The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-02-06

neither could Gerald and as for Denys,
he and the arithmetic are and always
have been perfect strangers. The re.
suit Of this ignorance could not fail to
be an expensive one. Everybody cheat
ed US. The servant girls wore my best
dresses to wakes and parties, and one OF
them had two of her friends concealed IN
the house for three months, waxing
strong and stout on my provisions, and
when at last they we're discovered, de-
clared that she never knew they were
there at all at all.
"And We were forever in debt, and
fast losing our senses, when my dresg-
maker, dear, good-hearted English
woman, who used to give me advice,
housekeeping advice, in motherly sort
of way, which I would have taken il
uld.have remembered it, died, after q
long illness, leaving a fifteen year old
daughter. The child looked up at me
with those wonderful brown eyes when I
asked her, after her mothers funeral,
sAnd what will you do, my dear p and
said, Il don't know ma'am I have no
relation but grandfather out West,
and he has just married again, and I
don't think he wants me- I gave her q
kiss, and told her to come home with
me. And she came, and since then life
has been more than endurable. She
proved to be the cleverest little thing
that rsver lived, intimately acquainted
with the arithmetic and heavens first
law, and has learned to manage every
thing and everybody in the house with
marvellous tact and skill, And the man.
ner in which she understands my absent
minded ways and contrary orders is alb
solutely wonderful. Who else, for in
stance, would know that often when I
say sshoes I mean hat, and nice
ver8as and who else could translate
'both dark and white meat and the
Chinese, you knew, my DEAR into
chicken salad and rice pudding?' She's
a treasure-rhymes like bird, poses
like an angel, and - ~
"Has she no lovers ?" asks the elder
ly lady, looking solemnly over her
spectacles. ....
"Lovers Bless you, no. Never
the slightest sign OF one. Her mother
was an old maid; that is, she wasn't
when-I mean she was before she was
married. Lovers Good gracious !
don't speak of such thing. I should
murder them. And I'm quite sure
Alicia--the name of my next heroine. "
she explains, in answer to questioning
look from her aunt -"has never
dreamed Was that knock at the
door? fit be Alicia, enter; anybody
else, depart Immediately"
The door opens in obedience to this
command, delivered in loud voice with
much emphasis, and "Alcis" enters
with downcast eyes and black edged
letter in her hand.
"I don't want it I won't have it I"
almost screams her mistress. "I hate
black letters. Take it away"
"It is not for you, ma'am. 1t is
mine; and-and " with faltsring voice.
CT fear I must leave you"
"Leave mel" shouted Mrs. Glen
moreland, starting to her feet and
dropping the cat, and in her excitement
she seizes the worn garment the elder
ly lady has been carefully patching and
darning for the last hour from that
worthy persons hands and rends it from
TOP to bottom. Leave usl What can
you-what do you mean2"
"My grandfather has sent for me,
ms'am. His wife is dead, snd he says
it is my duty to come and live with
him, as I have no other relative in the
world" .......
"And you are going2" demands Mrs.
Glenmoreland, in tragic tones.
81 do not know how to refuse"
"Gerald Denys I" calls Mrs. Glen
moreland, loudly, running across her
room and flinging the door wide open.
9Come here instantly" -.
=, In flies her husband, q lurap of clay
in. his hand, and down rushes Denys,
palette on thumb.
"My darling, what's up?" asks Ger
aid
"By Jovel mother, how you fright.
ened me Thought the house was or
fire" says her son. -.
"Gwendolen-Jessie - Brewneyes -
'Alicia-sHE, pointing ct the weeping
girl, els going away, never to return. u
"Going away II repeats her husband,
striking his head with his right hand,
and then stalking wildly about the room,
totally unconscious that he has left the
lump of clay among his raven curls.
Browneyes leaving us forever" re-
proachfully cries Denys.
"After I've loved her all these years,
sobs Mrs. Glenmoreland.
"And I've loved her all these years,
says Mr.. Glenmoreland.
"And I've D begins Denys, and then
the girls sweet face. ..s
"Going to her grandfather-horrid
old hunks who never thought Of hel
before he killed her step-grandmamma,
and who only wants her now to save
the expense of hiring housekeeper and
nurse, which he is well able TO do, the
venerable wretch! And she thinks il
her duty to 60, because he's her only
relative And I've always felt as though
I were her mother" and overcome with
emotion, Mrs. Glenmoreland drops into
her chair again.
"And I as though were her father, u
asserts the sculptor. .
"And I as though I were her broth ~
says the painter, and stops in confusion
as before. .-........
Jessie turns from one to the other
with clasped hands and streaming eyes.
"I shall never, never be as happy any.
where as I have been here. I would
have been content to have served you all
my life. But how could I reconcile il
to my conscience if, without sufficient
reason, I disregarded the appeal of my