Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1868-04-10

| ret out on foot Tor Mira, Peters. tsh
And within tho hourlI had begun my
new life as seams,ress. had nothing TO
complsin of. | had my own little room
humble enough, haaven knows, but
mine own where | sat aud en- broidored
all day long. saw little Of the boarders,
never going to they table until the had
finished, and Mrs, Peters respected my
shrinking. aud let me.doas pleased. !
heard enough Of them In my solitude,
racing up aud down stairs and about the
passages; but 10 all inieuts and purposes !
was as much alone as though had the
houae 90 mshelf.
Two months passed., ] was growing to
like my independence, aid to feel that
working for living was not such fright,
fu thing after all; but Mrs. Peters work
was nearly hnishcd, aud ! must try for
another place at once. So advertised
and in week was fortunate enough "a
obtain new situation.
Ii was a gentleman who engaged mo, O
darkly handsome man, Of thirty or therea-
bouts--a Mr.. liillary-who wanted a seam.
stress for his wife, then residing in the
country.
'It Is rather a lonely place, Miss Inger-
soil, ho said; ''down by the seashore
where my wife is at present alone. But,
ifyou can endure the solitude for two Oh
three months, don't think you will have
reason to complain on any other score
Can you not teach French and music, as
we'll as embroider? Pray excuse the ques.
ton, but have heard something Of your
history" s.
l shook my head
IL understand both in superficial
soi of way but am capable Of teaching
neither, beyond the mere rudiments. No,
Mr.. Hillary, il you want goyerness, |
can not Gil the officer"
IL do want goyerness," Mr.. Hillary
said. looking disappointed; | have adver-
tised for one, but as yet can find none to
suit. Well. Miss Iugersoll, good day.
I'll call for you tomorrow
Next day we started, journeying till
nightfall. | wondered little for whom he
he could want goyerness, for be told me
he had no differentiated, he had only
been married few months. But he was
one of those men you can not question,
and was content to wait, knowing day
or two would satisfy my curiosity
II was night, dark and misty, when We
reached our journeys end. l could see
but little of the place, beyond that it was
struggling sea coast town dimly lighted
and peryaded by an odor of fish and sea
weed. | could hear the dull thud of the
waves on the shore as va 9roTs Glong g
gloomy road, and up to white cottage,
under some frowning cliffs, with prim pop
lars waving around it in the chill night
blast. The cottage front was all illumiu-
ated, and shone forth brilliant welcome
to US, as We walked up under the tossing
trees.
Mr.. Hillary knocked, and was instantly
answered by trim servant girl. As
followed him into the lighted nall, door
to the right few open, and with world
less cry ofjoy, young girl rushed out,
and into his arms, needless of us all.
"This is Mrs. Hillary" l thought. and
took good look.
Slender, and small and fragile of figure,
with a profusion of glossy black curls,
hanging over bare white shoulders, and
richly dressed in maize-colored silk, trim
med with black lace. That was all I
could see for the first moment; then her
face was lifted-a dark, lovely face, lit
with luminous eyes.
"I am SO glad so gladl' she cried, kiss.
ing him in sort of rapture. oh, Louis,
you don't know how very lonesome have
beenp'
Every likely my dear" said Mr. Hill
larry, smilingly disengsging himself; "and
| have brought you companion, to pre-
vent your being lonely in future. Miss
Ingersoll, Mrs. Hillary"
The pretty little brunette held out a
fairy hand, all sparkling with rich rings.
81 am very glad to see you, Miss Inger-
soil, she said, shyly. "You are the gov
erness?"
"No, no, Mrs. Hillary, only your seam.
Stress
"The governess will be here next week,
Mr.. Hillary said, hastily; II engaged
young lady, Miss fremont, just before
left town. Is tea ready, Lena?-because
Miss lugersoll and have been travelling
all day, and are hungry. Jane, show
Miss Ingersoll to her room at once"
| went to my room, tock ps-ny things,
combed my hair, bathed my face, and de-
Iscended to the parlor again. Tea was
waiting, and l sat down with the master
and mistress of the house, treated on
footing Of equality.
Before the meal was over, | found out
for whom the goyerness was wanting.
Mrs. Hillary, very pretty, very bewitching,
was yet shy to degree, and quite unedu-
Gated beyond the eommonest school edu-
cation. 1t was for her, then, the COVER
ness was coming. MIR. Hillary seemed
fond of her, but trife ashamed, too,
whenever she made slip in speaking, or
gauchere in the tea table etiquette; and
the blunders we're frequent, for she was
very impulsive childish little thing, and
as flighty as she was pretty.
Next day she told me her story. She
was the daughter Of small tradesman,
aud not yet seventeen years old. Mr.. Hill.
larry, rich merchant, had seen her "by
chance, the usual way" and had fallen
desperately in love with her black eyes
and pink cheeks from the first moment.
He had married her in the red heat of his
flame, and brought her to this out-of.the-
way place TO be educated and made pre-
sentable to his fashionable friends.
"And l know can never learn half he
wants me to, 'pouted Mrs. Hillary; "dig.
nitv and self possassion and pracefulness