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

"Yon!" echoed Horatia.
"Yes, l." said Jenny. "Why not?
Pm not so very accomplished, to be sure,
but I've had good common school educa-
ion, and dare say can manage to hold
my own"
"But, Jenny, do you really think you
camp" hesitated Horatia.
'Tve not the least doubt in the world
of it" valiantly answered Jenny.
Mr.. Murray had taken his aunt Bon
nington down to the seashore for few
days, and old Mrs. Kesler, the house
keeper, was in charge of the uproarious
young household, when Jenny Ford ar
rived at the stately mansion in Cheswod
street.
81 am the nursery governess," said she.
"And you've come just IN time, and
do believe" cried Mrs. Kesler, with in.
finite relief, 'to prevent those children
from killing themselves and everybody
else. Pray walk in, miss! They're IN
the dining-room, climbing on the table to
reach down the crystal drops OF the chan.
dalier, and playing ball among the mas
ters engraved wine.glasses, as is worth
their weight in gold, and more. Please
make haste, miss, for I'm responsible
worse luck-for the silver, and glass, and
china!"
Jenny Fo.d advanced into the dining.
room, like female Napoleon upon the
battlefield of a modern Austerlitz.
"Children," said she, what are you
doingP can't have such an uproar as
this!"
In five minutes the three young barba-
rians were listening courteouslY to Il most
unparalleled fairy tale, that had three
giants, seven ogres and a distressed prin-
cess In it.
When, at the end of three days. Mr..
Murray returned, the children were all
willing subjects Of the new Empress
Peace and ordered were restored, daily
lessons were organized in the sChoOl.rOom,
and blessed clam had settled upon the
turbulent nursery at last.
shes a treasure, Kenneth" said Mrs.
bennington. Let me advise you to
double her wages at once"
'She IS very unlike Harold Wendlll, "
| said Mr.. Murray. "lle is tall and dark;
she is fair and small, with great bic eyes
like a baby, and hair of the genuine gold.
don't wonder that the children like her.
almost wished, this morning, to be
child myself, and listen to the end of the
marvellous story about the Green Princess
and the Dragoon!"
At the months end Mr.. Murray came
into the school-room.
Miss Wendall-" said he.
81 beg your pardon, sir" interrupted
Jenny, turning crimson, "but I'm not
Miss Wendall; am an lmpoStOr! And
| may as well confess it at once"
"a whatP" said Mr.. Murray, unable to
believe his own senses.
"My name is Jenny Ford" said the
girl. 81 only came here for a month, be-
cause HoLatia Wendall had sprained her
ankle and couldn't enter upon the situa-
tion; and she was afraid of losing it, and
so I've been keeping it for her. And
please sir the month is now up, and she is
coming, and-and can bear the thought
of parting with the children, but"
"Stop minute, said Mr.. Murray, with
apuzzled face. "You are not Miss Wen
dall?"
"No, sir; I'm little Jenny Ford, the
confeCtioners daughter" taltered the
girl "and didn't mean to deceive you,
but Horatia was in such trouble, and |
thought | could manage the children and
teach them Just for little while"
'YOu have done more with them than |
could have imagined possible!" said
Mr.. Murray, with emphasis.
Horatia Wendall came the next day-a
tall, lovely girl, with dropping lashes, soft |
brown eyes and jet black bralls. And |
wax doll set up in a chair in schoolroOm
would have maintained about as much gov |
ernment over the children as she had.
At the expiration Of the first week, Mr. |
Murray found her crying in the dark cor
ncr of the nursery.
"What is the matter, Miss Wendallp"
he asked, kindly.
'l-I can't do anything with the chill. |
dren, Mr.. Murray" she acknowledged, |
81 shall be compelled to give up the situ-
alton"
"Pray do not be discouraged" said
Mr.. Murray, "You are successful in all
points but that of discipline, and | am
going to confide in you now. My wife
will assume the direction of that in few
weeks"
Horatia looked no in amazement.
"You are going to be married?" said
She
u am going to be married."
10"
"To Jenny Ford, your little friend; and
the sweetest girl | ever met in my life!"
said Mr.. Murray, with earnestness. "And
she has made it an especial condition Of
our marriage that you are to be retained
here as govemess to my sisters orphan
children"
1t was quite true. Goldcn-haired little
Jenny Ford had somehow contrived to
win the heart Of the rich bachelor banker,
and the whilom nursery governess was pro-
NOTED to the situation Of wife.
Mrs. bennington shook her head. She
did not believe, she said, in unequal mar
riages; but at the end of year, she, too,
had given it her hearty allegiance to the
blue.eyed enchantress.
"If Kenneth had sought the whole
world over" SAID she enthusiastically,
'he could not have done better"
And poor Mrs. Wendall sighed and
wondered why Horatia couldn't have
happened upon some such piece Of good
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