The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-07-02
MISS PUECELL.s DIARY.

January 3.-They say it is a piece
Of egoiism te write in diary, be-
cause yog can't help writing as il
you expected somebody to see it.
Never mind it's begun AID | here
by solemnly record that the weather
is fine and the wind southerly, and if
we don't have the January thsw. it's
because nothing could thaw in Mrs.
Whyte's presence She received me
when / came as if she were the Grand
Duchess Of Msngel-Wurzel, and sne
looked at my little trunk as if il were
a servants bandhox, and presented
me to her Prince Mangel, otherwise
her brother-ln.law, Mr. Gervais
Whyte, as if she begged pardon for
reminding Whyte that such worms
erawled the earth. But she found
this worm up on end She was
about presenting me to some more of
those about her, when | remarked,
with nv head at its highest: Pray
don't take the irouble--I am not ac-
customed TO promiscuous introduc-
tions. / will 60 to Miss Julia at
once | enjoyed seeing Mrs. Whyte's
eyes open then they let some light
in her brain, / fancy. BY George =
| heard the prince say, as we swept
tof the room together, Greek meets
Greek ~ And then the music went
on, and We threaded two rug velvet
floored halls before arriving st Miss
Julia's door in the wing. On our
way we met the duchess husband,
Mr.. Gyles White, long and solemn
man, as becomes him. He said he
knew me from my resemblance to
Miss Julia. Well, well!
As for Miss Julia, she is a sight
A misshapen little creature not up to
nv shoulder; she is very short, she
is very stout, she has almost a hump;
take any view and it seems that her
head is set on wrong side before.
But her face-ah, that is nearly heav-
enly, except when she gets angry.
She can't walk; but she has crutch
with tap of which she recalls you
If your mind wonders, and her own
mind wanders most of the time 1t
is dreadful. They all told me NOT to
do it. Bat | remembered mammals
Injunction not to forget that Miss Ju-
liza bad once passionately loved my
father, and had hidden il all when
she found by the terms OF the will if
be married cousin be would be pen
niless, and to go to her, Il she ever
needed me, as if she We're NY mother
To think of the romance in this little
imagel But she has magnificent
ewes tor all. So has that young
prince below stairs, Mr.. Gervais.
Something about him reminds me of
papa-lhe grand air, perhaps.
January l0.-This looks like q dis-
ry-a whole week gone. Bot there's
no time. Miss Julia is very pecu-
liar She Gays she is dying OF lone
someness, that she hardly sees any,
body from morning till night, unless
MIR. Gervais comes in and reads the
Bible to her. And 1 don't want to
hear the Bible.i she cries AS if j
were an old woman with one foot in
the grave. | want a good roaring
love story. Find me one, my dear.
The grand duchess opens the door
and SAYS good morning; Mr.. Gy.es
Whyte does the same, and adds, gen.
tly, that be hopes his cousin is wei
nobody else comes. except Mr.. Ger.
vais. He sits an hour with her, and
] take that time for my afternoon
walk.
/ GO down stairs only to dinner,
where there is always company, slip
into my seat after the others are
placed. and am, of course, never in.
iroduced. /. Mrs. Whyte is obliged
to mention NE. the says, in poor.
relation way, Miss Purcell. the cous.
in and companion of Miss Julia II
makes me shudder to think Of the life
this poor Miss Julia lived without
me. Mr.. Gervsis is the only one
who has seemed to think of her al
ANYTHING bat an animal that must bt
fed and clothed. | have been read
ing Der bundles OF old letters that sbs
/ has had me rummage out When
came from nv walk the other night
Mr.. Gervais was still sitting there
aud she was talking about the let
tsrs.
January 23--Another week. Or