The Newtown bee., 1879-11-26
The Nursery Governess.

am very sorry for the family" said
Mr.. Murray, knitting his brows into a
thoughtful shape; "but really don't
see what I can do in the matter. One
cannot offer money to Harold WendalTs
wife and daughter, and unfortunately
am Inot at the head of government
bureau to bestow 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 ''Horatio Wendall," ;" which
had so graphically depicted the wants
and woes of the bankrupt merchants
family.
As he did so, the door opened, and his
aunt, Mrs. Barnabas bennington, scame
ina plump, overdressed matron, with
rose-pink cap-ribbons, dead-gold jewelry,
and silk dress that trailed full quarter
of yard on the floor.
" S Kenneth" said Mrs. Bennington,
this can't go on any longer"
What can't go on any longer?" said
M,.lM lMI11rau
sThis domestic uproar,n said Mrs.
bennington, with every ribbon loop on
her cap quivering with excitement.
"This general lawlessness-this utter
lack of anything like order and discip-
line in your householder
shoulders.
Is it the children againp' said he.
It's the children again." said Mrs.
bennington.
:" And what have they been doing this
timer" questioned Mr.. Murray, with an
air of mild resignation.
'sWhat haven't they been doing?"
said Mrs. bennington, elevating both
her hands. They have harnessed up
the Eastlake drawing-room chairs for
four-house stage coach; they have
broken the great Persian jar, with the
medallion paintings ON it; they have
cut out all the plates in the Encyclo-
pedia Britannica, to danb them up with
their horrid little paint boxes, and worst
of all, Betty chanced to go up stairs, a
little while ago, and found them all play
ing tag ON thereof of the house."
This must be put stop to- said
Mr.. Murray.
just what / say myself" declared
Mrs. bennington, tanning herself ve-
hemently.
"But howp" queried Mr.. Murray,
with troubled expression of counte-
nance.
. Engage a govelness," said Mrs.
Bonnington-sa nursery governess, now
-some nice, unassuming, substantial
person, who--''
"The very thing!" said Mr.. Murray,
instinctiyely laying his hand upon the
half-opened letter, that was still on the
desk. Harold Wendall's orphan daugh-
ter had just written to me, to tell me of
the destitution that they were in, and to
ask me to help them in some way. I'll
offer her the situation
dington.
why shouldn't she?" said Mr.. Mu--
ray.
Reduced gentry are deal too proud
to stoop to work for aliying,n said the
lady
to starve," said the rich man, with an
incipient frown gathering between his
level black brows.
ssAnd besides" added the rich mans
aunt, " don't OF all relish the idea of a
naughty slip of thing like that domi-
neering over my dead niece's children,
nd taking offence at every look and
wora.''
.sShe won't domineer- And don't be-
lieve she'll take offence" !" asserted Mr..
Murray. At all events, | mean to
make the trial. Don't you see, my dear
aunt, its clear pointing of finger oi
Providence2- noisy children that
want 4 governess and a young woman
that stands in need of a situation.
ssMy dear, said Mrs. Wendal, dis
solving into tears. g couldn't listen to
such proposition. 1t would be an in
suit to your dead papa's memory
But, fmamma.". said Horatia Wen
dali, 81 / don't see why
If Mr.. Murray had the soul of IA gen.
tleman,n said Mrs. Wenda behind her
black -bordered pocket handkerchief
he would have sent us a check for a
thousand dollars"
Mamma! as it we could have taken
it..n
Z Why moi ?" whimpered the widow.
We are not-beggars!
THAT wouldn't be begging" said
| Mrs. Wendall. 2 Your papa always
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