The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1857-12-24

ing blue eyes fastened on the lady, wen
up to her.
How much, how very much she
like her mother = ..t
This was said half to herself, half t
Marjory's grandfather, who just thel
came into the parlor; and Miss Man
pushed away the short, curly hair fror
Marjory's brow, and gozed on her with
long, eager tenderpess, that went a
once to the little girls heart, and sh
quite forgot Miss Mann was an oil
maid.
Yes,' said her grandfather Ellis
our Marie is all Platt, every inch o
her-she will be as. much like Anni
and Charles, when she grows up, as ont
human can be like two others
Miss Mann did not answer, she ben
down and kissed Marjory, and with tba
kiss all the little girls antipathy to be-
mothers friend vanished at once ant
forever.
Did you love my mamma = she ask.
ed, wisitnlly. for her young, fair, gentle
mother was the sweetest, holiest mem.
CRY that Marjory's heart held.
l guess | did love her, my cbild.-
You see We lived only a quarter of u
mile ppart and were aImest inscrerable
companions when we went to the dis
ltrlct school Thsn after our family
moved to Ryegate, we used to make
each other long visits two or three times
year. remember seeing you once,
too; 1t was long time ago, aud you lay
In wicker cradle, in new.white dress,
aud pair of the daintest red morocco
shoes. All, me! how proud your moth
er was OF you, aud how you lifted up
your little white arms aud crowed at me I!
Oh, poor Annie poor Annie =
Here Miss Mann fairly broke down in-
to sob, and grandpapa Ellis pulled out
bis large silk handkerchief, and wiped
his nose very hard and fast.
MaIjory, was, as said, an impulsive
child-her loves were as strong as her
dislikes. She slipped her hand into
Miss Mann's, and this was with her as a
sign and token. After this there was
that the little girl enjoyed so
well as walking with Miss Mann through
the orchard, or by the rye fields, or
down by the spring where the mint grew
cool aud fragrant on the moist ground.
And this lady always bad such long
stories to tell her of her moth
er--of the days when they used to go
and nutting in the woods, aud
the rides they used to have on the top
Of the hay, iu vacations.
Deborah, said Marjory, confden-
tally, Miss Man isn't bit like au old
maid, I'D be willing to be one myself, ifI
could be just like her. ''' /.
IL was surprising too, how soft and
gentle the little girls manners became,
In less than a week after Miss Mans
arrival, for, if the truth must be told,
these had been somewhat hoydenish be-
ore.
One day Miss Man and her Marjory
'at togethdr in the little parlor, when
grandfather Ellis came in suddenly,
,olding something something very tight
n one hand.
Guess what l have here for you,
Marie = he said.
1 can't grandpa. Oh, please give it
o me y cried the impatient girl.
It's letter, pussy opening bis hand
nd revealing il,
a letter letterp clapping her
lands and pirouttipg round the room.
never bad Que in oil my life. Who
an have sent IL TO me -,
Grandfather Ellis put on bis largo,
liver gIasscr, and looked at the address.
rs from California, my child IL must
~ from your uncle Charles.
At that moment the work slipped from
'lss Maun's fingers, 10 tho aoor. She
,opt hastily aud raised IL up; but "
'laijory had been too much engaged 10
bsofvc her at that moment, she would
ave seen that she bad grown pale
Well, Matjory opened the letter, with
pleasure nuttering 10 her heart, and
cad u slowly, for she vas not aooustom.
q TO tho old, sctswlins hand Of Uncle
fka.ias