Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-08-18
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ences of every day life; but was very
weak and shrank from the idea.
So it came upon me like positive
SURPRISE real blow-when the end of
September arrived, and one morning,
Mrs. -Lothrop entered the room where
her brother and | sat at breakfasts
most unusual proceeding on her part, for
as a rule she never left her chamber be-
fore noon--and with her usual abrupt
ness, said as she came in
81 am not i'll, John, and | am not
mad, so don't starel ! have received
letters from my neice. They sail earlier
than they expected, / shall be IN Paris
in less than three weeks"
i said nothing, though she looked at me
as if she thought | would. Mr. Moulton
began to explain, and she nipped him at
once.
Now don't say oh. and dear me" she
cried; "a goose could do that The
thing am thinking about is ths-I have
been shamefully negligent have found
no place for Mary Howell, though have
tried to do so. and the question is, what
becomes OF her when go"
felt suddenly sick aud faint, but was
determined not TO behave like "A fool, 80
said:
do not mind about me, shall 90 back
to New York. have no doubt can get
q place in a school"
ITO be abused by the head of the estab-
lishment-worried to death by the girls y
cried Mrs. Lothrop, quite in fury with
out warning. at is dreadful to think OF
-disgustingr' Then she turned suddenly
on her brother. and cried, John Moulton,
Zhos ~ ltaI
had looked miserable enough happened
to have glanced.at him-beiore this out
burst, but now he sat the picture of wretch
edness.
My dear Jane, 'said he. II am very,
very sorry, but what
Don't Jane and what me w she doomed
more furiously than ever. "Now | tell
you that"
MY dear Jane" he began again, but
she would not hear word. As for me,
/ was sufficiently occupied in keeping
back my tears, and could think of
nothing to say.
Look at me, Mary Howell :" suddenly
exclaimed this dreadful woman.
Yes" said, family.
You like MISUNDERSTANDING hay
ing-mowing-ploughing-all the rest of
it-and you like pigs-now don't deny it "
cried she. / was so near crying that !
scarcely knew what | answered-quite
frightened too by her manner.
MAYBE, if they were very young
said l.
Good 7" sh> pronounced. John Moul
ton, you like all that trash, also, but I'll
tell you what or who you like better-and
that's Mary Howell I'm not bat, what
ever else l am You have been in
love with her from the day she set foot in
this house-you can't deny it So don t
sit there like an over grown peony and
let her 60 away, when you know you
would be the most miserable man in the
world if she did,"
Before either of us, her listeners, could |
move or speak, Mrs. Lothrop was gone,
and there we sat staring at each other |
Then remembered that ought to 90.
tried to get up. felt so dizzy and faint
that was afraid to stir. The next thing
lieve, (though he began sentences enough |
to fill book all he said was -
"Could you-would you-do you think |
you would mind P"
Well, l married him in fortnight. |
was unmethodical from first to last in the
matter. but have never regretted it. and
he always says he has not either.
Mrs. Lothrop came back from Europe
last year, and paid us long visit. She
laughed at us for pair of ancient turtle
doves, but think that in her odd fashion,
she fully enjoyed the sight OF our happi- |
ness. From PeterSon'S Magazine for
August.