The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1866-05-09

e'ess lou nave prospect OF help,
Tomorrow T.
"Oh, yes, Jane is coming; l shaN ge,
along nicely"
Promising to write to Mrs. Hall i'm.
msdiately. he took his leave again, sv-
denty mystifed over the nursery maid
who wrote lady like hand, and did not
murder the kings English.
All tho weary night sat beside Clara.
Lulu moaning II nv arms, and every few
moments wakefu! little voice from one
bed or another calling me. The children
were half Gellrious with excitement, Clara
AID Susy suffering, and Lulu frs,:a! and
wakefuI.
In the morning Jane came. She had
not been in the house an hour, when she
came up stairs, her face nearly yard
long.
kitty, dear, whatever III Mrs. Hall
say about them cIothesl The half Of
them's on :he cellar eoor, with the mil,
dew over them as thick as charcoal
dust"
"Janep
"lts 'hrue as preaching, honey. And
Wherever that bussy's hid the money Mrs.
Hall left; it amt in the drawer where
she showed me it on Monday"
"Ive got money enough for the food,
Jane, but the clothes. What 90 YOU do
to them 7"
"l'Il bring them up, and see what's to
he dons. Would you iron the others. il
you was me 7"
"Oh, yes, the children want every
thing"
Faith, then, it's mostly the childer',
clothes that's in the cellar"
In all my experience of the little ones.
they were never Short Of clothes; but such
close economy with regard 20 clean ones
As followed now, hope they will never
suffer from again. Clara needed only
nIghtgowns, but Susy WAS running about
the next day, and Lulu must bs kep,
nice.
Tho doctor came twice a dav. and the
mischief of nv weary life was to puzzle
him. | would lead him from one tonic
toanother, brushing up my bssL language.
airing my most brilliant ileas, putting
forth my most oricinal suggestions. To sud
dem check his fluent conversation bv
some alInsion to my servi'e position.
laughing over his ilconceaed embarrass.
ment. II was the variety from the poor
children and the constant grumhlinp of
Jane. and his step on the stairs was the
signal for all my smiles to DO in good
order, ~y jests keen, my memory ready
for call, and my destinations all on the
qui Oire | could not exactly saw WHY
donned my brightest calicoes, curled nv
hair IN its pret'iest ringte,s, or wore nv
most snowy collars for his eyes, but do.
The days wore on. and no answer came
from Mrs Hall, while my nights were
almost as wakeful as the DAYS. Clara
had injured her head, and her high fever
aud deIirium reqnircd almost constant
watching, and in the long hours when |
a
held her hot hand and tried to qnist her,
| grew to look back on my mad foly
with sickenir g sepse ofshame. onged
unutterably to undo the work Of the past
two months; ! grew to dread the doctors
searching eyes, and TO wonder how he
would regard my conduct Could nv
father ever forgive msi Perhaps the
long alienation Of years would have been
healed, and | could have won his love
had waited, and then the memory oI
his constant indulgence toward me, hi.
liberal supply Of money, bis ever read y
arquies ;ence in every demsnd my letter.
made, rose 10 reprosch me with my in
gratitude ~as'growing very pale and
weary the flash Of life that made mt
chat during the doctors visits W oud fad,
away and leave me with headacbs, faint
ness. and, at times, feverishness. NJ,
anxiety and wan, Of rest were updsrmin
ing nv health. and when at last Mrs
Hall, utterly ignorant Of all trouble a
home, having missed the doctors letter