Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-03-17

NuGn AgQace aWOkc, i5Ge was IVluC
in a little chamber-how unlike her owf
sumptuous home. 1t was a low. white
washed room, with but one window thro
which the winter sun streamed brightly
Little PICTURES adorned the walls, anC
strange painted faces stared at her from
out their dark frames. She looked up :
Mrs. Temple bent snilingiy over her.
Whose room is this q Agnace ques-
toned.
This was Raehel's room, but she's
dead now. She died about ten days AGO: -
and the Quakeress wiped tear from her
eye.
g Did she paint these pictures 2" quer-
led Agnace, after a short pause.
. Yea, and many others; she used 10
play beautifully on that harp" pointing 10
one that stood in the corner.
. Rachel used to be delirious,' contin-
ued the loving mother, sand then she
used TO talk IN strange language to her
self. German or something. Oh! she
was q great scholar"
:" Was she teacher?"
" She was going to be; she was quite
young, about your age, Miss; eighteen or
/ so. All, how could forget that e she ex-
claimed, rising and taking from a drawer
a letter, " she was going to teach for the
/ person that wrote this handing The let
ter TO Agnace, g but she died and the letter
has not been answered" ="
Agnace took It; it was merely an an
sWer to an advertisement . for a situation
as a governess.' The letter was written
in an old fashioned, grabbed hand, and
signed . Z. Fairfield"
One pupil; a thorough knowledge Of
music, French, German, is required, and
sufficient acquaintance with oil painting TO
teach a beginner. The governess will be
expected at the house OF the undersigned
three months from the date of this letter."
All. how fortunate" unused 4 Agnace.
hope Lighting up her pale cheek, : | can
teach all. Let's see, French, German
Italian, music, | can play on the harp and
piano both
:. Indeed, Miss -
Agnace sat up in the little bed her
heart was filled with the new project.
Mrs. Temple seeing this, brought fold
ed neatly in napkin, the white evening
dress. She spread it out before Agnace; :;
no traces Of the storm were left on ii, all
the wrinkles were smoothed out. and ii
looked as fresh as when she first fled into
the dark street.
What recollections did ii recall, for Z
moment forgotten. At the sight Of it the
5. Jealous wife" turned pale, and tears
chased each other down her cheeks.
. Don't give me that, Mrs. Temple.
am no longer what was, she added Bit
teriy, - that elegant robe, those flashing
gems would Ill become a poor goyerness.
Of thou would st not fear to wear them.
RachePs dresses would fit thee; she was
about thy size | would say"
Mrs. Temple opened q closet. and took
from 1t a dark drab dress She laid it on
the bed, then placed beside it plain close
cap and a muslin handkerchief.
Agnacc thrust her arms into the small.
tight sleeves and drew the dress around
her.
It fits thee we'll"
She gathered up her truant curls, and
covered them with the close cap; the cap
was spotIess white and friiled al the cheek.
Mrs Temple folded the 'lerchief in the
approved Quaker style and crossed it on
her bosom.
Agnace looked ia the little glass. He
inever would know me So, was her first
mental ejaculation as she tucked an es-
capped curl under the cap. lam Agnace
+ W NesteTlind, the beauty and heiress no
longer; dressed IN tins queer garb I am
but poor Quakeress."
The months passed quietly away; the
last day of Agnace's stay with her Quaker
friends had fled; on the morrow new
life was to open before her.
The shadows Of night had long since
gathered over the earth, when the car
riage that brought the " new goyerness "
to WoodIawn rolled up the gravel aven-
Iues Agnace peeped ont from the WIN
dow; the many, pointed gables of large
mansion, Ioomed up in the darkness.
/ The porter opened the door, and Agnace
/ followed him through a large hail, tagged
/ with white stone. " The gOverness has
Gomez he said, opening the door Of q
warm, and brightly lighted sitling-room.
An old lady sat by the fire, reading from
I u bOOh Illdl Idltl On LItI AIttS ueI
/ forehead was fair, her expression benev-
olent, sleek black cat purred on the rug
at her feet. It was a pleasant sight to
I look upon, and Agnace's tired heart took
new courage.
( :. Mrs Fairfield" she said.
THE same. You have had a long and
dreary ride ;8these summer nights are
often quite cold. Indeed, you look very
pale, you are hungry, L suppose q and
without waiting for reply, the g good
dame rose and pulled the bell; & Bridget,
bring IN some tea and toast for Miss Ten
/ pie, and tell Miss Florance her new gov
erness has come r'
Atthe name of :" Miss Temple" "Agnace
started. Mrs Fairfield said, Temple, Is
! your name, IS IL not!
liam seldom called Miss Temple" !" re-