The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-08-17

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or interfere with my children's les
sons. They lost three days last
week for the same reason, and al
their age every lesson is of impor-
tance. It's quite out of the ques-
ton, Miss Elmer-quite out Of the
question, I assure you.
Juliet stood pale and irresolute.
"But mother is dangerously i'll,
madam"
Mrs. Angel turned a new page in
her book and went on reading with
a face of placid interest. Juliet
came a step or or two nearer.
"AIrs. Angel, I mast go to my
mother"
'Just as you please, Miss Elmer;
only ofcourse you understand that
if you go you forfeit yom quarters
salary. I dare say I can obtain
plenty ofgovernesses without moth
ers who take up half their time"
Thealood rushed in hot tide to
Juliet Elmer's brow at this cruel
stab.
'AIrs. Angellp' she pleaded, with
a deep-drawn sob, "AIrs. Angel"
But the lady held up her jeweled
| hand daDrecatinoy1v-
II must beg that there be an end
to this alteration, Miss Elmer"
she said coldly. "You know how
nervous I am, and that a scene is be
yond everything my aversion. Go
or stay, as you pIease-you under
stand my resolution on the sub
ject."
Juliet was silent. For an instant
she was half resolved to rush from
the house, never again to set eyes
upon this hard-hearted, elegantly
attired tyrant.
But then she remembered the
quarter that expired that very week,
thought Of the many necessities
and comforts that the money was
to purchase for her consump.ive
mother-the rent that must be paid
the little debts that were daily
accumulating round their poverty
stricken home; and Juliet Elmer
felt that she was as completely in
Mrs. .Angell's power as If she had
been bound in iron chains at the
handsome brunet,e5 feet.
She threw up her hands in a dep
recating gesture, and then her face
settled into white, accomplishing
pallor.
"Oh, Mrs. Angel, you are very
cruel to me; but God is over us al"
That was all she said, as she went
slowly away towards the school
room, with the strange mechanical
motion of one walking in her sleep.
How long the short December
day seemed! How slowly the tiny
hands of the school room clock
moved over their dial! Juliet
could almost have declared that
they stood absolutely still.
"Are you i'll, Miss Elmer?' ques-
toned little Nina Angel, looking
up as the goterness stopped over
the french exercise book, 'your
hands are so hot.'
"Ill? yes; 1 am heart-sickP' said
Juliet, almost involuntary; then
recoIlecting herself; she pressed her
lips to the childs fresh cheek, muir
muring, "Dear little Nina, may this
trial never come to YOU"
Nina returned the kiss with warm
childlike affection. She was fond
Of the pale gentle governess, who
was so different from her brilliant
mamma.
It was quite dark at five, the hour
at which Miss Elmer was released
from her school-room bondage; and
her hand trembled with nervous ag-
itation as she hurriedly assumed
her shabby outer garments. Nor
was the weather out Of doors at all
reassuming to her stateyof mind
The snow had turned to a dull, driv-
ing sleet, the pavements were as
slippery as glass, and the keen wind
penetrated her thin wrapping with
its first blast. But Juliet was in
too great haste even to think of
herself as she sped hurriedly along,
shrinking from every passer in the
street.
But as she came opposite a brill
liant gas-light the roll of music slip
ped from her hand. She stopped
to recover it.
"Julietl Miss Elmerg
She gazed, white and trembling,
at the MISUNDERSTANDING young
man who had seized both her hands
in his.
"Paul Clay? Can it be possible
that this is you?'
"Why shouldn't it be possible,
Juliet? My dear little friend, who
on earth would have thought of
meeting you In the streets this dis
nal evening? Where did you come
from, and where are you going?
For an instant Juliet had been
back in the bright scenes of two
years ago; this question brought