Beaufort Republican. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1871-1873, 1872-12-05

fore YOU went out /? Is her name"
"Andrews-Mrs. Andrews" l sug-
cested, in my enthusiasm quite forget
full of his horror of the name.
"And she is coming here" he con-
tinued.
eyes, next Monday.
"Well, now, Kate, said he, while his
eyes looked straight into mine, 81 never
want to he compelled to meet man,
woman, or child by that name. So yon
will please bear in mind that while that
woman is an inmate Of this house L
shall take my meals in my own room, or
after you have finished"
"But, john t entreated, ''have you
ever seen this woman? Can it be that
ann reason for this aversion has origin
ated in her?'
"Good Heavens no; What possible
connection do you SUPPOSE Gould ever
have existed between your dress-maker
and myself? I thought you had some
sense, Kate, ft was man who made
me q mononianiac on this subject, so
don't ask any more questions"
didn't ask any more question; and
what was more, I firmly decided tnat my
brother and his freaks were quite beneath
my notice. But did make ready for my
dress maker, dedicating to her use as
pleasant a room as / had in the house
one that knew she would enjoy herself
in when her days work was done, and
she had time to fold her baby to her
heart and rock her to sleep, as [ did
mine, in the dim, beautiful, twilight.
/ Monday morning came, and with 1t
Mrs. Andrews and the little one, the last
a golden-haired, brightfaeed, sylph of a
child, Just a miniature copy Of her moth
er Day after day passed; and, ve1ed
as was with John, I couldn't help en-
joying and laughing heartily at the com:
ical situations he not infrequently found
himself in. It seemed to me that his
principal business consisted in lodging
this poor inofensive little Mrs. Andrews.
She knew had brother, and after the
first day or two gave up wondering why
he did not come to the table. [ knew
il bothered her at first, although she had
too much good sense to put her thought
into words. She was strange woman to
manage: That she appreciated my kind
ness was Yery evident; but no argument
that could use was sufficient to induce
her to sit with me of an evening in the
parlor or library. She was my dress
maker-that she was very anxious to i'm
press upon my mind, much to my
annoyance. The only way could ever
get her to ride with ME was to invent
some excuse for shopping, and instruct
the coachman to drive to the park after
ward. At such times, although certain she
was made happy by the change,yet there
seemed to be always something oppress-
ing her. Once said, pushing her gently
back among the cushions, Il wish you
would try and enjoy this, and get all the
good out of it you possibly can. See
what a good time little Maud is having"
fThat was her baby's name
Il do enjoy it, my dear Mrs Sinclair" ="
she replied very sweetly. AT the same
time | do not like to feel that 1 am neg
lecting your work"
The atmosphere OF reserve with which
she surrounded herself was as impene-
trable as it was incomprehensible. Her
language was choice and cultured, but
she seemed to keep double guard over
herself lest she should be betrayed into
g conversation on other subjects than
dress-making. One evening as L ap-
preached her room intending to sit with
her while, l heard her voice, at first |
thought in prayer, but after second |
stood spell bound, as she recited in tones
| sh.,ll never forget, the following:
81 think we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world Of ours. Had we no hope,
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
or yonder grey, blank sky.we might grow faint
To muse upon eternity's constraint
Round cur aspirant souls; but since the scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop
For few days consumed III loss and taint?
o pusllanimous heart, be cOmforted,
And like cheerful traveller take the road
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
BE bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints? At least it may be said,
Because the way is short, l thank thee, God"
Iwent back to my room and had a
good cry.
Before had half finished servant
entered, saying,
"Mr. John wants to see you in the
library" So down l went, and present
ell myself to my astonished brother with
a face swollen and red with weeping.
"Why, Kate, my dear child what is
the matter?'
"Do you really want me to tell you?'
I sobbed.
"Why, of course I do"
"You never let me speak of her."
continued, burying my head in his neck
"Who is her?" he asked wonderin9ly
"My dress.maker, you know /
And 1 was going on, when he interrupt.
ed me- with,
81 knew you would have trouble with
her sooner or later. You were bound
to- Any body with that name" And
as true as 1 live my brother suddered sc
that I felt myself growing chilly toe
from mere sympathy.
"Oh, it isn't at all what you think,
managed to say and after good many
attempts 1 made him understand the
situation. What was my astonishmen1
: to hear him say,
"Poor little dress maker She has
probably had some great trouble. an
clad YOU have been so kind to her. Il
: my life is spared till tomorrow morning
I will lei you introduce me at breakfast.
: What was the reason, do you think
that 1 never loved my brother in all my
} life as 1 did at that moment and Tho
| great, big, shaggy fellow knew it too
: for he kissed me over and over again
telling me all the while what q good lit
4 tie woman 1 was, and that he was just a.