Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-08-21
Miss EoIlfOrt,s Mission.

Did you.eyer see a field lily, tall and
slender ard graceful Then you know
how Myrtle Foliiott looked in her deep
mourning dress, waXen white complex
ion and liquid grey eyes as she stood at
the window, waiting for the rumble of
the omnibus wheels, en- route for the de-
pot. while, close at her side, heavy
eyed widow resOlutely endeayorcd to
Keep back the tears. FIX.
1T will not he for long. mamma,
dear, " said Myrtle, encouragingly, and
Mrs. Folliott answered bravely:
'sNo, darling, ii viii not be for long -
land only think, mamma, went ON
Myrtle, cheerily, u am 10 have I'VE hun
dred a year, and six weeks vacation in
the summer season, and all the duties
am to perform are being companion to
an invalid You don't know how rich !
feel, mamma, dear And. | shall send
you check for the very first quarterly
payment | receive for what do | need
of money, mamma, with nay nice new
outfit of dresses ?" l'. ..--..
Mrs. Folliott sighed softly A situa-
ton for Myrtle had been. the most ear
nest desire of mother and daughter for
the past six mOnths-eVer since Colonel
FordvCe FOlliott's death had left them
comparatively penniless-but now that
it had actually come, by means OF a
newspaper advertisement that Myrtle
had yaliantly answered, she felt a vague
sense of coming danger and misfortune,
which was ineXplicable even to myself
Bat MyrtlG's brave heart never tagged
''OnlY think, mamma. how lucky |
am. =" she said. Il do think my favor
-, +1,a ooo,IE1pr rt A nd Iili
try so hard to do well, and keep the sit
uation And YOU must be sure and
write every week, mamma, and tell me
all about the birds and Persia the cat
and lame Tommy Nolan, and-but here
comes the omnibus :"
A long, loving embrace-a fearful
parting-and the moment, so long dread
ed by both, was over. And the future
had begun for Myrtle. ..-.-.. .........
The first page of the volume was sim
pie enough-a long, dusty journey by
rail, a numbering stage-ride afterwards,
into the very heart of the grand old
Shawangunk Mountains. And as the
purplish tinges of twilight were begin
ming to settle down in the gorges, the
stage stopped. ..Esy
"Cross-Roads for Campington Hall -
called out the driver, hoarsely. ''Now
then, Miss, look alive, E'There's a car
riage waitin, ~ .a<'.'.t t..... ..>...
"Miss Folliott 2'' said the eharioteer
of this latter equipage, respectfully
touching his hat. .... --.-s... .s.. -.
please, Miss DR.. Campington sent
me down here to meet you" s..'..
cdr. Campington - Myrtle repeated.
go, to be sure, as it flashed upon her
mind that Dr. Campington must, of
course, be the medical attendant of her
invalid patroness. SIS it far ?" III. -.
''No, Miss a matter of two miles or
more" -.:ss.s. .....s ....... =,
esTwo miles.' Myrtle leaned wearily
back in the carriage and drew down her
vail to conceal the drops that stood in
her, eyes. ',..-t .-..tsI.< .<.ss#..
sIf / could only kiss mamma just
once" she thought. ''Dear mamma !!
she is sitting down to tea now, with Per-
sia curled up at her feet-and how lone
some she must be.
1t was a sad and desolate ride spite of
the sublime scenery that spread itself,
like a panorama, ON either side of her;
and Myrtle Folliott could not but rejoice
when the man sal: : L..5E ..-... Z.
s'Theres the Hall, Miss. -.-.. &ssf-.t.
It was a square and rather gloomy
looking structure of gray stone, stand
ing ON a height, with a terraced walkex-
tending along its whole front, and a pair
of stiff, stone urns guarding flight of
shallow steps.
.4What a large. house!" she inyoiun-
tarily exclaimed. .fs-.,t ...'.t... IS.
.'Ies, Miss, it is large" said the driy-
.er 'FWe've had fifty patients there at
a time Ie.Es. ,'.eti.a,
{. Again Myrtle stared, and again her
ready wit suggested a solution of the
difficulty. Was it not possible that this
lady for whom her services were, secured
was an inmate CT s'Water-Cure,," OF
.sHygeian HoTae,'' some such retreat for
the ailing. 1t was not SO pleasant, but
e.sAIiss Folliott p spoke a cheerful
voice. 'sPray, let me assist you to
aHght. j am Doctor Campington.
And tall, middle-aged gentleman adj
vanced down the steps--a- gentleman
with high, Shakspearean brow and
mustache slightly grizzled-who led the
way into pretty octagon study, or re
ecption room, with a red carpet, erin
son curtains, and walls lined with books,
whose ghded bindings reflected the
CHEEKY blaze of an open Wood:fre. $