Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-09-20
"a young lady, Rose 2"

DIR. Redmond arose as the colored
servant disappeared, and went into his
office where a sweet, low voice ad-
dressed him as he closed the door.
'You are DIR. Redmond?"
lie bowed and took his customary
seat.
81 am troubled about my throat, DR..
Redmond, and as my living depends
upon my voice, l am more than anx-
ious TO know if am seriously threat
ened."
He listened, as if half familiar with
her tone, her face, then the momentary
personal interest merged into custom
ary professional solicitude.
'Iou are a singer, them Tell me
the symptoms, please"
''Oh, no, l can not sing, but use my
voice almost as much as If | were.
am teacher-I used to be a nursery
governess in Mrs. st. Symington's
family, and came to you because
once saw you there"
4 sudden remembrance rushed over
him now he knew the cause of that
sad, momentary, half recognition. And
this was the pretty, startled little girl,
whose blue eyes and sweet dropping
mouth had haunted him for months
after he had seen and pitied her in her
confusion, that January night year
agone almost.
Involuntarily DIR. Redmond smiled.
81 remember-Miss Agincourt. And
now you are teaching?"
She smiled in answer to his courteous
friendly way.
'Teaching-and very hOarse at times
with a continuous aching sensation in
my throat and tendency to cough" "
Her accurate description of her symp-
toms at once turned the current of con-
versation; and when, twenty minutes
later, Bertha Agincourt left the office
with tiny package of powders in her
muff it was with new strange light
shining in her eyes.
''How good he is. He seems like a
friend have always known"
Guy Redmond's brown eyes watched
the slight, graceful figure past the
window.
Poor child in six months che will
not speak above whisper for all future
time, | wonder what she will do?"
Gradually the acquaintance, at first
purely professional, ripened into per-
sonal friendship; then into warmer in
terest. until on the day when Bertha
heard her fate from DIR. Redmond's
kind, pitiful lips they had grown to be
very near TO each other.
s'This huskiness permanent. never
speak again, o, DIR. Redmond, don't
tell me that" she walled forth her
complaint so piteOusly, as she listened
with blanching cheeks and quivering
lips.
lyon know that have done all that
lies in human power to do, Bertha.
You know il hurts me TO see you take
it so to heart, child, and yet | am not
sorry"
He was looking carefully at her
"Not sorry! Not sorry that | am
worse than useless until | can learn
another way of earning my bread. oh,
DIR. Redmond, thought thought
He had both her rebelliOus hands in
his now, and was half-smiling in her
fearful face.
"You thought what, Bertha l know
YOU never have thought what L have
what am thinking nOw-what darl-
ing lutte wife you are going to be for
me. You will be, wont you dear?
His wooing was quiet, but so intense
that its very solemnity startled her.
His wife-she-his wife! The raptu-
rous tears welled to her eyes.
''Oh, DIR. Redmond :"
"Never but Guy in the future Bertha
Kiss me darling, and tell me you do not
regret giving up your school to teach
me how to be better man. Little
Bertha, l will make you very happy, II
L may! May II"
And her breath almost hushed with
ecstacv. the lonely, brave little girl ac-
eepted. The heaven of happiness she
dreamed of, she had never dared think
would be her own,
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"You will go down to dinner, then
to-day, dear? If you knew how muci
better you were looking, and now
Rertie and Ora are clamoring for you.
DIR Redmond caressed the delicate
check of his wife as she leaned against
the lined cushions of the easy chair
pretty, fair as five years ago, when she
had married him.
She smiled as if i'm indulgence OF hi'
proud tenderness.
81 wonder whether the children ol
mana is most anxious should go down
Confess, now, Guy, you begin to Dc
ie.lous of this little strangers monop
oily of my time"
She touched the pink palm OF a we'
habv living Graded in a low-canopiee
crib at her side, and spoke in low
bushed whisper, that had grown 10 o'
very sweet and melodious to her nus
hands ears-that other people though
a dreadful affliction, while they won
dered how well Mrs. Redmond pore IL
The doctor leaned over ana kiSSe'
his boy, then the mother.
.I do not think even young "u!
.o;ncourt could make me jealous, dea'
hut do want you down stairs to-oay
Among other reasons, it is time yo'
IL Il tho acquaintance of the children
nurserymaid, who came the day pau.
did. haven't seen her once, ana an
snre If it had not been for cousi.
anu,e,s attention, Mrs. Greyson-that
her name-would have oeeh 'i-
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