Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-11-21
there was moisture in Lansing's eyes,
too. Mine brimmed over, | am GER

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too. Mine brimmed over, | am GER
tain"
Mrs. Lansing held up warning finger.
James," said she, beware! Don't
90 to following the example Of all the
fashionable uncles by falling in love with
Tessa and Gertrude's governess.'
"All right said Raymond. Fore
warned is forearmedp'
And having already mortgaged his
heart to a little golden-haired lass in
New jersey, he adhered to his word.
Three months afterward, Mrs. Glyn-
don read the death of g Laura, wife of
George Lansing" in the papers.
Good" said Uncle Josiah. Myra
will be thrown out of her fine situation
now; but she need not come to me for
helpl I'd not raise a finger to keep her
out of the gutter!'
But Myra did not come to her Uncle
Josiah; and Herewith the good, Christ
ian gentleman was greatly disappointed.
Two years elapsed before uncle and
niece met again, and then only by mer-
est chance. Mr.. Glyndon was waiting
for chance to cross Broadway, when a
bright face flashed before his vision.
ooh, Uncle Josiah, how glad | am to
see your :.
"Humph! humph! How do you dor
snarled the broker, reluctantly, putting
forth hand that felt cold and fabby as
a fish, "What are you doing now?"
Myra's deep brown eyes sparkled mis-
chievously.
81 ana in very good situation now,
uncle; house-keeper to a gentleman OF
means"
"Humph! humph! A sort of upper
servant, ell ?"
eve are all servitors in this world,
Uncle JOSIAH
"Pshaw?'
"Will you come and see me?"
"No, l won't"
So Mr.. Glyndon lodged across Broad
way, and left his niece to her own de-
vices.
y x X
Mr.. and Mrs. Glyndon, figuratively
speaking, were in their best bibs and
fuckers. Mr.. and Mrs. Glyndon had
been invited to dine with their family
lawyer, at the house of a rich banker,
one George Lansing by name.
I" It's the place where our Myra went
as governess," said Mrs. Glyndon.
"Don't call her our Myra, if you
please" said Mr. Glyndon, frigidly.
Have you got your diamonds on, Mrs
Glyndon? And the old lace | brought
from Belgium? That's right. When I
go among the aristocracy, | like my wife
to aDpear as a lady,"
The bankers house was stately and
elegant in the EXTREMIST degree-the
bankers guests were served from gold
plate, decorated china, and glass of the
silver diamond pattern, while grave
men in black waited on them, and a
huge silver epelgne, heaped high with
fruit and flowers, occupied the center of
the table, And to Mr.. Glyndon's ex-
IRENE surprise, the lady who was seated
in the drawing room when he entered,
dressed in blue MORE and pearls, was
his niece, Myra.
"AlloW me to present Mr.. Glyndon,
my love-" said Mr.. Lansing. Mrs.
Glyndon, Mrs Lansing"
"Eh?" gasped Uncle Josiah, Juggling
at his neck-tie
1CS, oetIO W VIA, eilOlOuShIy CuJCy
ing her worthy relatives discontinue.
e told you was house-keeper, Uncle
Josiah, and so am. But keep house
for my husband
"Well, [ declarew said Aunt Deborah
And, before the other guests arrived
Myra told the pretty little romance of
her life; how for a year after the first
Mrs. Lansing's death the widower trav-
eled in Germany, while Myra remained
in charge of his motherless girls; and
then, seeing how truly they were devot-
ed to their young governess, and how
dearly Myra loved them in return, be
asked himself what was the necessity of
their living apart?
And uncle and aunt Glyndon fell down
and worshiped before the rising star Of
Myra's fortunes.
Il always knew Myra was girl of
genius" said Aunt Deborah. And I'm
Gle Josiah entirely agreed with her.
And SO, through her great trial, Myra's
little romance ended in triumph.