The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-02-14


the master does not know how little Mrs.
Harvey did after had been here one
month. Oh-saving your presepce-sh
was decaying old Jesebel!'
Aimee rose early, and breakfast was
ready at the usual hour, and with pleas
IRE she observed her guardian glance
over the table as she listened to his
praise of their achievements.
"What excellent coffee And really,
Aimee, these biscuits are superior to
Mrs. Harvey's."
Then, seeing him take up his paper,
she tripped into the garden for her norm
ing flowers.
Dear, happy child y cried Herbert
Wentworth, as, with sigh, he watched
her fitting, like butterfly, from tree to
tree.
It only seemed the other day since he
had led her away little weeping girl
from the bedside of her dying father,
who, confding the young orphan to his
friends care, in trust and hope, turned
his face to the wall and then resignedly
fell asleep.
Herbert Wentworth was ut that time
man Of twenty-eight. Now ten years
had passed, and more than one silver
thread mingled in his dark hair, and the
child had become a lovely girl Of eight
cen.
How shall bear to part with her ?"
thought Herbert. "How endure this
darkened home when the sunshine of |
her presence no longer gladdens it ?"
Aimee returned with her flowers, but
she had suddenly checked the CHEEKY
little song she was singine, upon observing
the sad, grave smile with which her
guardian greeted her.
What is the matter, guardy? Do
you miss anything this morning ?" she
asked, glancing around the room, her
thoughts reverting to her new duties.
Yes, Aimee, my morning kiss. 1
think you have forgotten that lately
She took her flowers and laid them
gently on his lips.
"This is better than mortal's kiss,
for the moon looked down upon them all
night, while the fairies danced around,
and then hid under their soft leaves,
leaving sweet, dewy kisses there for
you"
Herbert Wentworth opened his arms
% clasp her, but Aimee had fled away.
Three happy but uneventful months
ylided by. The beautiful Aimee Rochelle
lad rejected lovers innumerable.
AT length one, more persevering than
lis rivals, importuned Mr.. Wentworth
or the hand of his lovely ward.
The day he so dreaded had arrived;
lis cherished bud had expanded into a
lower, and other eyes beheld its beau
les, and other hands would fain gather
to transplant it in their own homes.
"This letter concerns you, my child"
aid Herbert to his ward. "It is from
'oung Frank, as he is called. He asks
ny consent to address you, and my in
luence in his favor. He is wealthy }
'ut you, Aimee, will not be portionless.
The money your father has left has been .
yell invested, and when / render mp my
rust"
"Mr. Wentworth" she exclaimed.
never let the subject of money be
AIMED between you and me-"
"Then tell Frank Slater I decline his
fer y
"Pause well, my dear; it is a most o
ligible one. He is of good family, bears \
N irreproachable name" Il
"Do you wish me to marry this young Q
lan?"
She looked up at him, and as she 2
'aited his reply the color in her cheek I
AIDED to an ashen Wilderness. Il
"Yes, for think it most suitable, and {
oubt not you will be happy"
"Happy! Do not mock me with
hat word Y "
Aimee clasped her raised hand as she il
poke, then, casting upon him one re- k
roachful glance, she hurriedly left the T
Dom. n
Herbert Wentworth started. In those n
arsh, impetuous tones he hardly recog- Il
lied the sweet voice of Aimee, nor in a
er wild, despairing attitude her child Il
Ike gentleness. h
"What can it mean ?" he cried, and p
momentsof wondering thought n
e slowly and refectively followed his "
ard to her own little sittinQ-room. tl