Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-10-14
Gales and Skttthes.
GETTING IN THE WRONG CARRIAGE.
| ICONCIJDED FROM YESTERDAYS PAP

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plants.
why, Fred, you arn't bit glad to see
me. expected to be hugged and kissed
out of breath, as usual, and NEE. with
as formal Il reception as if You were my
grandtather-or husband" And her laugh
rang out as clear as the notes of sill
Yer bell.
But it was suddenly cut short. She
had followed her brother into the recep-
tion-room. and started back in astonish-
ment at the beautiful stranger who sat
there with streaming hair aud watery eyes.
the loveliness of June. and the impulsive
Eva stood for a moment in mute admir-
alton, and then gasped out:
''Who is she, Fredpn
This is Miss--nhe began.
Tracy" suggested June.
Miss Tracy, who by stupid blunder
of the coachman, was brought here in
your place. That is why you were kept
waiting at the horrd depot
"Well, lam glad she happened to fall
into the hands Of a gentleman" replied
Eva, looking up proudly at her brother
She welcomed her unexpected guest
most cordially-made her feel instantly
at home-declared that she would keer
her until morning, that until then moth
ing should be done to ascertain where
Mr.. Griswald lived, and in the end tri-
umphed, and took her to her own bright
room, that she might arrange her hair.
In the company of the spirituelle Eva,
June soon forgot her yeXation, and the
late dinner and the evening passed peas
antly-had almost forgotten her singular
entrance into the family But now and
then smile would curl the dark nous
tache Of Fred Buswell 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-warnl
manner OF greeting.
To one acquainted with the city and
its directories, the finding of the uncle's
home was not a difficult task, and after
breakfast both Eva and her brother es-
corted her thither, promised to call soon,
and then separated, mutually pleased.
Uncle Nathan received her kindly, but
in u very different manner from Fred
Buswell. He was tall, gaunt, grim; wore
old-fashoncd clothes, and huge point
ed shirt-collar that constantly threatened
to amputate his ears With few words
he handed her over to the care of his
sister, who fitted the name of Prudence
perfectly. and was an exact counter
part of himself, clothed in petticoats.
My dear child" she exclaimed, hold
ing up her hands in holy horror, "what s
terrible risk you ran in taking the wrong
carriage. The gentleman who called up
on us this morning explained the matter
and never was 50 much shocked in al
my life
'"Mr. Buswell is gentleman" replied
June, seeing that some reply was expect
ed
"Well hem yes, | suppose so. But
come up stairs now and take off your
things. To think of you being alone with
a strange young man! | know should
have tainted"
June blessed her stars that her aunt
knew nothing of what had really trans
pired-nothing save that a mistake had
been matchmaking of the warm embrace
and kisses; and mentally thanked Fred
Buswell for his reticence.
"Ihis is your room, my dear. When
you have arranged your toilet, your uncle
and will be happy to see you in the sit
| tingroom.
| Everything bore the marks of wealth
but was as antiquated as its mistress. The
| heavy, tall-postS, old-iashioned iron bed
stead, with its quaint canopy and curtains,
must have belonged to the great grand
father of Miss Prudence. 1t contrasted
| grimly with the pretty French one she had
occupied with Eva Buswell; so, in fact.
did everything. But the room was large
and pleasant everything was neat, and
arranged for comfort, and June soon be-
came at ease and happy, AT least she
would have been if Aunt Prudence had
not so frozen the Buswells when they
called, that there was little danger of then
attempting to repeat it.'
The truth was, the old maid distrusted
| the good-looking Fred. She could not bu
own to herself that he was gentleman
in every respect, but, as she had conclud
| ed to adopt June, she was not going tC
have any holrid man around to persuad,
her into foolishly getting married, wher
she intended her to be the comfort ant
nurse of her declining years. liencefor'l
June, with all her life and YOUTH and love
illness, was to be sort of prisoncr-nevel
going out save to ride in the old barouche
of the Griswalds when the weather was
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Miss Prudence. looking older and more
ugly by contrast with the bright, dove-eyed
golden haired girl who accompanied her.
Occasionally they met Eva Buswell and
her brother dashing along in their neat
phaton, surrounded by party of friends
and June turned away signing, and with
difficulty keeping back the tears. But she
dared not give expression to her thought
1.-The Buswells are nothing to you, my
child--never can be- said Aunt Prudence
when they CHANGED to be discoursing on,
day upon the manner of her coming
''They did only what was proper under
the circumstances just what your incl,
Nathan and l would have done; but they
are frivolous, fashionable people, and the
sooner you cease even to recognize then
| the better"
June thought with smile, of how un
Gle Nathan would look and feel huggino
and kissing Il blooming girl like herself
But she only gave another sigh, though
of what might have been and anwered:
"They were very kind, aunt"
''Yes, | know, and your uncle and
wrote them formal letter of thanks
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