The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1871-01-26

on her, yielding to the childish whlms,
and shutting out everything youthful
and beautiful from her sight.
"Playing household angel" Marga-
ret said.
"Working for grandma's fortune of
old shoes and worsted stockings" Let.
tie cruelty added.
"Doing her duty by the faithful wo.
man who had taken the three mother
less children into her heart, and filled
the lost ones place 50 far as God per.
mitted," her own heart said, and stead
lily she worked on.
The first of May brought invitations
to the last ball at the Bosworth house,
and while the two elder sisters laid
out their flnery, Janet folded her tiny
missive and hid it eway next to her
heart, as sacred bit of paper, bearing
Austin's firm, broad chirography upon
it.
That night grandma was very i'll,
and when Margaret and Lettie 1u,tored
in with their gay dresses, Janet met
them. and almost forcibly put them out
of tho room.
81 beg you girls TO have a little res
pect for poor grandma-she is very i'll
tonight"
"Nonscnse Don't be a fool, Janet
anybody would think she was dying"
II believe she is.''
Their reply came in q violent slam
of the door, and Janet was left alone
with her patient
The hours dragged YEARLY. and
overcome by her long, slecpless watch
es, Janet fell fast asleep.
Two hours later she awoko with d
start, and III IN instant she saw that
dread change visible in graudma's face
Like one in dream, she walked to
her fathers door and awakened him.
"Father, grandma is worso---I be-
icve her dying. You must go 10 DR..
Bernc. You will find him at the ball.
Go quickly ~
She went back and sat there, wearily
waiting for something--for a sound, q
sign from tie dying. woman; but none
came. Slowly but perceptibly the lines
settled around the pleasant mouth,
and the dark shadows crept over her
placid face, but no sound issued from
The pale lips.
Janet bent her head. There was q
faint luttcr-no morc-and she claspcd
her hands. Would grandma dio there
before her eyes, and never speak a
word?
She caught the cold hand in her own
md cried aloud
"Grandma! speak to me! speak to
'our little Janet! Don't you hear me,
But grandma heard nothing. The
hillness of death had settled down,
md even as she knelt there her breath
led, and Janet was alone.
She understood it all when she arose,
md she sank back half fainting in the
near the bed.
"Janet. my poor darlihg!"
She lifted her head. Austin Bos-
worth was leaning over her.
"My little girl, why did you not send
word to mo to night, and let me share
your sorrowY"
"You, Austin ?"
eyes, have I not-Ah, forgive me
This is no timo or place. l missed you
IS / have always missed you, but
hought it was your own pleasure to
emain at home. When your father
anne in with white, frightened face,
nd whispered to DR.. Bernc, l knew
'ou were in trouble. l came at once,
md, jamie, Ishall not again leave you"
She knew his meaning, and did not
'ut him away when he held her close
4 his arms and drew her into the par
Or.
Margaret and Lettie, coming in with
heir faces horror stricken, saw him
olding her in his arms. her tired head
esting YEARLY upon his shoulder, and
ie proud Lettie sald: Ii
"Mr. Bosworth-I am surprised p
"You need not be. This is my priv
ege, now and forever"
Three days after they gathered in
nat same parlor to hear grandma's
lst will and testament read. After !,
ONE little directions, it said:
"And to my beloved grand daughter,
anet Leeds, 1 bequeath the Holmes
state, together with my entire stock of
rniture and money, amounting to ten
lousand dollars" |,
Janet's father smiled upon his aston
he'd and crest-fallen daughters.
"It was mothers whim! She never
esired it to be known. Therefore you