The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1873-09-09
Miss FolIlOtt's Mission.

Miss EOlllOtts MISSION.
8. Did you ever see a field lily, tall and
slender and graceful? J.? Then you know
how Myrtle Folliott looked in her deep
mourning dress, waxen white complexion
and liquid gray eyes, as she stood at the
window, waiting for the rumble of the
omnibus wheels, en- route for the depot,
while, close at her side, heavy.eyed
widow resolutcy endeavored to keep back
the tears.
1T will not be for long, mamma, dear,
said Myrtle, encouragingIy, and Mrs. Fol-
lott answered bravely:
No, darling, it will not be for long,
And only think, mamma went on
Myrtle, cheerily, Il am to have five hun.
dred year, and six weeks vacation in the
summer season, and all the duties am to
perform are being companion to an in.
valid. You don't know how rich | feel,
mamma, dear! And shall send you a
check for tho very first quarterly paymon,
| receive for what do | need Of money,
mamma, with my nice new outfit of dress.
es p
Mrs. Foliott sighed softly. A situa.
tion for Myrtle had been the most earnest
desire Of mother and daughter for the past
six months--ever since Colonel Fordycc
Foliott's death had left them compare.
lively pcnniess-but now that it had ac.
tually come, by means of newspaper ad-
vertisemcnt that Myrtle had valiantly an.
swered, she felt vague sense of coming
danger and misfortune, which was mex.
plicable even to herself.
But Myrtle's brave heart never tagged
Only think, mamma, how lucky l am,
she said. Il do think my favorable star
is in the ascendent And I'll try sc
hard to do well and keep the situation
And you must be sure and write every
week, mamma, and tell me all about the
birds, and Persia the cat, and lame Tom.
my Nolan, and--but here comes the ON
nibus =
A long, loving embracc-a fearful part
ipg-aud the moment, so long dreaded by
both, was over. And the future had be.
gun for Myrtle.
The first page of the volume was sim
pie enough long, dusty journey by rail
numbering stage-ride afterwards, int
the very heart OF the grand old Shawan.
guuk Mountains. And as the purplish
tingcs Of twilight were beginning to settle
down in the gorges, the stage stopped.
Gross. Roads for Campington Hall
called out the driver, hoarsely. Now
then, Miss, look alive. There's car
riage waitin''
Miss Folliott? ? said the charotcer o
this latter equlpage, respectfully touching
his hat.
Please, Miss, DR.. Campipgton sent mi
down here to meet you.
DR.. Campington " Myrtle repeated
%, to be sure, as it flashed upon hel
mind that DR.. Campington must of course
be the medical attendant of her invali(
patroness. is it far?'
No Miss-a matter of two miles o
more
Two miles, Myrtle leaned wearil
back in the carriage, and drew down he
vail to conceal the drops that stood in he
eyes.
IF | could only kiss mamma just once
she thought. Dear mamma she is sit
ting down to tea now, with Persia curle
up at her feet--aud how lonesome sh
must be-.
1t was sad and desoate ride 10 spit
Of the sublime scenery that spread itseli
like panorama, on either side of her
and Myrtle Folliott could not but rejoic
when the man said:
There the fall, Miss.
1t was square and rather gloomy
looking structure of gray stone, s.andin
on height, with a terraced walk extent
ing along its whole front, and pair {
stiff, stone urns guarding flight Of sha
low steps.
What large house = she involuntaril
exclaimed.
Yes, Miss, it is large, said the driver
we've had fifty patients there at time
Again Myrtle stared, and again h
ready wit suggested solution Of the diff
Guilty. Was it not possible that this lad
for whom her services were secured WI
an inmate of Water Cure or 'Hygeii
Home some such retreat for the ailin
1t was nos so pleasant, but
Miss Folliott p spoke cheerful voic
Pray let me assist you to alight, | a
Doctor Campington.'
And tall, middle aged gentleman wi
a high, ,Shakespearean brow and moustac
, slightly grizzled-who led the way into
pretty octagon study, or reception roo
with red carpet, crimson curtains, a
walls lined with books, whose guild
bindings reflected the chcery blaze of
open wood fire.
Pray be seated, Miss Folliott,' he sa
The servants will bring you some tea
rectly, and when you are little rest
aud refreshed, my housekeeper, M
Bland, will show you to your ROOM
And he left the apartment before M,
tie could ask the eager questions viii
were trembling on her lips.
Presently maid came in with tr
containing cold fowl delicate French re
and a small china pot of fragrant te
aud while Myrtle was enjoying her rep
with an appetite of eighteen, tap ca
to the door, and tall slight girl, all
white, with wreath Of flowers in
hair, glided in.