Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-05-01
WANTED AT ONCE.

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"Yes. L piM.n said Amy Jennings
This time | aoiH My brothers wife
has called me. little vixen long
enough. Now I'll be a little vixen
I'm tired of this persecution Pm tired
of it" Amy spoke angrily; her eyes
were blazing; her cheeks were flushed
But at the last sentence she faltered
repeating it. she fell upon her knees
beside her bed and buried her face in
the pillow. I'm tired of it." she cried
with passionate sobs. 40 ..r-,-.g
"A rap at the door aroused, her. She
arose, wiping her eyes ruefully, and
asked, in voice Of forced calm, "Who's
there?" ,3 A. -14 ~ss
"Me," answered a rough but friendly
voice Jack" ''
Have you brought me the Times a''
Eyes" 4 s.:.-s- -
:'Well, then, you can't see me just
now, dear Jack. Put the paper through
the crack" She opened the door for a
crevice, received.the newspaper which
clumsy brown,hand thrustin and then,
with a quick, "Thank you, dear
thanks. nv dear good Jack" reclosed
the door, and turned the key in the
lock.
The boyish footsteps bounded down
the stairs, and Amy, once more in soil
tude, flew to the window, flung herself
into the armchair that filled It's en-
brasure, and opening the newspaper,
spread it upon her writing table, and
began eagerly to search the wants"
Her eyes drifted over column after col
umn Of those msrshalled appeals in
print that stand side by side as unrecog-
nizable as faces in crowd, but es CHI one
bearing it's own individual burden
Heaven knows wha1 heavy burdens for
some, homeless and friendless in the
great city. Her eyes drifted over these,
and seized the brief column devoted to
Instruction"
"VUANTED AT oNCE--A governess for a girl
w eleven years old. Must be OF an amiable
disposition, and mistress Ct the modern accom-.
DIishments. Call immediately" etc., etc.
This advertiseme so peremptory in
regard to time, struck the fancy of Amy
Jennings. 1t was urgent and impetuous,
and she was in accord with impetuosi-
ties and urgencies.
This is just the thing for me-" she
thought. "a girl9 [ like girls: boys
are SO awfully' affectionate and rough.
Eleven years Old That is quite
young; I could manage that. Oh,
wish were eleven years old wish |
were back again to happy eleven! |
had my darling mother then, and my
kind father. Now they are both gone
gone forever. It is terrible to be an
orphan, and terrible to think how I'M
kind some people can be to orphans.
hope Heaven will keep me from ever
being unkind 10 unhappy people. 1
think it is the worst sin Of the SOUL"
She read the advertisement again,
scanning the acquisitions Of an ami
able disposition" mistress of the
modern accomplishing and sighed
deeply. Then she laughed; laughed
one of her own merry, musical, sun
shiny laughs-Amy's laugh. It had
caught none of the sadness yet from
her life's sorrow; it was one Of the most
unfeisned merry little laughs in the
world.
She bathed her eyelids, so red with
weeping, and prepared herself for a
walk; left the house without a word to
any one, and went directly to the place
described in the advertisement.
The location was remote from the
brilliant avenue where Amy lived in her
brothers house; 1t had strange, un-
familiar, and rather dingy air. The
house stood opposite a small park, not
frequented throngingly or grit with
streams of travel like the larger squares.
1t was early winter, and the trees were
bare. but children played in the walks.
and sparrows fitted tamely across the
faded sward $40
Amy gazed at this wintry park while
she stood in the doorway Of the strange
house, waiting for some one to answer
the bell. She waited long, and when
the door was opened, the face that re-
sponded to her timid "Miss Jennings:
an answer to the advertisement for gov
erness,'' was so stern and repelling, her
heart shrank with a sudden chill. This
depressing impression was not lessened
when she entered. The hall and stair
way were dark to gloominess; the up
stairs parlors, into one of which she
was shown, were still more studiously
shaded: and Amy spent several min
utes before her eyes, fresh from the
noontide blaze, could distinguish the
objects Of stately furniture, the mirrors
rejecting obscurity. the black pedestals
with life-size busts of bronze, and the
dark pictures that filled these cheer
ess rooms.
] A lady entered, and Amy arose,
trembling. The lady was in travelling
costume, and carried, as if IN act of de-
parture, sachel and blanket-shawl.
She motioned to Amy to be seated, and