societies aodcom
pany, and Dorcas meetings. I've had
enough of that sort of thing, and I
mean to stop. If the cburch-p3ople
wish papa to entertin all creation, they
must raise his salary—that's all."
"But, my good young friend—"
At that moment, however, a third
person unexpectedly appeared upon the
scene. The door between the parlor
and kitchen, which had, unperceiyed
by Miss Reed and Deacon Powers,stood
slightly ajar, opened—a tall, frank-fac
ed young man stood there, with a de
cided color on his cheeks.
"Deacon Powers," said he, "pray
assnre this young lady that I will not
tresspass upon her hospitality. Per
haps we had better go OL to the next
place at once."
There wa9 something in his air and
manner which caused the deacon to
shoot out of the kitchen like an arrow
from the bow, and the next moment
Theodora was alone.
She colored and bit her lip.
"It's all true," she said,"every word
of it. But I'm a little sorry he heard
it. Perhaps he wasn't to blame, after
all."
And Theodora went vigorously on
with the pear marmalade, until the old
clock in the corner struck eleven ; and
then she poured out a cup of chocolate,
and ran upstairs to her father's room.
Mr. Reed was sitting before his
study table, with his temples resting
on his hands, his elbows among the
chaos of books and papers. Theo went
to his side at once, and laid her hand
on bis head.
"Papa," she said, wistfully, "is your
neuralgia worse ?"
"Very much worse, Theo," he said,
lifting his pain-glazed eyes to her eager,
questioning young face. "I do not be
lieve that I can preach to-morrow ; I
do noc believe that I can eyer prepare a
sermon."
Theodora looked aghast.
"But, papa," said she, "what can
you do ? Old Dr. Denton is out of
town, and—"
"My dear," said the poor clergyman,
pressing his hand to his throbbing tem
ples, "you must send a note to Mr.
Heryey, and ask him to officiate in my
place, as a special favor."
"Who is Mr. Heryey ?" asked Theo
dora.
"I do not know," said Mr. Reed,
"I only know that he was to be at
Windfleld this week. Most probably
he will be at the Star hotel."
"Very well, papa," said Theodora,
feigning a cheerfulness that she was
very far from feeling. "Drink your
chocolate now, there's a darling, and
don't fret yourself the least bit in the
world, and I will see that all the ar
rangements are made."
MILLHEIM, PA. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18., 1884.
So she rau down stairs aud set her
-1 self to thinking.
A substitute must be found for the
pulpit, and here it was twelve o'clock
on Saturday !
She sat down aud wrote a little note,
consulting the dictionary more then
once to make sure of no errors, and
carefully copying the whole, because of
a spattering little blot which fell, as
if "of malice aforesaid," directly across
the second line.
"DEAR MR. HERVEY :—Will you
grant us the great favor of preaching
in papa's place to-morrow ? ne is
very ill of neuralgia,and is unable eyen
to prepare a sermon. We shall be
greatly obliged if you will dine with us
to-morrow after church.
THEODORA REED.
And after satisfying herself that it
was all quite right, she carried it her
sel! to the Star hotel.
Mr. Heryey was not in, hadn't been
in since morning.
But they would give him the note
directly on bis arrival ; so Theordora
hurried home again, and ip the course
of the afternoon, a little colored boy
from the hotel brought a card, on one
side of which was engraved, "Henry
Hervey," while upon the other was
written the words "with the greatest
pleasure."
And the minister's daughter, "on
hospitable thought intent," roasted a
pair of chickens, collected the ingredi
ents for a salad, made a peach-pie and
baked a loaf of bread, which was light
and white as sea foam.
"I'll show him that the country girls
understand good housekeeping," said
Theo to herself.
Mr. Reed was not able to leave his
sofa the next morning, so Theo put on
her pretty blue-and-white muslin dress
and the gypsy hat with the roses that
became her delicate complexion so per
fectly, and went to church, after first
seeing that the table was all spread for
the cold dinner, and the coffee-pot sim
mering on the stove.
The church was full.
Mr. Hervey was a rising luminary in
the theological horizon, and almost ev
ery one in Windfleld had heard of him,
so there was no lack of an audience.
But to Theodora's ineffable dismay,
the tall young man who walked so
composedly out on the platform was no
other than the frank-faced person who
had stood on her kitcheu threshold, on
ly the day before, and overheard her
diatribe on the subject of undesired
guests.
Under the shadow of the roses she
turned redder still.
"Oh, my tongue—my unlucky
tongue I" she said, frantically, to her
self. "I always knew it would lead me
into trouble ! What mnst he have
thought ?"
And, as may be inferred, Theodora's
devotions—albeit, she was in reality a
sweet, sincere little christian—did not
do her much good that morning.
Mr. Hervey came across into the par
sonage when the sermon was over,
and held out his band to blushing
Theodora.
"We meet again," said he, with a
smile.
"I can't help it," burst out Theo
dora, in desperation. "I meant every
word I said,Mr, Hervey ; it is all true.
But —but it didn't apply to you !"
"I understand," he said, quietly.
"I was a little nettled at the moment,
for I merely wished for a temporary
shelter while they were refurnishing
my room at the Star hotel. But I can
easily see, now that I have thought the
matter over in a new light, that a min
ister's family must he sadly pestered
with voluuteer guests. Pray think no
more of it, Miss Reed."
Aud he spoke so frankly and pleas
antly that Theo became quite at her
ease, while he carved the chicken and
she prepared the crisp lettuce and lim
id oil for the salad.
He was taken up to Mr. Reed's sick
room after diuner, and had a pie isaut
chat with him before the afteruoou ser
vice.
"Y oil have done rue a great favor,
sir," said the elder clergyman, wheu at
length he parted from his guest. ' And
we should esteem it a privilege—my
little girl and I—if you would make it
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your home at the parsonage during
your stay in town. Should, we not,
Theo ?"
Theodora hung down her head, and
turned pink to the very roots of her
hair.
"Yes," she said, almost inaudibly.
4 'Only—l am ashamed to say so. Oh,
papa," hiding her face on his should
er, "I have behaved so badly 1 I never
should have taken it for granted that
Mr. Heryey was like the rest I"
And then, infinitely to Mr. Hervey's
amusement, she told the whole story
of her interview with Deacon Powers.
Mr. Reed smiled, as he stroked
Theo's head.
"My little girl is only a little girl,"
said he, "and sometimes forgets that
the tongue is an unruly member. But
she will improve as she grows older."
Mr. Hervey spent the summer at
Windfield. He was revising the proof
sheets of a theological volume, and lik
ed the quiet aDd seclusion of the little
village.
Perhaps, too, he liked something else
about it. At all events, although he
did not make the parsonage Lis home,
he spent a great deal of his time there.
"Theo," he said, one day—they had
become fast friends by this time—"you
have tasted so many of the petty trials,
and annoyances of being a minister's
daughter that I wonder if you would
ever consent to be a minister's wife."
"Well," said Theo, half laughing,
half blushing, 4 'it would depend a good
deal upDn who the minister was."
"Suppose it was Henry Hervey ?"
"Do you really mean it ?" said Theo,
suddenly growing grave.
"It is strange,isu't it," said he, "that
I shouldd lose my heart to such a little
termagant as you proved yourself the
first day I ever saw you ? But it is a
foregone conclusion—l am entirely at
your mercy. Sweet Theo, will you be
my wife ?"
And Theo placed her hands in his
with a lovely look of awe and happi
ness, and answered :
"I will 1"
Deacon Powers could not compre
hend it at all.
"If he manies such a high-tempered
girl as that," said the deacon, "he does
it at his peril. Why, I never was so
berated in my life as I was that day at
the parsonage."
"But, pa," said the deacon's daugh
ter, "eyery woman finds her master soon
or late. Now, I think Theodora Reed
has found hers."— Helen Forrest
Graves,
It Made the Engineer Ory.
'Yes, indeed, we have some queer
incidents happen to us,' said the en
gineer. 'I was running along one at
ternoon'pretty lively when I approach
ed a little village where the track cuts
through the streets. I slacked up a
little, but was still making good
speed, when suddenly, about twelve
rods ahead of me, a little girl, not
more than three years old, toddled on
to the track. There was no way to
save her. It was impossible to stop
or even slack much in that distance,as
my train was heavy and the grade de
scending. In ten seconds it would
have been all over, and,after reversing
and applying the brake, I shut my
eyes. I didn't want to see any more.
As we slowed down my fireman stuck
his head out of the cab window to see
what I'd stopped for, when he laugh
ed and shouted to me,'Jim,look here 1'
I looked, and there was a great big
Newfoundland dog holding that little
girl in his mouth, leisurely walking
toward the house where she evidently
belonged. She was kicking and cry
ing, so that I know she wasn't hurt,
and the dog had saved her. My fire
man thought it funny and kept on
laughing, but I cried. I just couldn't
help it. I have a little girl of my own
at home.'
Little Jack: "Let's play we is mar
ried." Little Nell: "No I won't. It
ain't right." Little Jack: "Why ain't
it." Little Neli: "Tause mamma said
we musn't quarrel."
Two Lawyers and a Oat.
Two lawyers were domesticated in
the rude hotel of a country town. The
hotel was crowded, and the two legal
luminaries had to occupy the same
room.
Lawyer Clark lay with his head to
the north on one side, and lawyer
Thomas lay with his head to the
south on the other side of the room.
So far as that room was concerned, it
might be said that their heads repre
sented the north and south poles re
spectively.
The central; part of the room was
deemed neutral ground, in which tho
occupants of the different beds had
equal rights. Here in picturesque
confusion lay the boots, etc., of the
sleepers. There were no lights, and
though the door was open, there be
ing no moon, the night was very dark
in that room.
The wily lawyers, who had been
opposing counsel in a case tried in the
town court that day, and had opposed
each other with the contumacy of wild
pigs, were now the very incarnation
of meekness.
But hush 1 hark 1
A deep sound strikes like a rising
knell:
,Me-ow-ow!'
Lawyers Clark and Thomas were
wide awake and sitting bolt upright
iu an instant.
Again the startling cry .•
'Ye-ow, ye-ow 1'
'There's a cat!' whispered Clark.
' 'Scat you !' hissed Thomas.
The cat paid no attention to their
demonstrations, but gave vent to a
nother yowl.
'Oh, gracious !' cried Clark, 'I can't
stand this 1 Where is he, Thomat, ?'
'On your side of the room, some
where,' replied Thomas.
'No, he's on your side,' said Clark.
'Ye-ow-ow-ow!'
'There I told you he was on your
side,' they both exclaimed in a breath.
And still tho howl went on.
The idea entered the heads of both
lawyers—doubtless owing to their
legal training—that by the exercise of
a certain strategy they might be en
abled to execute a grand flank move
ment on the cat, and totally demoral
ize him. Practically, each determin
ed to file 'a motion to quash' the cat's
attachment for that room.
Each kept his plan to .himself, and
in the dark, unable to see each other,
prepared for action.
Strange as it may appear, it is nev
ertheless true that the same plan sug
gested itself to both. In words, the
plan would be about as follows :
The yowler is evidently looking
and calling for another cat, with
whom he has made an appointment. I
will imitate a cat, and this cat will
think t'other cat's around. This cat
will come toward me, and when he
shall have arrived- within reach, I'll
blaze away with anything I can get a
hold of, and knock the mew-sic out of
him.
So each of the portly lawyers,noise
lessly as the cream comes to tfce sur
face of the milk, hoisted himself on to
his hands and knees, and hoppopota
mus fashion, advanced to the neutral
ground occupying tb3 centre of the
room.
Arriving there, lawyer Clark felt
for and selected a boot-jack, and law
yer Thomas the heaviest boot from
the heap,and settled themselves down
to work.
Clark tightened his grip on the
boot-jack, and throwing up his head,
gave vent to a prolonged and unearth
ly ' Ye-ow-ow' that would have reflect
ed credit upon ten of the larger cats.
'A-ah 1' thought Thomas, who was
not sixfeet away, 'he's immediately
close around, now, I'll inveigle him 1'
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
and he gave the regular night-call of
a feminine cat.
Each of the lawyers advanced a lit
tle closer, and Clark produced a ques
tioning 'Ow-ow !'
Thomas answered by a reassuring
'Purow-purow !' and they advanced a
little nearer.
They were now within easy reach,and
each imagining the cat had but a mo
ment to live, whaled away, the one
with his boot, aud the other with his
boot-jack.
The boot took Clark square on the
mouth, demolishing his teeth ; and the
boot-jack came down on Thomas' head
just as he was in the midst of a trium
phant 'Ye-ow !'
Wheu the lights were brought in, the
cat had disappeared,but the catastrophe
was in the opposite corners of the room.
Sne Pitied Him.
The otber k day when the Illinois Cen
tral train pulled up to the platform at
"VVapella, a stout, rosy-cheeked country
girl boarded it, and sat down on a turn
ed seat facing adude insight pants,and
a small, white hat. He at once deter
mined to exercise his wiles on the poor
thing and make a mash.
'Good mawning, Miss.' he said.
'Hoody-do,' she replied.
'Aw you going faw ?'
'Huh, uh.'
* Whaah do you disembawk ?'
'Huh ?'
'Where do you get off the cahs ?'
'l'm goin* tc Bloomington.'
'Aw 11 am going to stop theah, my
self. Yewy happy to have such a
chawming companion.'
•Well, the boys here say I'm mighty
good company,* she replied. The dude
got up, and,sat .down by her side.
'Youawavewy pwetty young lady,
and I am chawmed to be your escawt,'
he said leaning over against her shoul
der.
'Lean on your own breakfast,' she
said, pushing him away.
'What did you say ?' he asked, again
crowding her.
'Lean on your own bieakfast. I
didn't eat enough for both of us. All I
et this mornin' was four biscuits and
two pieces of ham, two potatoes and
nine slices of fried mush, and I don't
feel like holdiu' you up.' The dude
looked considerably taken back, but he
began a lot of smalljtalk as the train
pulled out, aud the sturdy old farmers
in the coach gradually became thor
oughly angered as he sat up close to her
and took her hand in his, and leaned on
her shoulder aud whispered to her.
Just as the train pulled into Bloom_
ingtou the girl began to cry, aud there
were four old men on their feet in a
minute, each of whom had made up his
mind to thrash the dude within an inch
of his life. One of them approached the
pair, and kindly asked the girl:
'Did the snipe insult ye ?'
'No—no—no !' she sobbed.
'Then what's the matter ?'
'P-po-poor fellow !'
•Why, what air ye crvin' about, if he
hain't insulted ye ?'
' He's in d-da-danger, and I pity the
p-po-poore feller,' she sobbed.
'Why ! What is his danger V'
'He is so g-gree-green that I'm afraid
he'll get off at some 'little t-tow-town
and the cows will eat him up V she
cried, wringing his hands.
The last seen of him was]as he turned
a series of double summersaults along
side the train in a ditch,having jumped
off when the train was making twenty
miles an hour.
AN ATTENUATED STORY.
Jim Keene and his Washer
woman.
How She Managed to Accumulate a
Fortune by Looking After His
Linen, and the Job Keene
Set Up on Her.
[Derrick Dodd,* In San Francisco Post.l
•The fact is,' said Jim Keene, the
great New York riyal to Jay Gould, as
he relaxed his usual taciturnity under
the geuial influence of one of Sam
Ward's dinners not long ego, 'the fact
is that no matter how clever and thor
ough adman's system of stock operating
may be, there is always Hoccuring some
little unforseen and apparent insignifi
cant circumstance that is forever
knocking the best laid plans into a
cocked hat.'
•As how ?'
'Well, for instance, about a year ago
I was doing a good deal in Lake Shore,
and counted on making a big clean-up.
I discovered, however, that there was
some hidden influence in the market
that was always against me. It didn't
exactly defeat my plans, but it lessen
ed the profits. I soon saw that there
was some other operator who was kept
informed as co my movements in time
to make me pay for his knowledge. 1
'Broker gave you away V said sever
al.
'Not at all. I never gave an order in
advance, and besides I ustd, as now,
half-a-dozen different brokers, and also
gave 'cross' and'dummy'orders in plen
ty. One day while I was standing at
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the window of my uptown place cogi
tating over this state of affairs, an ele
gant private.coupe drove past and stop- IB
ped just around the comer from my
door. It contained a richly-dressed
lady and a ragged-looking girl. The
latter got out, rang my basement bell
and was admitted. I sent for my man
servant, and inquired who the girl
might be.
'She comes for the wash, sir,' he said.
'Does she generally come in a coupe?'
I inquired.
'Why, no, sir,' said the man, very
much surprised; 'her mother, the wash
erwoman, is very poor.'
'Just then my own carriage drove
round for me, and as It passed the oth
er I could see the lady eagerly sorting
the soiled clothes in the coupe on her
lap. This excited my curiosity ,801 had
my driver follow along behind- Pretty
soon the coupe stopped, and the dirty
little girl got out with the bundle and
went into a brownstone front on Twen
ty-ninth street. The coupe then kept
straight on down to Wall street and
stopped in front of a broker's office,
where the lady alighted with my entire
lot of soiled shirt cuff's in her hand.'
'Shirt cuff's ?' cried the entire com
pany.
'Exactly; shirt cuffs. I saw through
it all in a moment. Tou see I am,—
or rather was—a great hand while at
dinner ot at the theatre in the evening
to think over my plans for the next day,
and to make memorandums on my
cuffs to consult before starting down
town in the morning. My washerwo
man found this out, and had been qui
'coppering' my game by means of my
cuffs for over a year.'
'Weil, by Jove!' said Saw Ward,
pausing for a single infant in the sa
cred mystery of salad dressing.
'lt's the cold fact,' continued Keene.
'ln less than eight mouths she had
cleaned up over,s6oo, OOOjmd was wash
ing mj clothes, at least the cuffs, in a
SBO,OOO house. She had diamonds and
horses until you couldn't rest.'
'You didn't make any more cuff
mcms, after that,' laughed several.
'Well, not many—just a few,' said
the great operator, holding his Burgun
dy up to the light. 'I believe I kept it
up about a month longer, at the end of
which time I had raked in the washer
woman's bank account, and even bad a
mortgage on the brown-stone house. It
was a queer coincidence, wasn't it ?'
But, perhaps, the information she
found on the cuff's after that wasn't as
exact as it had been, somehow, nor as
reliable.'
And the King of the street emptied
his glass with an indescribable wink
that made Beach, who was short on
Harlem, shiver like a cat who had just
swallowed a live mouse.
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Condensed Sermons, Etc.
Love is life's immortal prayer.
The fruit of religion is aspiration.
To imagine eyil betrays affinity for
it.
The heart is a better counselor than
the tongue.
Speedy prayers do not lead very rap
idly to deyotlou.
Suspicion is the ogre that sits upon
the ruins of virtue.
TOD much self-love makes men nig
gardly and wretched.
Wisdom does a person very little
good if be doesn't live up to it.
Be satisfied with doing well, and
leave others to do as they please.
Knowledge, economy and labor art
the shining virtues of civilized man.
There is a mystery in the influence
of vice that few seem to be able to
fathom.
The votaries of doubtful pleasures
never deriye enjoyment from their in
dulgence.
Example is the best teacher. Its
silent persuasiveness reaches the heart
by the most direct route.
There is nothing that so lifts up the
heart and soul of man as the conscious*
ness of a duty well performed.
As long as you have the approval of
your own conscience you need not care
for the judgements of the envious.
If we were only as ready 'to forgive
others as we are to forgive ourselves,
the standard of manhood would be in
finitely elevated.
The only way to make the mass of
man kind see the beauty of justice is
by showing them in pretty plain terms
the consequence of injustice.
As the sun does not wait for prayers
and incantatious before he rises, but
straightway shiues forth, and is hailed
of all; so do not wait to do good for ap
plause and noise and praise, but to do
it of your own desire ; aud like the sun,
you will be loved.
Men spend their lives in anticipa.
tions, in determining to be vastly hap
py at some period or other, when they
have time. But the present time has
one advantage over every other—it is
our own.
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