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

1t was one of the bitteFest of all
December's bleak and bitter days.
The white fingers of the driving
snow were tapping sharp and furi-
ously at the crystal surface of the
plate glass windows; the wind
shrieked piteously through the keen
and piercing air; and the thermom-
eter in the hall was rapidly lowering
its crimson vein towards zero.
ats dreadful cold!" unused Mrs.
Angel, as she sat with one slipper
ed foot on the fender, and her finger
ornamented with two emerald rings,
a diamond and gaudy, regarding
between the leaves of her book. 81
am glad l am not compelled to be
out of doors on such day as this"
And she looked complacently
round at the elegantly furnished lit
tie boudoir where she sat. A hand
some octagonal room, its walls pan
nelled in pink, velvet and gold, with
a heavy tracery OF gold vine leaves
around the ceiling by way of cor
nice, it had all the charms of novel
tv. The fire heaped high with coal
kept up low cracking sound; the
scarlet-winged lory swung to and
| fro in the ring of his cage between
the curtains, an asthmatic little poo
die nodded sleepily on the hearth
rug.
Mrs. Angel herself was a plump,
pretty brunette of about thirty,
with hard brilliant black eyes; hair
| brushed in the fashionable style,
away from q square, low forehead;
and lips that, although rather thin,
were of the brightest vermillion.
Her dress was an elegant negligee;
and her hands were miniature jewel
stands for the display of expensive
rings.
.!Mammar"
She looked up quickly and held
out her arms as a rosy girl of about
nine, the fac-simile on a small scale,
of herself, came bounding into the
room.
''What is it, Nina, mama's little
pet?"
'It's Miss Elmer, mama. She saws,
could she see you for q moment?''
cit is ten O'Clock, my child; your
lessons should have begun long
ago"
"But Miss Elmer just come, ma.
ma"
The handsome olive brow con.
trasted ominiously.
Tell Miss Elmer that / will SEE
her"
Little Nina tripped away to deliv
er her message. a minute after
wards there was q low tap at the
door, and Juliet Elmer the daih
governess entered.
She was a tall, gracefully formed
I girl apparently about twenty-five o
0 three wears of age, dressed in blacl
that had evidently hidden adieu I,
e its best DAYS sometime since. Gen
erally she might have been rathe
= pale, but there was a deep. vivi,
y carmine spot on either cheek ius
now, that told of the recent agita
ton or excitement. Her eyes Wer
of the deepest hazel, large an,
LIQUID, and her hair was of a war;
sunshiRy brown. But it was he
mouth, red and sensitive and mobil
that constituted her best feature
every emotion that stirred the SUI
face of her mind seemed mirrore
in the unconscious movement of he
lip"
Il am surprised, Miss Elmer" bC
gan Mrs. Angel, after she had re,
Of ognized the goYerness's presence b
Of a stiff inclination of her heaC
''Nine is your hour, and here it
after ten, and not a lesson con
meRced. Nina call your little brotl
er and sisters imme diately, aud te
them to proceed TO the schoolrOon
sufficient time has already been los
She opened the book once NOR
\ as if to dismiss the subject and Il
y governess together; but Miss Elmt
. Still stood by the door, nervousl
IL playing with the shabby strings
her Grape bonnet.
tt. ''Mrs. Angen," she said, in a 10