The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1873-08-21
Her Determined Choice.


vey?" said MIR. Wentworth to his house
keeper, as he glanced mp from the morn
ING paper and saw her slowly ana dthbcr-
ately arranging the sideboard and Nping
few mperceptible spccks Of dust from
the glasses
''Ahem ahem Yes, Mr.. Wentworth, if
you please"
well, Mrs Harvey"
lie laid down the paper knowing the
good woman to be usually rather proliN in
| her speeches but this morning She came
suddenly to the point
IT You can spare me, sir, | should wish
| to leave Your service
| TO leave. And Aimtd-AIiss Rochelle
so lately rcturncdn
| 'Why, you see, sir, When Miss Aimee
was at school, and only here during the
| vacation, it was another matter but now
| she has come to reside with You and is
| quite groWn-up young lady
| "Nhat can have occurred, Mrs. Harvey? =?
| had hoped You looked upon my house a.
| Your home
| "Ihank YOU, sir and Mrs Harvey smiled
at the implied compliments land | shall
| be sorry to Inconvenience YOU; but. of
course, Miss Aimee will in future keep the
| keys and give the orders, and | never was
used to have a lady over me be She ever
50 nice; 50, # YOU please, Mr. Wentworth,
| prefer to leave
| 'Cerlainly by all means, Mrs Harvey"
| And it was settled that the housckctpcr
| should resign her trust upon that day
| week
| The pleasant morning room opened by
Il glass door on to the lawn, and trained
around and overShadowing the panes.
| mingled 4 clustering rose and fragrant
| honey ysuckle; but brighter and sweeter
even than they was the fair Young face
which pceped within. Then Aimee Ro-
clelle entered, her hands filled with the
| flowers she had gathered.
''Oh, dear guardy.' She cried, i feared
YOU would coax her to remain -
| Nv hat ! coax a woman, Aimee That
\ is a species of argument would not resort
| to with you; though fear the pleasure Of
your coming home will be lesSened until
we can replace her, for Bridget is young
| and inexperienced But don't trouble
yourself about Mrs. Harvey; Bridget and
| shall get on tamously
| If Mr. Wentworth did not approve of
| the coaxing system, his ward was Of an
| other opinion, for she went into the kitch
en and begged Mrs Harvey to let her
make that days dessert, and also. under
superintendence. some excellent cake, for
| the housekeeper was Justly celebrated,
and She charged Bridget to allow nothing
! in the culinary preparation to escape her
| notice
| And so the week passed on, until, one
morning. Mrs. Harvey's trunks We're all in
the hall, ready corded, and she-her hand
full Of fresh, crisp notes-Was courtcsying
and smiling her way out Of Mr., Went
worth's study.
| ..Ah then,' exclaimed the honest, out
| spoken Irish girl, land may her shadow
never darllen our doors again am clad
She is gone, Miss Aimee, it is yourself |
would rather have any day tor the mis-
| trcss'
.,Iou won't find me Il hard one, Bridget.
| But will YOU do me one favor? Please to
| call me very early every morning, and we
will have i nice breakfast ready tor my
guardian | do not wish him to discover
| the difference in our housekeeping"
| '.mdade, miss, and | Will. But, sure
! the master does not know how little Mrs
| Harvey did after | had been here one
month. Oh-savmg Yer presemce--ehe
was a desaitiul old Jezebrlr
| Aimee rose early, and breakfast was
| ready ut the usual hour, and with pleasure
| She observed her guardian Glance over the
table as She listened to his praises Of their
| achievements
What excellent coffee And really
| Aimee, these biscuits are superior to Nlr7
| iIarvey's'
| Then, seeing him take up his paper, She
| trippcd into the garden for Her morning
| flowers
Dear, happy child" cried Herbert
| Wentworth. as with a sigh, he watched
her hitting, like butterfly. from tree to
tree.
| II only seemed the Other day since he
| had led her away little weeping Girl
from the bedside of her diving father. who
coniidino the Young orphan to his friends
| care. in trust and hope, turned his face to
| the wall and then resignedlN fell asleep
uor,o,, Nn,tuortL vns nj that tinr ,
man Of t,y4ntv-ciuht Nov ten wear, Md
| n,ssed and more than one silver thread
| n,inmlad IN III. d,rl, h,i. and thc child had
hnromr = lovely uirI Of eiohteen
| .JIou shan / hear to bart with her p
| thonlrht IIarLn,.t ..In,y an,l,ra I'LL lo,l,-
onoI hnmn Whom tbn sunshine of hen. nrns-
, ,,io, ~ lnnma,. olaIan. Il .,
Ain,nn rHtnnnI Win hnr flowers b,,t
|
| sonu She was singing, upon observing the
sad grave smile with which her guardian
greeted her
What is the matter, 2uardv? DO YOU
| miss ANYTHING this morning? n she asked
| olancino around the room. her thoughts
| reyerting to her new duties,
YES, Aimee, my morning kiss. | think
YOU have forgotten that lately
She took her flowers and laid them
gently on his lips
This is better than u mortals kiss, for
the moon looked down upon them all
night while the fairies danced around, and
| then hid under their soft leaves, leaving
sweet, dewv kisses there for YOU
Herbert Wentworth opened his arms 10
clasp her, but Aimee had fled away.
Three happv but uneyenttul months
rlided by. The beautiful Aimee Rochelle
| had rejected lovers innumerahlc.
AT jenoth one. more oerseverino than
|