Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-05-01


immeuse block eyes that seemed to be
| peerihg fDs(n from IN extremely active
intelligence With . suspicious vigilance
that 70 Anyways really formidable.
II had hoped she would have resem-
bled her father" thought Amy. despair
ingly. II He Mr.. Rainor. But this
child Is Mn. Edgeley in miniature.
What shall ! do with herr"
Little Mis- Martha, clinging devoutly
to her father, received her new COVER
ness as she would have received the gift
Of some wild and unknown animal,
whose claws or talons or teeth 1t were
we'll to beware of.
Mr.. Rainor, glancing at his watch,
found that he was too late to 60 through
| the rooms and look over schoOlbooks,
as he had intended; but he said, kindly,
as with Martha's fond assistance he was
putting on his overcoat to 90 down
town, you will examine the ground to-
day, Miss Jennings Matte will assist
you. There will probably be some
things that you willwant. Perhaps you
had better make out a list, and give it to
me this evening""
This evening! Would it ever come?
Had it really come at last after 81 the
longest, longest, longest day" that Amy
ever spent? She made this mental d.
airy of the small eternity:
after breakfast Mr.. Rainor went,
and with him every bit of sunshine out
Of the gloomy house. And even his sun
shine is all in his voice. His face is
grave enough, and his hair is gray. He
is older than my brother, l think, and
must have been nice years ago when he
was young. He is nice no,c, for he has
kind heart.
"Then we went to the school-room-
oh, what dreary place!-and afterward
to my bedroom, and to Martha's bed
room; no better. What Is the matter
with this dull house? And then we
went to the kitchen and ordered din
ner. The cook stared at me as if were
rara avis. But she was very respect
full, and we ordered an excellent dim
nev, Martha-Miss Martha, mean-re-
ferring with much dignity to me.
"Then we took walk in the park. l
never saw such queer child as Martha
Rainor. She bowed to the children
who are all neighbors, and some of them
her own age-in the style of Louis four
teenth. Really, she is too old for any
thing. Oh, if she could only have been
one ofthose pettabe children-a dear lit
tie sort of alive wax doll with flaxen hair
and blue eyes-how I could have fondled
her and taught her Delightfully."-! But
now-actually she frightens me; she
makes me feel like Daniel in his lions
den. A girl of eleven? l think she is a
woman of ninety-nine in disguise. Oh
dear! l am afraid / can not love her,
and without love l am nothing. I must
love her. Yes, and l do, poor little girl,
she is motherless.
"We went home and had luncheon
a very nice lunch. The cook came up
stairs and stood in the passageway to
ask again about desert, but l think just
to stare at me. Not in fiery way,
however. Then we went to the school
room and looked over every thing
books, maps, and, oh, such dreary draw
ing-books! And then to the parlor, and
tried the piano. 1t is rs old rs Methu-
selah, and cracked execrably. Then
Martha said she had a headache, and
would 60 to her own room and lie down.
I suffer with nervous headaches said
she. l suppose the day has been rather
exciting to me- Ninety-nine disguised
as eleven!
"Then made out my list for Mr..
Rainor."
GA happy thought struck me. Il
will 60 home and see about some pack
ing, as my luggage is to be seIt over to-
night; and 80 can manage to miss the
dinner, which is an ordeal must have
another day to summon courage for. l
will leave word that l shall dine at
home. First, will take cup of tea to
Martha in one of those pretty harlequin
cups that l saw in the back parlor. l
wonder how any thing so colorful came
there!" So Ibid; and, strange to say,
the ANTIQUE child thanked me like
grandmother. She sat up in her bed
admiring the cup, which was a birthday
present from her father { like Mr.. Raj
nor, and, slpping few drops from the
spoon she did not drink much-said,
how thoughtful of you, Miss Jennings.
l believe tea is good for headaches.
You must have some too, for you may
be tired And she seemed quite sorry
that l was to be away at dinner.
"Then Invent home and packed my
things, and had real tisne with Matilda.
Oh, how can Dick think she is an angel?
Well, perhaps some day some man will
think I'm an angel. suppose that is
what men are made for. l only hope
that shall be a little nearer the esti-
mate than Matilda. I should despise
to be worshipped if I had to be de-