The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-10-30
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her own merits, and therefore only
asked EOS year and a comfortable
home, so no less than five answers came
to her announcement that she could
teach English, French, music and the
rudiments OF drawing.
One of these answers came from
Woolwich, and stated that Mrs. Mar
shall required governess for her three
little girls. Mrs. Marshall was stiff
necked sort of a woman, and stared at
poor little Maggie-who looked almost
as child-like and twice as pretty as ever
through double gold glasses. Col.
Marshall. her husband, was nice old
man with a gray head and an iron
gray mustache, and there was grow
ing-up daughter, Miss Patterson
Mrs. Marshall's daughter by her first
husband-who was really the mistress
of the establishment, for Maria Patter-
son had strong will, and was an heiress.
"A very nasty heiress, too" poor Mag
gle thought, and she was right, for
Maria was skinny, and thought herself
sarcastic, and always said nasty things
to people who did not dare to say them
back again.
One evening, when Maggie had been
about year at Woolwich, and she was
sitting alone in her school-room as usual
for her pupils had just said goodnight,
and been delivered up to the tender
mercies of their nurse, Miss Patterson
walked in very much dressed, and rather
| flushed and excited.
Miss Dunlop" she said, "we shall
have few friends this evening, and 7
know one or two of them like an
impromptu dance; will you be ready TO
come into the drawing-room and play
if we should want you?"
II fear I cannot play dance music
very we'll; [ never keep time," said
Maggie.
eyes, I feared so, and thought I
would come and tell you, SO that you
might practice for an hour or two till
after dinner" and she sailed out Of the
room, evidently considering the matter
settled, and Maggie meekly proceeded
to practice the Mabel Waltz" and the
"Flick and Flock Galop." Then she
put on her shabby black evening gown,
and stuck spray of white flowers into
her golden hair, and waited patiently
for summons, hoping she would wait
in vain. Il very soon came, and with a
roll of music under her arm, flush on
her innocent, frightened face, and a
scared, almost hunted expression in her
eyes, she descended and tinlidly opened
the drawing-room door, and there stood
still for q moment, staring in astonish-
ment at the scene before her. There
sat the heiress, with an eager, pleased
expression on her face, and leaning over
her, talking ana laughing, and more
handsome than ever, and sunburnt and
soldierly looking, was Ahc Granger
| There was no mistaking him. The
color rush ed to Maggie's face asst to say
hurried good-by, and then left it
altogether. She recovered self-posses-
sion, however, and walked with what
she iattered herself was great dignity
toward the piano. She felt rather than
saw him raise his head and look at her,
and the next moment he was by her side.
"Maggie-my dear Maggie! Why,
fancy you being here; where did you
come from? I have been trying to find
you out for months"
Il thought you"-and then she did
not know how to go on, SO added, al
most piteously, Il am the governess
here"
"Are you? Oh, I see; that is the
reason I have not seen you before. I
suppose"
"Do you really know Miss Dunlop?"
the heiress asked, coming up and speak
ing in her coolest manner.
Maggie wished sincerely that she
could sink into her shoes and bury her
self.
"Why, of course do; we have been
playfellows ever since we were born
haven't We, Maggie?"
And Maggie, feeling she was backed
up, answered bravely:
YES"
@Oh, indeed! How interesting! I"
Then turning to Maggie: will you be
SO good as to begin waltz, Miss Dun
lop? This was to be our dance, I
think" to Alic, and she glides off with
him triumphantly.
He came to her directly after the
dance was over.
II went down to Perlock to try and
find out where you had gone TO-" he
said, "but nobody knew"
at didn't matter" she said, huskily,
letting her fingers wander vaguely over
the keys to make believe she wasn't
very much interested in what he said.
Eyes, it did-it mattered great deal
Why, I've got box full of curiosities
for you-clubs to fight with, a little
heather god Or two, and a statue of
Buddha and all sorts of things. I told
you I should bring you them home
Do you live here--I mean in this
house?"
He said the last words under his
breath, for the heiress came up, and the
next minute he was carried off to dance
with Mrs. Somebody at the other end
of the room, but not before Maggie had
nodded reply to him. Soon after this
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