The Newtown bee., 1879-11-26

us with an offer of $25 per month and
board, in. the capacity. of menial drudge
A nursery governess is no menial
drudge. mamma" spoke up Horatia.
with some dignity; :. and shall write
to Mr.. Murray at once, accepting his
offer with the sincerest of thanks.''
At this Mrs. Wendall bnrst into fresh
tears.
Oh, dear! oh, dear!'' she bewailed
herself. "Why wasn't /, too, taken
out of this world of humiliation and
sorrow when your dear papa was torn
away from mep'
Horatia wrote the letter of acceptance.
nevertheless. and went out herself to
post it in the nearest letter. box; and
coming back. in great hurry, to pre-
pare her mothers MONDAY cup of tea,
she made mis-step at the curbstone
and sprained her ankle so that she fell
fairting to the ground.
Don't be alarmed, Miss Wendall,'
said CHEEKY little Jenny Ford, tho
daughter of the baker and confectioner.
who occupied the first floor of the house
where the Wendalls lived ''It's only
fainting spell-sprain be better soon."
Yes" said Horatia, lifting up her
great dark eyes, dim and hollow with
pain; "I shall be better soon, but 1
shall lose my situation"
What situation?" said Jenny Ford,
who was bandaging the swollen ankle
with flannel cloths dipped in hot water.
Horatio told her all about it.
stTs that ALI pn said Tennv ssRlaes
me! I'll take it for you, and keep it
until you are able to assume it yourself"
"You!" echoed Horatia.
"Yes; L." said Jenny. "Why not?
I'm not so very accomplished, to be
sure. but I've had good comm. on
school education. and / dare say l can
manage to hold my own.n
But, Jenny, do you really think you
CAM" hesitated Horatia.
"I've 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, wss in charge of the uproarious
young household, when Jenny Ford
arrived at the stately mansion in Ches-
wold street.
81 am the nursery governess,n said
she.
"And you've come just in time, and
[ do believe, "cried Mrs. Kesler, with in
finite relief, 50 to prevent those children
from killing themselves and everybody
else. Pray walk in, miss! They're in
the dinihg-room, climbing ON the table
to reach down the crystal drops of the
| chandelier, and playing ball among the
masters engraved wine-glasses, as is
worth their weight in gold, and more
Please make haste, miss, for I'm re-
sponsible luck-for the silver,
and glass. and china!''
Jenny Ford advanced into the dining
room like female Napoleon upon the
battlefield of modern Austerlitz.
Children" said she, "what are you
doingP" / can't have such an uprpar as
thisi'
In five minutes the three young bar
barians were listening courteously to
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 ali
willing subjects of the new empress.
Peace and order were restored, daily
lessons were organized in the school
room, and a blessed calm had settled
u lon the turbulent nursery at last.
SShe's treasure, Kennethr' said
Mrs. Bennington. Let me advise
you to double her wages Mt once"
She is very unlike Harold Wendall,n
said Mr.. Murray. ''He is tall and
dark; she is fair and small, with great
blue eyes, like baby, and hair of the
genuine gold. / don't wonder that the
children like her. / almost wished,
this morning, to be a.child myself, and
listen to the end ofthe marvellous story
about the green princess and the dra-
goon!''
At the months end Mr.. Murray came
into the schoolroom.
Miss Wendall~-" said lie.
81 beg your pardon, SIR" interrupted
Jenny, turning crimson; 'but I'm not
Miss Wendall; am an impostor! And
may as we'll confess it at once.n
"A whatp'' said MIR. Murray, unable
to believe Ills own senses.
My name is Jenny Ford,n said the
girl. Il only came here for month,
because Horatia Wendall had sprained
her ankle and couldn't enter upon the
situation; 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 Ican't bear
the though Of parting with the children.
but"
.sStop minute" said Mr.. Murray,
with puzzled face. 'You are not
Miss WendaIlpn
mo, sir; I'm little Jenny Ford, the
confectioner's daughter!" i.altered the
girl; "and did't mean to deceive you,
but Horatia was in such trouble, and l
thought | could manage the children
land teach them lust for a little while. ;"
! You have done more with them than
! l could have imagined possible.' said
! Mr. Murray with emphasis
/ Horatia Wendall came the next day
tall, lovely girl, with drooping lashes,
| soft brown eyes and jet black braidss
| Ana wax uoli SET up III q ciiah III .
| school room would have maintained
about rs much government over the
children as she had.
/ AT the expiration of the first week.
Mr.. Murray found her scrying In the
dark corner of the nursery.
What is the matter, Miss Wendall?"
he asked. kindly.
! I'll cant do anything with the chill
dren, Mr.. Murray" she acknowledged !;