The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-10-18
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THE QUAKrEs2Ess.
A STORY OF NEW ENGLAND.
BY MRS. NJ, n, popINsoy
By MRS. NJ. =. ROBINSON.
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
Brother Fred. I stop minute I" Thus
admonished, cur hero paused and waited
for Che owner. OF the goical 10 make he-
pleasure known. Very soon his sister
Jessie stepped from an adjoining room.
She was dressed in her fathers morning.
gown, which ceme down to her feet,
straight and limp, and wae confined to
her waist by cord. A small, round
cape, that she had abstracted from the
housekeepers store, was pinned closely
ABOUT her neck, and on her head was
Rachel Burns drab satin bonnet. She
crossed her hands 80 do;nurely before her,
and looked so comical In the depth Of the
Tour-scoop," aud said, "lfow 'doea thee
like me, friend T" Ia voice so very like
the Quakeress, that Frederick. though he
had got his mouth made up to scold her,
could only laugh.
What is thee doing with my bonnet,
Jessie?" said another voice, close at
hand. Frederick started, and so did
Jessie, who thought it prudent to retreat
behind her brother.
II am afraid my fighty sister has been
in mischief, Miss Burns" he replied, as
soon as he could find the use of his
tongue. "But pardon her. this time,
please; and will answer for it she shalt
not repeat the offense."
MY name iS Rachel; I like not the
prefix Miss" said the goyerness, tran
quilly. "But how can thee fatter thy
self that the child will do better, when
thy laughter hut encourages her folly ?"
she added, fixing her eloquent eyes re-
provingiy upon the young man.
Frederick felt rebuked and lowered in
his own esteem. He colored before the
keen gaze of the Quakeress. !.
II was wrong; I acknowledge It," he
replied, ingenously.
"Then the fault is half atoned for" re-
Joined the fair Rachel, with smile that
more than balanced our hero's momefl-
tary modification; .''and | am. sure that
in Jessie's brother shall, in future, find
an adviser and an assistant in my, no.
easy task of trying to make his young
sisters what he would wish them to be.6
"Not only an assistant, but also q
friend !" exclaimed Frederick, warmly.
"You can depend upon me, Miss Bur-
Rachel" Then, turning to the silent
Jessie, he added, tapping her blushing
cheek: "This Is the last time, puss, that
shall laugh at your pranks, be they ever
SO ridiculous. Miss-Rachel won't scold
you this time, at my particular request;
put mind, Miss Mischief, I don't limit
her forbearaIce in future"
| When the first stone of tho wall of
prejudice is rolled of, it is wonderful how
ao;n the barrier disappears. Frederick
Lambert daily saw something to respect
and admire in the character OF Rachel
Burns. She was SO different from his
ether female aoauaintances, that she was
perpetual study to him. She never
| professed to be anything she was not.
Her straightforward honesty, her natu.
ralness, her unyiclding sense of right,
her manners, so simple and unstudied,
yet so refined and agreeable, and lastly,
her singular beauty, unadorned, but still
fer above the influence of the u;.aacom-
ing surroundings, were, combined, fast
becoming magnet powerful taough ~
draw the Quaker costume and the Quaker
idiom within its charmed circle.
Jessie and Fanny improved rapidly.
both in mind and manners. Kind, but
firm gentle, bnt resolute; familiar, but
| dignifed, tho Quakeress soon obtained
an ascendancy over the giddy girls, whose
chief faults consisted of too great love
Tor play and a dislike to wholesome re.
straint. Rachel Burns did not treat her
pupils as children, but az miniature
women. She appealed to their self
respect; she reasoned Will them, s:.o
showed them the deformed picture of Ig-
norance and the beautiful picture of Wis
dom; she made study pleasure, not O.
labor. And che had her reward Jessie
and Fannie soon learned to love her bet
ter than any one else in the world, ex-
cept their father and their brother Fred,
who, as he had promised, proved "a sai-
liable auxiliary to the young governess.
"Why don't you sometimes wear n
prettier dress, Rachel7" asked Fanny.
one day, as the three we're sitting to-.
gether, sewing. "S;ster Belle says you
have fine figure, and it il pity you
hide it in that gray gown"
"Fine feathers make fine birds, nv
Jessie. Thee would not have me lcok
like bird, would thee?" said Rachel,
patting the lady's rosy cheek with her
thimhied finger.
"And Eta says she knows your hair
would curl beautifully, if you would take
pains with it, and not put it back so
straight and smooth" continued Jessie.
"Cnrls are for dolls; thee would not
make me look like dol. would thee ?,'
answered Rachel, with an arch smile.
"And brother Fred. says" added Fan
| oyt SnS0NaA5Su W or.oio puCCCc9t sutiL
you have a very handsome neck, which
he earnestly wishes you wouldn't take so
much pains to cover up. Why do yon,
Rachel? Sisters Belle and Eta wear
low.necked dresses"
"Does q pretty dress make thee any
better9" asked Rachel, amused at hei
earnestness.
"No, but it makes me feel better" re.
piled Fanny naivCiy.
.I expect" she added, after q siiori
pause, turning abruptly TO Miss Busns
"thatyOu are Quakefes5 ?n As
"Yea, child, the women of my sect are
thus designated. But why does thee
! ask ?" inquired Rachel, quietly continu.
ing her sewing.
:. because was thinking of Brother
Fred.," puFsed Fanny. 30 dear / CAM
thread my needle everybody thread.
needles quick but MAJ
Another pause, in which the younf
seamstress had . struggle with the shin
! ing point of sseel.
, ssfhee VIZ, speaking of thy brother
Jessie," suggested the governess, will
more interest than she had manifested.
80 was Well, brother Fred. is (,
marry Quakeress. J. expect he ism
: much pleased, for he never likes us I.
speak Of it. You sec her father and onl
father are very old friends. and sean I.
ne giadHer about It than he is.n
, sHoW does she look, Jesaie--as dor
asked Rachel, without raising her eyes
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