Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-08-03

I
| wish you would flute the ruffles of those
| two Swiss muslin aprons to night, ,Jefue
sha, and run the pink ribbons through
the hem of my white morning wrap
per, so can wear it to breakfast. And
Jerusha, don't forget the lace on my
tucker-the wide Valenciennes you
know
And Mrs Cortland went singing off
to her room, leaving poor Jerusha
enough to do to keep her up until day
light.
Alas how bitter the bread of de
pendence may sometimes be made!
Mrs. Cortland was in very i'll hui
NOR all the next day probably be-
cause Major Rochefort had gone off
riding before breakfast, to be absent
all day, and the white wrapper with
the pink ribbon run through the tucks
was ''love's labor lost"
s'I'm out of all patience with you,"
she said, as Jerusha labOred to arrange
the trimming satisfactorily on her
aunt's white tulle dress. Il never saw
anything so clumsy in my life! l be-
lieve you're crumpling up that tulle
on purpose
How will this do, aunt ?''
Mrs. Cortland caught up the unfor
tunate dress and threw it passionately
into the wardrobe.
Il won't wear the hideous thing"
sBut. dear aunt timidly began
the trembling Jerusha
Look here, JerIsha," snapped the.
illtempered beauty, I've borne with
you just about long enough. You'll
leave me to morrow, and earn your
own living. am tired of maintaining
you in idleness. Do you hear ?''
Then please have your trunk pack
ed, ready for the morning stage. l
have made up my mind and don't in
ten . alter it."
Mrs. Cortland retired, with her bot
tie of smelling salts and her book, to
the bed, to doze away the afternoon.
and try, as she said, Ito recover her
poor nerves, if possible"
And Jerusha? She cried little, as
was only natural, the poor hunted,
scoIded thing; and then she put on
her hat and shawl, and stole out into
the cool strawberries, where the fresh
wind might COO! the fever in her ach-
ing brow.
AS she wandered along through the
green awnings of checkered light and
, shade, tall stalwart figure suddenly
rose up from q rustic seat beneath the
boughs of an overhanging beech
i tree.
'sJerushar'
"Why, Maurice, how came you
here? IL thought you had gone out
riding"
$50 had, but I returned half an
: houre since. What's the matter little
J girl? You have been crying. Nay,
it's of no use denying it; your cheeks
ure flushed, and the bright drops are
shining on your eyelashes yet. Darl-
ing tell me your troubles"
> He drew her close to him as he
: spoke, and poor Jerusha, nervous
! worn and wearied, let her head fall or
2 Major Rochefort's shoulder, and be
gan to cry heartily.
y Then, when the first passion of tears
} had subsidized she told all heir griefs
e and trials.
: "And so you're to be packed off to
c morrow By Jove! but that's a joke, >
cried Major Rochefort, in sort o
/, amused CONSERVATION. "The spiteful
e little yellow haired pussy cat AnC
: she thinks I'm in love with her! You
8 will not leave this place until you leave
n it as my wife, Jerusha."
sBut she will be so angry, Maurice
" 'sWho cares for her anger, my littlt
y love :? Not you, nor 1, am sure
+ But if you prefer the old fashioned
! orthodox course, I'll ask her for yol
), this very night
s '.She is all the guardian 1 have, Mau
e rice, since my mother died"
r very wall, I'll make a formal up
o plication, with all due form and cere
e mony; and when we are once married
my brown eyed lassie, would like t.
: see her or any one else attempt t.
y domineer over you!
d She looked shyly up into his face
How sweet it was to rest her ow
1t weak nature upon the unfaltering Low
e and strength Of his!
" Mrs Cortland marvelously innocer
III and pretty that night, IN toilet of ses
" green Grape, and tremulous fern leave
er dropping from the FURNISHED curls {
h her golden hair; but she could not re
It frain from an indignant stare, whe
Jerusha came in, wearing the blue sill
" ! tEGtHOHC. llcz .DAaCA ldCC al
ut shrank away behind Major Rochefort'
8 portly and good -humored married si'
Sc ter.
es Il don't wonder she tries to hid
,u lierself,' inwardly unused the wido'
b 'sthe pert little hussy! Never minC
she goes to morrow, and that is se
We tied I"
OF Her face softened into the most vii
US ming of smiles, as Major Rochefort a
preached.
ny ''Y on naughty, naughty truant," 81
ur lisped; it is an age since 1 have see
all you"
he 'Only day or two,' said the dow
is right Major. "Will you take my ar
for little promenade, Mrs. Cortland
to have something to say to you"
Mrs. Cortland laid the perfumed ii
air of her gloved hand lightly on his ar
AN and blushed celestial rosy red,' ev
ts- through all her carefully applied rou1
ite The hour was come at last for viii
lite be had schemed and maneuvred for
ant long Major Rochefort's heart a
he fortune were to be laid at her feet
Mrs Cortland" began the Maj
in remarkably straightforward So
the of way 81 want to ask very gre
of favor of YOU"
or Surely" murmured the wido
> ic olanciuO nm at him and thon letti