The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1878-05-08
WANTED, AT ONCE.

eyes, 1 WILL" said Amy Jennings.
has called me "a little vixen long
enough. Now I'll be a little vixen. I'm
tirod of this persecution-Im tired of
it." Amy spoke angrily her eyes were
blazing; her checks were flushed
But at the last sentence she faltered
repeating it, she fell upon her knees be-
side her bed and buried her face in the
pillow. I'm tired of it, she cried,
with passionate sobs.
A rap at the door aroused her, She
arose, wiping her eyes ruefully, and
asked, N voice of forced calm, "Who's
there ?"
"Me," answered rough but friend
ly voice" Jack"
"Have you brought me the Times P"
eyes"
"Well, then, you can't see me Just
now, dear Jack. Put the paper through
the crack" She opened the door for n
crevice, received the newspaper which a
clumsy brown hand thrust in, and then,
with quick "Thank you, dear
thanks, my 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 soli-
tude, flew TO the window, flung herself
into the arm chair 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 marshalled appeals in
fhaA cfa ps1 10 Il gf1 10
nizable as faces in a crowd, but each
one bearing its own individual burden
Heaven knows what heavy burdens for
some, homeless and friendless in the
great city. Her eyes drifted over these,
and seized the brief column hevoted to
obstruction.
"WANTED, AT ONCE-A goyemess for
girl eleven years old. Must be of an amiable
disposition, and mistress of the modern ac.
complishments. Call Immediately" etc, etc.
This advertisement, so peremptory in
regard to time, struck the fancy of Amy
Jennings. 1t was urgent and impetuous,
and she was in accord with impetuos-
tiles and urgencies.
"This is Just the thing for me, she
Thought. "a girl? like girls boys
are so awfully affectionate and rough.
'Eleven years old. That is quite
young could manage that Oh, 1
wish were eleven years old-I wish l
were back again to happy eleven 1
had my darling mother then, and my
kind father, Now they are both gone
gone forever. 1t is terrible to be an
orphan, and terrible to think how un-
kind some people can be to orphans. 1
hope Heaven will keep me from ever
being unkind to unhappy people. I
think it is the worst sin of the soul"
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; it had a strange, un-
familiar, and rather dingy air. The
house stood opposite a small park, not
frequented throngingly or girt with
steams 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.
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 A" Miss Jennings:
an answer to the advertisement for gov
erness, was so stern and repelling, her