The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1857-08-27

u IS sad story. | was governess-a poor
dependent in a noble house. l had many
times thought Of the fatker of my two little
darlings. knew that he was handsome,
though | seldom raised my eyes to his. l
No't him unwontedly gracious, and that is all
They told me that was beautiful, and the
stately old housekeeper who used to part my
hair with her slender fingers once said, in a
dreamy SORT Of way, ''it's very fne and glossy,
child; it's very soft and silky In all the wide
world, child, there is nothing like the beauti-
fal face, and the Lord made man in his own
image-oh! he thankful, child, that you are
lovely, but often, often think through lips as
ruby, pure cheeks, over lofty brows, through
long and golden tresses, between soft fingers,
under sleamy teeth the worms have reveled
child.o @ 8
How l shuddered at this I and once, when
she spoke in her cold way, the Baronet came
in saying, "Don't frighten her, Mrs. Hunt.''
Even then ! did not think Of his kind glances
and tender interest as some girls might. The
children, fair-haired darlings, how they loved
me! They were both beautiful. So lovely !
Grace was fairy, sparkling child. Gertrude
had deep, dark, shining eyes. They were
calm and reflective, giving to strange sayings,
and dreamy, mysterious thoughts. Grace
was only happy when both dimpled hands
were TILED with roses, and kisses were show
on her round cheeks; she lived in an atmosphere
Of love. Gertrude, yes, even then, think she
had being in heaven.
was only goyerness, and took no airs
upon myself. Twas very humble minded for
I had seen great trouble and poverty; very
grateful, for my situation was delightful one,
and everybody was kind to me. There was q
friend Of the family who always affected me
strangely. She was noble lady, proudly
hspdsome, rich and titled. She pretended to
be my friend, but her cold, suspicious glances
confused and made me unhappy. She gave
mach advice; was always telling me how poor
and lowly had been, and how humble
should be, cautloning me to beware Of the bar
onet, and giving dark, mysterious hints, that
: frightened me into headache, and led me to
shun The good barenet.
- One day when my brain was hot and heavy,
carried little Grace over to Lady Isabel, as
she had requested me. My brow beat and
burned iatolerably, 50 that could not lift il
up with ease.
"You are getting subject to these head
aches" said Lady Isabel; ssyou suffer, don't
you?n So
s "More than can tell,'' answered faint
ly. q q 81
$ s "i can relieve you easily, = she quickly re-
marked. 81
sliow' tell me, Tor it is very painful"
cried. = -
Her look flashed through my brain. She
cat close beside me; she gathered up nv heavy
curls. .Your hair, child, - she muttered with
almost closed lips cit win induce brain fever
kill you perhaps. Let me cut it OFF, And
she reached her scissors, fastened in their iii.
: YER sheath.
= mo no." Icried, Cor was proud Of a,
ns'r' and like aash came the hideous though.
that the grand beautiful woman, was jsaiou,
o. ms--s poor little governess. =
Her eyes flashed nre; she stood, her iewslet
hsne lifted, her syss cleaning with fuiiou.
passion. 80 sSt