Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1872-04-11
is very much worse. and have no
.one to leave with her.

worthy person, your mother; but |
am not in any way responsible for her
illness, nor do I see why it should in
convenience me or interfere with my
children's lessons. They lost three
DAYS last week for the same reason,
and at their age every lesson is Of
importance. It's qhite out Of the
question, Miss Elmer-quite out of
the question T. assure you.
Juliet stood pale and irresolute.
"But mother is dangerously ill,
madam"
Mrs. Angel turned a new page in
her book, and went on reading with a
face of placid interest. Juliet came a
step or two nearer.
" Mrs. Angel, I must go to my
mother"
".Just as you please, Miss Elmer ;
only of course you understand that
if you go you forfeit your quarters
salary. I dare say I can obtain plenty
of governesses without mothers who
take up half Their time"
SThe blood rushed in hot tide to
| Juliet Elmer's brow at this cruel
| stab.
Mrs. Angel" she pleaded. with
deep drawn sigh" Mrs. Angel T.
But the lady held up her jeweled
hand deprecatipgly.
II must beg that there be an end
to this alteration. Miss Elmer" she
said coldly. You know how nervous
I am, and that scene is beyond every
thing, my aversion. Go, or stay, as
you please-you understand my rese-
luton on the subject.
Juliet was silent. For an instant
she was half resolved to rush from
the house, never again to set eyes on
this hard-hearted, elegantly attired
tyrant.
But then she remembered the quar-
ter which expired that very week,
thought of the many comforts and
necessities that the money was topur-
chase for her consumptive mother
the rent that must be. paid-the lit
tile debts that were daily accamula-
ting around their poverty stricken
home, and Juliet Elmer felt that she
was as completely in Mrs. Angels
power as if she had been bound in
chains at the handsome brunette 8 feet.
She threw up her b lnds with a
.deprecating gesture, and then her
face settled into white, uncomplaining
pallor.
: "Oh, Mrs. Angel, you are very
cruel to me; but God is over US all. "
That was all she said as she went
slowly away towards the schoolroom,
| with the strange mechanical motion
of one walking in her sleep.
How long that short December day
seemed!. How slowly the tiny hands
of the schoolroom clock moved over
their dali juliet could almost have
declared that they stood absolutely
still.
"Are you i'll, Miss Elmer?" ques-
toned little Nina Angel, looking up
as the governess stopped over the
French exercise book, 'your hands
are so hot, "
Ill? yes; I am heart sick y said
Juliet, almost involuntarily; then re-
collecting herself, she pressed her lips
to the child's fresh cheek, murmunng
dear little Nina, may this trial new
er come to you.
Nina returned the kiss with warm
childlike affection. She was fond Of
the pale, gentle governess, who was
so different from her brilliant mama.
1t was quite dark at five, the hour
at which Miss Elmer W. released
from her schpolroom bondage; and
her hand irembled with nervous agi-
tatiou as she hulriedly assumed her
shabby outer garments. Nor was the
weather out Of doors at all reassnring
10 her state of mind. The snow had
turned to dull. driving sleet, the
pavements were as slippery as.glass,
and the keen wind penetrated her
thin wrapping with its first blast.
But Juliet was in too great haste even
to think Of herself ss she sped hur-
riedly along, shrinking from every
passer in the street.
But as she came oppositea brilliant
! gas light. however, the roll OF music
Slipped from her hand. She stopped
to recover it.
| "Julietl Miss Elmer!'
She .gazed, white and trembling, at
the fashionable looking young man
who. had seized both her hands in his.
Paul Clay can it be possible that
this is you?"
WHY shouldn't it be possible Ju-
[Iliet? My dear. little f'iend who on
earth would have thought Of meeting
you in the streets this dismal even
ling Where did you come from?
rand where are you going?
For an instant, Juliet had been
back in the bright scenes of two years
ago; this question brought her into
the forlorn present. Things had
changed, sadly changed since the
people were won't to laugh at the
pretty prosperous belle and about
Paul Clay's manifest admiration. The
two years that he had spent among
the palm groves and minarets Of Asia
and Arabia had changed the rich
merchants daughter into fatherless
orphan, who earned her daily bread
by going out as a daily governess +
She told Paul these things with
uuiet dignity, as he walked by her
side, CARRYING the little roi of music
as deferentially as if it had been
Queen Victoria's sceptre. How she
longed for litt!s lGore light to see
in his face as she spoks
"Why did not know this? Why
did you not write to ne?" he asked,
in husky tone of voice.
&, W. Ill ,,nt -nou ,vho-o Won