Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1858-08-13
MORNING LEADER.
THE NEW G0VERNESS.
BY CATHARISE BARTON.
C0RfiHued
PART II
PART m

PART H.
Ny dear daughter" said Mrs John Wailing-
ford, Il do hessech you not to make Miss Give
and yourself both ridiculous, by pushing her
forward On the occasion
The occasion in question was a party, To be
given BY Constance, on Edmund's twenty-sixth
birth day. and Edith had just left the rOoR to
execute an order of Constance, when the remark
was made.
81 shall let things take their course was
the refly. b. / shall neither push her forward,
nor keep her in the background. l shall not
do so injudieious thing as to call for admi-
ration OF one whose own loyeliness will be
sure to attract it, neither will throw her in
the shade"
Your infatuation, and that Of Edmund, Is
matter which is perfectly unaccountable to RE
l presume l shall be told, before long, that
| must prepare to receive her as grand daugh-
ter"
Nothing more likely" answered Constance
is she followed Edith out of the room.
81 will see if cannot prevent that, )" thought
the old lady, As she famed herself with no lit
tie vehemence
We honor old age, when, as we have seen it.
1t looks quietly forward to that world to which
II is soon 10 belong, with a heart discovered
from the interests OF earth. We honor old age
which can still sympathize with the hopes and
wishes OF the young, though with pulses calmed
by change, and time, AMI thought. We can
feel for, and gladly sJothe the fretiulness of old
age, when wearisome infirmities make life
pain, but we can neither love nor honor old age,
when the evil lpassions Of former years still sway
the heart that should be filed with thoughts of
heaven. Then, alas the hoary head is only
crown Of shame
The eventful evening of the party arrived, and
Edith, IN a simple dress Of white muslin, with
no other ornament than wreath Of geranium
in her hair, looked her lOveliest, and Constance
could not Tepress a glance of triumph at her
mother-in-law, as Edith was besieged by solicit
ations for her hand in the dance. But the wrath
of Mrs. John Wallingford was at its hight,
when Mr.. Elmore, the most distinguished look
ing man in the room, asked for an introduction
TO Miss Give, while pang passed through the
heart Of Wallingfurd, as, after few words
spoken by ElmOre he noticed the smiles of
Edith gave place to 4 flushed cheek and tear
ful eyes, while Elmore spoke in an earnest, an
mated tone.
"a | think you must acknowledge our Young
friend somewhat versed in the art of flirting"
observed Mrs. John WallIngfOrd, as Edith raised
her eyes to the face of ElmOTe with an express
sion of feeling unusual to her when eonyersing
with stranger.
In fit of jealous petulance,, Wallingford ap-
preached them.
Excuse me for interrupting you, Miss Give.
but / believe you are engaged to me Tor the
quadrille which is now forming" said he, with
an irritation in his voice and manner, which the
subject did not seem to warrant
Miss Give and myself are Old friends" said
ElmOTe, as he resigned her TO him. Il had the
happiness TO have her excellent father as nv
or,1 ha4,-, L
mate at Harvard, and we'll remember the mis-
chievous little sprite who hid my books and
pencils, and was sure 10 be forgiven, do what
she would. But your friend will scarcely for
give me for making you grave on the pres
ent occasion, my dear Miss Give" he added,
turning to Edith. MY "reminiscences had been
better deferred 10 a more htting time" And
bowling and smiling, he joined a group at the
other end of the room.
Frederic Elmore had boarded in the family Of
1 the Rev. Henry Give, the father Of Edith,
while his pupil, for three years, and the regard
he felt for his estimable tutor was fully return
ed by the latter, while Edith had been his pet
and plaything. After an interval of ten wears
he had recognized the child in the woman, the
moment he entered Mrs. Wallingford's parlor
while she knew not the boyish, laughter loving
student Of eighteen, in the matured man Of
/ voice brought back to her mind her hapOy
childhood, her father and her mother
And he spoke of her parents, Of the dear old
parsonage, of the little village church half hid
/ den by the elm trees, and all the well remem-
/ bered scenes of former years, till she forgot
/ where she then as he drew these pictures
Ofthe past He had recOllected her as the low
/ lest child he had ever known, and after a long
absence from his native country, endeayOred to
| obtain from her uncle's family some clue TO her
present abode. But Mrs Olive, her aunt, be-
/ longed TO the class Of matchmaking mammas
and having her own views of the rich and
agreeable young bachelor, had no idea Of
/ throwing her niece in his way, and therefore
evaded direct reply. 'Mr Give, who was
absent, had the direction of Edith's location
she herself did. mot exactly remember it, Much
/ disappointed, he had given up all hope of see
| ing her, and the meeting was, therefore. equally
Unexpected and pleasing to both
| She was silent and distracted during the
dance which followed her mind was with the
past, and Wallingford observed that Elmore
watched her every movement with undisguised
/ interest. ''He cannot but love her and she will
love him, for he has all the advantage of early
| friendship and association with the past, and
my dream ofhappiness Is over" he thought as
he led her to a seat, and Elmore was instantly
at her side.
At length the evening, which had become
/ intolerably long to Wallingford, come to an
end; the last guest had departed, and as he
made some casual remark to Edith, she started
at the melancholy tone of his voice.
"Are you Ill y she asked with unconscious
anxiety.
only heart SICK, " he replied with bitterness.
She raised her eyes to his, with q look of
sorrow and surprise. He could not stand thar
look, and bidding her good might" hastily left
the room.
"What is the matter with Edmund 2" asked
Constance of Edith, when Mrs. John Walling-
ford retired. "If you have been unkind to him,
Edith, shall never forgive you"
81 have not been unkind TO him. How could
l be so, when he is 50 kind and considerste TO
mel"
Nonsense. You must know what l mean.
He loves you; you know he does, and you must
love him in return, for Edmund is dear to me
as my own son" And Constance bent over
her cOaxingly, and kissed her cheek again and
again.
Edith's face crimsOned, then turned deadly
pale.
Ny dear Mrs. Wallingford, you must not
say So The suggestion may make me misera-
BILE"
Il will say no more, Miss Give. The oc-
eunences of this evening have changed your
feelings l see. will press Edmund Waliing-
ford or no ones acceptance. He is worthy Of
the hand Of any woman"
And bidding her cold good night" Con-
stance went to her own room, provoked beyond
measure at Edith, for her attachment to her
step-son made her unreasonable
Poor Edith's pillows were wet with tears
that night She felt misunderstood BY all, and
yet would not have explained her real feelings
for worlds. She had not dared to confess to
herself how much she had learned TO love Ed
mund Wallingford He was PrOud-Proud of
his station, his name, his family, and wei might