Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-07-24
NUMBER 30.
ouiet. and se,f.foree,ful. that Mas Bar.

quiet. and self-foreetful, that Miss Bar
Dara's severity melted away by de.
grees, and at last she began to love
her attendant, and to try in various
little WAYS to make her cheerful and
contented in her new home.
Alice" said she, one day, as the
young girl sat opposite her before the
fire, '-how old are your"
Not quite nineteen" was the shv |
answer.
And Miss Barbara looked at her in /.
surprise. Not quite nineteen" and
yet so quiet aud dignitied and woman
ly. 1t was almost incredible. Miss
Barbara looked at her again, aud, with
new appreciation in her face, saw
how pure and sweet the fair face looked,
with the sky-blue eyes half-hidden by
the white lids she saw how smoothly
and plainly the brown hair WAS fas tened
back, how neat and trim the dark dress,
how snowy were the cuffs and he mar
row collar, and her heart was filled
with wonder. A girl in the nine teenth
century without ruftie, puff, a
crimp, an overskirt, sash. or a sus
piclon of a pannier about her . Truly,
wonders would never cease. As she
gazed on this rdrd dujS her heart was
filled with pity for poor John, who had
thrown himself away.
"She's Just the wife for him. she
thought "if he had only waited A lit
tie he would have liked her, am sure, -
And then she dismissed the thought
with a sigh. and turned to Alice for
consolation.
As the days went by. Miss Barbara's
heart began to yearn for her nephew.
She loved Alice dearly. but even she
did not take the place of the absent
one. His handsome face haunted her
day and night, and often. as she heard
u sudden noise in the hall or at the
door, she would look up eagerly, half
expecting 10 see him. as she used TO
do.
Il am getting old, she said 10 her
self. Perhaps | was little hard with
hm-my boy. I'll ask Alice
And 50 one night she called Alice
To her, and IS she sat AT her feet in the
freight, rs John had done so often.
she told her all about it. and how she
lonLed to see him again.
Il am getting old, Alice" she said.
Il may die soon, and want TO see my
boy. Perhaps | was wrong about his
wife. Ii would % me no harm to see
them once. Alice"
And Alice answered gently that
perhaps it would be better for them all
10 10 50 hut she avoided her kind
friends eyes. and there was scarlet
Hash on her face that was unusual.
The next day Alice, under Miss
Barbara's directions. wrote little note
to John Barton.
IeH hun 10 come soon. she said ;
AMI Il Alice wrote this Miss Barbara
sat and thought intcntiy for time
her face resting on her han IS. Tell
him. she SAID again, tell him he NAV
bring his wife if he likes-I can at
least see her to please him." And so
the note was written and the messen-
ger despatched
After this decisive step was taken
Mss barbara was IN lutter Of
nervousness all the time. She donned
her richest dress. her most costly cap.
and then sat cXpec.ant, until she heard
Johns step on the stairs. and John
himself came in - Of old. OF course
there were = few inmates during which
they both talked at once, aud then.
when the first excitement was over,
Miss Barbara suddenly grew grave.
where's your wife 2 she asked in
her old grim way.
JyA.. 4Vsv AMI lau- IIIe UeiI. she,
down stairs. told her TO stay till
sen; for her. And then, As the serv-
ant made his appearance, SHOW my
wife up"
Miss Barbara waited quietly.
You will love her q little for nv
sake" pleaded John, as a light foot
step was heard at the door; and then.
greatly to Miss Barbara's surprise.
Alice Worthington came in.
My nephew, Mr.. Barton, Miss
Worthington,' she said then turning
to Alice: Il am engaged now, and
You may be excused"
To her surprise John coollv put his
arm around the waist of his new ac-
quaintance and led her across the room.
Alice Worthington Barton, Aunt Bar
bara." he said and then, with the old
mischief in his eyes: Love her a lit
tie for my sake. please
There are chiIdren's voices in the
great house now. and Jane, who was in
the plot and is now back in her old
place, and Miss Barbara pets them
almost to death, while John, the rogue,
leases his aunt laughingly about the
"doll-baby' TO whom she considered
him sacrificed. But if there is any
one person whom Miss Barbara loves
as dearly as ''her boy" It's the sweet
faced. gentle girl whom that boy mar
ricd. To her mind all feminine graces
and virtues are possessed by johns
wife"
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