Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-10-30
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THE NURSERY GOVERN NESS.

From Saturday Night
81 am very sorry for the family" said
Mr.. Murray, knitting his brows into a
thoughtful shape; "but really don't see
what | can do in the matter. One cannot
offer money to Harold Wendall's wife and
daughter, and unfortunately | am not at
the head of Government bureau to be-
stow situations on lone, lOrn females. No.
| really don't see my way clear to any
method Of helping them"
And he pushed aside the piteous little
letter, signed 'Horatia Wendall," which
had so graphically depicted the wants and
woes Of the bankrupt merchants family
As he did so, the door opened, and hi.
aunt, Mrs Banabas bennington, came in
"a plump, overdressed matron, with
rose.pink Cap-ribbOns, dead.gold iewelry
and silk dres' that t. ~ e,l amlrter
ol yard on the floor.
Kenneth" said Mrs. bennington,
this can't 90 on any longer"
."lvhat can't go on any longer?' said
Mr.. Murray.
"This domestic uprOar," said Mrs. Bon
ningtOn, with every ribbon loop on her
cap qulvering with excitement. This
general lawessness-this utter lack OF
anything like order and discipline IN your
household"
| Mr.. Murray smiled AMI shrugged his
shoulders.
as it the children again?" said he.
ITS the children again, said Mrs. Bon
nington.
"And what have they been doing this
timeP" questioned Mr.. Murray, with an
air of mild resignation.
what hareRt they been doing?" said
Mrs. Bennington, elevating both her
hands, They have harnesscd up the
Eastlake drawing-room chairs for a four.
horse stage coach; they have broken the
great. Persian Jar, with the medallion
paintings on it; they have cut out all the
plates in the Encyclopedia Britannica, to
daub them up with their horrid little
paint'boxes, and worst of all, Bets,
CHANGED to 90 up stairs, little while
ago, and found them all playing tug on
the roof of the house"
"This must be put stop TO-, said Mr.
Murray.
"Just what say myself, declared Mrs.
bennington, tanning herself vehemently.
"But hOw?" queried Mr.. Murray, with
troubled expression Of cOuntenance.
Engage a goveness," said Mrs. Bon
nlngton-"a nursery govemess, now
some nice, ,unaSsuming, substantial per.
son, who"
"The very thing!" said Mr.. Murray,
rnstlnctively laying his hand upon the
half-opened letter, that was still on the
desk. Harold Wendall orphan daughter
had Just written to me, to tell me of the
destltution that they were in, and to ask
me to help them in some way. I'll offer
her the situation"
"She won't take ii, said Mrs. Bonnug-
ton.
"Why shouldn't she?" said Mr.. Mur-
ray .,,,., .,. ,
to stoop to work for a living" said the
lady.
Then they must reconcile themselves
to stare, said the rich man, with an IN
clpient frown gathering between his level
black brows.
"And besides" added the rich mans
aunt, 81 don't at all relish the idea of a
naughty slip OF thing like that domi-
neering over my dead niece's children,
and taking otfense at every look and
word"
"She won't domineer. And don't be.
lieye she'll take ofense," asserted Mr..
Murray. "At all events, mean to make
the trial. Don't you see, my dear aunt,
its clear pointing of the finger of Provl-
dencep-three noisy children that want a
governess and a young woman that stands
in need Of a situation" :"
my DEAR" said Mrs. Wendall, dissolv-
ing into tears, 81 couldn't listen to such a
proposition. 1t would be an insult to
your dead papa's memory"
"But, mamma, said Horatia Wendall,
81 don't see why"
'lf Mr.. Murray had the soul of gen
tleman," said Mrs. Wendall, behind her
black. .bordered pocket handkerchief, "he
would have sent us a check for thous-
and dollars" )"
"Mamma! as if we could have taken
Iit!"
"Why not?' whimpered the widow.
ave are not-beggarS!"
THAT wouldn't be begging" said Mrs.
Wendall. "Your papa always banked at
Mr.. Murrays establishment when he had
money to bank with; and Mr.. Murray
owes it to us not to insult us with an Of
fer Of $25 month and board, in the ca
pacity of menial drudge"
"a nursery governess is no menial
| Itn, 1fra mamma " e,Nolyn ,,n Hn.nt,o
with some dignity; "and | shall write to
Mr., Murry, at once, accepting his offer
with the sincerest of Thanks"
At this Mrs. Wendall burst into fresh
tears.
"0h, dearl oh, dear!" she bewaied
herself. "Why wasn't |, too, taken out
of this world Of humiliation and sorrow,
when your dear papa was torn away
from meP"
| Horatia wrote the letter of acceptance,
nevertheless, and went out herselft to post
it in the nearest etter'box; and coming
back, in great hurry, to prepare her
mothers MONDAY cup Of tea, she made a
mister Mt the curbstone and sprained her
ankle, so that she fell iainting to the
ground.
Don't be alarmed Mrs. Wendall." "
said cherry little Jenny Ford, the daughter
Of the baker and confectioner, who oc-
cupied the first floor of the house where
the Wendalls lived. ats only fainting
spell-sprain be better soon."
yes" said Horatia, lifting up her
great dark eyes, dim and hollow with pain;
81 shall be better soon, but | shall lose
my situation"
"What situationp" said Jenny Ford,
who was bandaging the swollen ankle
With flannel cloths dipped in hot water
Uoratia told her nil ahout n