The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1861-07-11

Hau maze snort Work OF Nancy, VINO TOO Geepl
mortified by the failure of her hopes to remai
in Carlingford, had returned to her native plac
with moderate pension, her own savings, ant
| her misresss old clothes, not so badly satisfet
o. the whole, but still defeated woman. Whi
poor>Mrs. Christian, compelled by sore dint 0
time and trouble to give up her iorlorp hope Q
getting justice done her, and Ieclaiming tn,
wealth that had been so nearly hers from thu
hands of Mr.. Brown, was half reconeiled to hin
by his summary dealings with her special enc
my. A whole year had passed and other thing.
had happened at Carlingford. Everybody now
did not talk of Mrs Thompson's extraordinary
will, and John Browns wonderful chance o
coming into twenty thousand pounds. People
had even given over noting that the young doc
tor had thought better of that foolish fancy Of
his for Bessie Christian. All the persons in
this little drama had relapsed into the shade
It was very heavy shadow far as Grove
street was concerned The little pupils had
fallen off collected again and fallen off once
more. If the cheerful glimmer Of freight had
never failed in the sick-room--if the helpless
old father, sitting in that calm Of infrmity and
age, making comments which would have irri-
tated his careful attendants beyond bearing il
they had not been used to them, never missed
anything of his usual comforts-nobOdy knew
at what cost these comforts were bought. But
there did come q crisis in which patience and
courage, and the steadfast soul which had car
ried the young bYead-winner through the drear
monetony of that year, failed her at last. Her
mother, was of different temper from Bessie,
and had gone through thousand despairs and
revivals before the young creature at her side
began to dro0p, saw that the time had come
when everything was at stake; and, more re-
luctantly and slowly, Bessie herself came to see
It. She could not set her back against the wall
of that little house of theirs and meet every as
-saant; she could not 1--we it out in heroic ST
leuce, and abstinence alike from comfort and
complaint. That was her natural impulse; and
the victory, if slow, would have been certain !:
SO Bessie thought at least. But want was at
the door, and they could not afford TO wait :
something else must be attempted. Bessie
must go out into the market place aud seek
new masters-there was no longer work for
her here.
This was how the scene was shifted iii the
following conclusive act:
John Brown, travelling, and Tuning and ag-
gravating himself much over the loss of his
time and the distraction Of his thoughts, was in
London that day,a May-day, when every body was
in London. He had seen his detective, and no
further intelligence had been obtained. Phoebe
Thomson was as far off as ever-iarther off: for
now that all these efforts had been made, it was
clear that either she must be dead or in some
Quarter Of the world imperyious 10 newspaper
advertisements and detective officers. Mr.
Brown bore the disappointment with very good
grace. He felt coItented now TO slacken lis eff
forts he even felt SIS if he himself were already
the possessor Of old Mrs. Thomson's twenty
thousand pounds. Ae he went leisurely through
the streets, he paused before one Of those
Scholastic Agency Offices which abound in the
civilized end Of London. 1t was on the ground
floor of great faded, sombIe house, in q street
near st. james Palk-a place OF aching inter
est to some people IL thar palpitatIug world Of
human interests. 1t occurred TO Mr.. Brown to
go in and see il there were any lists 10 be look
ed over. Phoebe Thomson mighthaya a daUgh-
ter who might be goyeIness. 1t was an alb
surd idea enough, and he knew il to be so -
nevertheless he swung open the green baize
door
Inside, before the desk, stood little figure
which he knew well, still iii that black dress
which she had worn when she ran across Grove
street and wanted to speak to him with a curl
of the lightshair, which looked SO fair and full
of color on her black shawl escaped from under
her bonnet, talking softly and eagerly to the
clerk. Was there rs other place he could send
her to? She had come up from the countTy,and
was so very reluctant to 60 down without h ear
ing of something. The man shook his head,
lCdQ ON q 10 Ci HCN u al GNA rs HIS pOtA'
Bessie turned specchless towards the door
Seeing some one standing there, she lifted her
eyes full upon John Brown. Troubled and yet
steady, full Of tears yet clear and seeing clear,
shining blue like the skies, lCiH great radiance,
these eyes encountered the unexpected familiar
face If she felt an additional paug in seeing
him, or if any grudge against the supplanter OF
her family trembled in Bessie's heart, it made
no sign npon her face. She said good morning
cheerfuly as she went past him, and only quick
ened her pace little to get out OF sight. she
did not take any notice d the rapid step after
her the step which could have made up to her
in two PAGES, but did not, restrained by an IT.
Iesolute Will. Probably she knew whose step
it was, and interpreted rightly, 10 some super
fetal degree, the feelings OF John Brown. She
thought he was d goodhearted man-she thought
he was sorry to know or guess the straits which
Bessie thanked heaven nobody in this world
did fully know.-she thought that, by-and-by
shy OF intrudIng upon her,that step would drop
Off, and she would hear il no more. But it was
not so to be.
Miss Christian, I want TO speak to you,'
said John Brown.
She turned towards him directly without any
pretense Of SURPRISE and with smile the best
she could muster, waited to hear what it was.
We are both walking the same way, said
Mr.. Brown.
In spite Of herself, amazement woke upon
Bessie's face. That is true, bat is that all
you had to say 2 said Bessie, with the smiles
kindling all her dimples. The dimples had OH
ly been hidden by fatigue and hardship and toll.
They Were all there
No, not quite. Were you looking for en-
ployment in that Office, and why are you seek
ing employment here 2? said the attorney, look
ing anXiously down upon her
Because there's a great many Of Us III Car
lingford, said Bessie steadily; there are half
as many goYeTnesses as there are children. l
thought l might perhaps get on better here.
In London? Do you think there are fewer
governesses here? said Mr. Brown continuing
his questions, and, meanwhile, surveying very
closely his little companions lace not rudeiy,
To be sure it was a very honest, direct inves,
tgation, but there was not thought OF rude
ness or disrespecB either in the eyes that made
it or the heart
4 dart say it's as bad everywhere said Bes-
sic, with little sigh; but when one cannot
get work in one place, one naturally turns to
another | had an appointment to-day to
come up to see a lady, but was not the
proper person. Perhaps l shall have to stay al
home after all
Have you any grudge at meg said Mr.
Brown.
Bessie looked up, open-eyed aud wondering
Grudge at y0u? How could l? L daresay,
said Bessie, with smile; that mamma had g
year ago, but not me. The times l have spo
ken to you, MI. Brown, you have always beer
kind to me-
Have 1 ?? said the lawyer. He gave her 8
strange look, and stopped short, as if his utter
ance was somehow impeded. Kind to her! He
remembered that time in Grove Street, ano
could have Scouraed himself at the recollection
Bessie had taken him entirely abacv by hel
simple expression. He could have sobbed un
der that sudden touch. To see her walking
beside him, cheerful, steadfast, without com
plaint-a creature separated from the world from
the world, from youth and pleasure, from mere
comfort even-enduring, for all her soft, child
like dimples and unaffected smiles-his compo
sure was entirely overcome. He was going t
DO something very foolish He gasped an(
CAV ehimsef up.
IF you don't bear me grudge, come owe
here into the park, where we can hear ourselve
speak. want to speak to you, said Mr.
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