Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1871-12-09

1t was brilliant March DAY, lust
ten years after the dreary night
when Mrs. Elmer had died. and Ju-
liet was sitting-a fair blooming
matron-in the superbly furnished
drawing room of her home in Bel
gravia, with two or three golden
haired children playing around her
teet. The eldest, lovely child of
seven, leaning against her shoulder,
with one hand playing with the dia-
mond arrow that sparkled in her
dark tresses, had blue, wistful eyes
ike Paul Clay's; the others were
like her-dark and rosy.
Mama, don't want a governess,
pouted little Paul. Il had rather
study with you"
"But mama has not time to hear
your lessons" said Juliet smiling.
And Aunt Rosa thinks you win
like this lady very much"
EWhat is her name?"
II don't know, my dear boy; she
wlll be here in a minute"
Asshe spoke, the door was thrown
open, and Mrs. Clay rose with a gen.
tie, reassuring smile to greet theap-
plicant for the situation of COVER
ness, who advanced slowly ina
dark-eyed, haggard woman, with
hollow. cheeks and a dress of worn
black silk. She started back as her
eyes met Mrs. Clay's sweet features.
"GoOd heavens! 1t is Juliet FL
mer."
And Juliet knew that she was
standing face to face with the wild
ow of John Angel, the bankrupt
broker, whose suicide had been q
nine days wonder in the city, but a
few months since.
The moment for Juliet's revenge
had come. AS she stood there look
ing at the wan, haggard widow, the
past seemed to rise up before her,
as if it had been but yesterday-the
trials and woes, the agony, that she
had lived down and well nigh for
gotten. All, times were far differ
ent with her now.
Mrs. Angel cowed and shrank be-
fore Juliet's clear, calm eye, as if she
expected scathing rebuke-as scorn-
full dismissal. But as Juliet saw her
white cheeks and worn features, a
heavenly pity came into her heart,
soft as the tlutterings wings of the
white dove, peace; and she felt no
sensation but the mildest compass
sion towards the woman who had
once trodden her heart in the dust.
"Sit down." said she, gently
drawing forward a chair. You
must be very weary"
"'Gou-you will never engage me
for your governess!n faltered Mrs.
Angel, tasting now in all its bitter
nes, the cup she had once held re-
lentlessly to Juliet's lips.
''Why should L not?" asked Juliet,
calmly. 1.-The children are quite
ready for their first lesson, Mrs.
Angel"
And she never alluded, by word
or glance, then or at any other time,
TO the melancholy past. But when
Mrs. Angel took her leave that
night, she bent aud pressed her lips
almost passiOnately to Juliet's hand.
''If you had turned me away |
must have starved" she murmured
incoherently. "But YOU have fer
given me. Oh, it is only just that /
should suffer nowr'
When little Paule came TO his
mothers side that night to learn his
daily Bible verse from the treasured
volume on her knee, she turned the
leaves over with grave, absent
face.
- Mamma" said the little fellow,
checking her hand, "yOu have lost
the place. My last verse was in
Psalms"
al know il, Paul but here is an
other verse that l wish TO learn to-
night, and remember as long as you
live"
And the boy, bending towards the
words indicated by his mothers
slender finger, read in low, revent
tones:
. Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven