The Republican journal., 1870-05-19

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elbow upon the mantel, and continued:
II entreat you, Miss, not to feel so badly
over slight mistake, and one to which any
one was liable. 1t is more laughable than
otherwise AS soon as the carriage returns
l will see that YOU are taken safely to your
friends
II thank YOU, sir" she replied, slowly re-
moving her hands and wiping away the
tears; "but if YOU do not know who they
are, how shall | be able to find them? |
know only that my uncle's name is Nathan
Griswald and that he lives in University
Place His carriage was to meet me at the
depot, and | understood the coachman to
say 'Griswald,' but he was SO muflled, and
in such a hurry. that | had no time to qnes-
| ton
A vigorous ringing of the door bell and
he excused himself for moment and stepped
into the hall to meet his sister. Poor June
could hear their notes.-the sister paytully
scolding because she had been SO long kept
waiting in the horrii depot until she was al
bering old hack and closed by standing on
tiptoe, and giving him sisterly kiss.
June could see this through the half-open
door, and felt like a guilty usurper as the
little lady continued to pour forth her COM
plants.
why Fred, you arn't bit glad to see me.
| expected TO be hugged and kissed out OF
breath, rs usual, and | meet YOU with as
formal reception as if you were my grand
ttther-or husbandr And her laugh rang
out as clear rs the notes of silver bell.
But it was suddenly cut short. She had
followed her brother into the reception
room, and started back in astonishment at
the beautiful stranger who sat there with
streaming hair and watery eyes. The timid,
shrinking manner increased the loveliness
of June, and the impulsive Eva stood for Il
moment in mute admiration, and then gasped
out:
''Who is she, Fred ?'
This is Miss -' he began
Tracy suggested June.
Miss Tracy, who, by a blunder of the
coachman, was brought here in your place.
That is why you We're kept waiting at the
horrid depot. "
'Well, l am glad she happened to fall into
the hands of Il gentleman" replied Eva, look
ing up lovingly at her brother.
She welcomed her unexpected guest most
cordial y-madc her feel instantly at home
declared that she would keep her until morn
ng-that until then nothing should be done
to ascertain where Mr.. Griswald lived, and
in the end triumphed, and took her to her
own bright room, that she might arrange her
hair
In the company of the sprituelle Eva.
June soon forgot her yeXatlon, and the late
dinner and the evening passed pleasantly
had almost forgotten her singular entrance
into the family. But now and then q smile
would curl the dark moustache of Fred Bus
well as he thought of his funny mistake, and
how agreeably it had turned OUT and the
tell-tale blush deepened upon June's cheek
as she caught the expression of his eyes, and
revealed that she had not forgotten his over
warm manner of greeting.
To one acquainted with the city and its di-
rectories, the finding Of the uncle's home was
not a difficult task, and after breakfast both,
Eva and her brother escorted her thither,
promised to call soon, and they separated,
mutually pleased.
Uncle Nathan received her kindly but in a
very different manner from Fred Buswell.
He was tall, gaunt grim; Wore old-fashloned
clothes. and a huge pointed collar, that con
stantly threatened to amputatc his ears
With few words he handed her over to the
care of his sister, who fitted her name OF
Prudence perfectly, and was an exact count
erpart of himself clothed in petticoats.
My dear child,' she exclaimed, holding
up her hands in holy horror, ''what Il terri
Bile risk you ran i'll taking the wrong car
riage. The gentleman who called upon Us
| this morning explained the matter, and
never was so much shocked in all my life
| "Mr Buswell is gentleman" returned
June. seeing that some reply was expected
I "Well hem yes, | suppose so. Bu
come up stairs now and take off your things
To think of your being alone with strange
young man. know | should have faint
ed"
June blessed her stars that her aunt knew
nothing of what had really transpred-noth
ing save that mistake had been made
nothing of the warm embrace and kisses
and mentally thanked Fred BusWell for his
reticence
''This is your room, my dear When yol
have arranged your toilet your uncle and
will be happy to see you in the sitting room.
Everything bore the marks OF wealth, bu
was Us antiquated as its mistress. The heavy
tall-posted, old-fashoned iron bedstead, witt
its quaint canopy and curtains, must hav
belonged to the great grandfather OF Mis-
Prudence. 1t contrasted grimly with Thu
pretty French one she had occupied with Ev
Buswell so in fact did everything. But tn
room was large and pleasant; everything
was neat and arranged for comfort, and Jun
soon became at ease and happy. At leas
she would have been if Aunt Prudence ha
not so frozen the Buswells when they called
that there was little danger of their attempt
ing to repeat it.
The truth was, the old maid distruSted tn
good-looking Fred. She could not but owl
to herself that he was gentleman in ever
respect, but, rs she had concluded to adop
June, she was not going to have any horr
man around to persuade her into foolishl
getting married when she intended her to b
the comfort and nurse of her declining years
Henceforth June. with all her life and youth
and lovliness, was to be a sort OF prisoner
never going out save to ride in the oil
barouche of the Griswalds when the weathe
was pleasant, with the stern, yellow face q
Miss Prudence, looking older and more ugl
by contrast with the bright, dove-eyed, gold
en-haired girl who accompanied her DC
casionally they met Eva Buswell and he
brother dashing along in their neat phaeton
surrounded by party Of friends, and Jun
turned away signing, and with difficult
, keeping back the tears But she dared nc
give expression to her thoughts.
The Buswells are nothing to you, m
child-never can be-" said Aunt Prudence
when they CHANGED to be discoursing on
day upon the manner of her coming. The
} did only what was proper under the circum
stances just what your Uucle Nathan and
would have done; but they are frivolous