Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1873-08-27

"Miss Opbela," cried she, chow ever
came you here2 Come away directly, Miss,
or I'll call the Doctor"
The girl shrugged her shoulders impa.
tiently.
." | am not afraid of the Doctor said
she. "He is always kind to me. Besides,
he knows that his position as court physician
depends entirely upon my good word with
the king"
Come away, Miss, dear" coaxed the
woman. " You must get 10 bed early, YOU
know, or you won't be fresh when he comes
as may be he'll do tomorrow morning.
THAT is true" said the girl, her dark.
sleepy eyes lighting up. "Yes, Hester,
yes; will come"
And kissing her hand TO Myrtle, with
gay gesture of farewell she skipped away
after the maid.
Myrtle followed her TO the door and
there, pacing up and down the wide hall,
by the light Of a swinging lamp, was a sill
ver-haired woman, with large wax doll in
her arms, over which she bent her head
making an inarticulate cooling sound as she
walked.
"Who is that2" she asked Of the woman
who was leading the passive "Ophelia"
away.
" It's Mrs. Jessup. Poor thing!" she
added, in an undertoue, 81 she thinks that's
her baby as died and was buried thirteen good
year ago. There comes the doctor now"
As Dr. Campington entered, Myrtle Fol-
liott confronted him with pale face.
"Sir," said she wildly, "what place is
this you have brought me to2 A--mad-
house ?"
lie sat quietly down, reckoning her to
an opposite chair, with an air Of quiet au.
thority that she found it impossible to re.
sist.
" You are quite right" said he. at is
what the world calls a mad-house, but we
who are wiser in the history of moral and
mental disease term it sanitary retreat"
But you have deceived me. You ad.
vertised for a companion to an invalid"
Have We not many invalids here ?" DR..
Camplngton asked, with smile. 81 put
it to your own reason and good sense how
many aswers We should get to an ADVERTISE
ment worded thus, Wanted-A Keeper
in Mad-llouse.' Now, Miss Folliott,
see protest and refusal in your eyes. But
take time TO reflect. Your duties will be
light, merely the supervision and compan-
ionship of the two or three refined and
delicate invalids who cannot be entrusted
to the coarse and uncutured attention of
mcnials--your salary double what was
mentioned 10 the advertisement. / will
await your decision tomorrow morning in
this apartment. Betsey" Ito the little
maid who had brought the tea), "show
Miss Foliott to her room"
And in large and airy apartment, with
easements which overlooked the mountain
slopes, Myrtle Follott sat down to decide.
There was something in DR.. Camping
toms calm eye and calmer words that reas-
sured her-the mad-house seeming no
longer to possess terror in her sight.
1--WE have outgrown the superstitious
stage of the world she told herself, !" and
|, in particular, have always prided myself
on my strength of mind. l have--a mis-.
sicn--a thousahd dollars year. With
that sum | could give dear mamma ever
uxuries. Yes-I will stay"
"Well, which is it to he-Yes or Nor
DIR. Campington asked on the morrow
when Myrtle met him, with clear, viole
eyes and looks Of quiet resolve.
q yes"
al thought SO, in fact, knew it,"
said, laughing. "Fcr am rather ply
siognomist in my way, and | read your fac
yesterday"
And Myrtle stayed at Campington Hall,
but she never wrote to her mother that she
was in a mad.house
AZ the end of the quarter, DIR. Camping
ton paid her two hundred and fifty dollars
"Well," said he "have you found it very
hard work."
Myrtle smilingly shook her head.
"On the contrary" said she, IL like it.
"Ophelia is one of the incest girls and
best companions | ever knew, when she
can forget her one delusiou, and"
Yes" said DR.. CampiDgton, and they
all like you. So do l."
Myrtle smiled and confessed DR.. Camp
ington watched her face intently
Miss Follott," said he, you have new
er asked me what nearly every one else
ho'c-N w hoN hatiJ.
Because" said Myrtle, ." | can imagine
the reason. Your standard is high-you
never yet have met the woman to realize it."
You are wrong, then, Myrtle" have
met her. She stands before me now. Myr-
tie, may as well confess the TRUTH have
allowed myself to fall in love with you,
hard hearted man of medicine though am.
VIII you become my wife ?"
And Myrtle answered,
Yes, wil.'
Gracious, grateful and gentle, she pre-
sides over Campington Hall, the sweetest
and happiest of young wives, proud in her
husbands marvellous power of doing coed,
proud in her mothers happiness, still proud
er Of her own success in soothing the jar.
red natures of those in whose minds Reason
sits unsteadily.
!" used TO long for mission" Myrtle
says. -" have found it now"
A young man entered the bar-room OF