The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-02-08
Ursula's Love.

1t was dark, stormy day without;
but inside all was warmth and light,
and as sat in my arm chair and looked
at the girl before me, l felt that not
withstanding all the warmth and light,
how much pleasarter my home might
be. had just recovered from a long
Illness which had left me as weak as a
baby, so had advertised for compan-
ion, and here before me was the thir
tteth applicant for that position. A
young face seemed almost out of place
in my lonesome house, where l, Miss
Dorathy Morbrey, spinster, had been
the sole occupant for so many years.
How Stella did oppose my plan of a
companion. She seemed to want TO
come to Inc herself-I suppose thinking
that as Harold, her step son, was my
chosen heir, 1t was the proper thing
But didn't agree to that; not for the
world would have to live with a per
son like Stella. Vanity and arrogance
were her chief characteristics, and those
qualities l detested.
This young girl who had come just
as had begun to despair of ever find
ing what l wanted, had strange fas-
cination for me. Her small childish
figure was clothed in mourning; her face
was fair and sweet, though very sad,
and her deep hazle eyes had that ten.
der, longing look we see sometimes in
the little ones early called home.
So questioned her, and was pleased
with her timid answers, and before long
l said:
"Well, my dear, think you feel like
living with cranky old woman,
should like to have you. What is your
nGme?"
Ursula"
"Ursula, what?"
The sweet face paled as she answered:
81 have no other name"
Here was an enigma. rapidly ran
over my mind all that Stella would say
if should take this girl, who could
give me no recOmm ndation, and not
even her name; but as glanced up at
the soulful eyes watching my face with
eager anxiety, my hesitation ended.
She should be nv companion; and |
rang for Martha to show her the room
she was to occupy.
am afraid ii any one could have
read my thoughts that night, they
would have set me down for an old fool
for many were the romantic stories /
framed for my companion. Her pure
delicate face fairly haunted me.
AT last had an interest in my life,
and as time rolled on, each day | be-
came more attached to my little Ursula.
| cannon describe the thousand loving
graces 10y which she had won me. Ar
! ter while the grief which | had always
noticed in her face sOftened into a quiet
resignation, and the football, which
was slow and weary at first grew more
| buoyant And then sometimes she
sang; floods of tlOdy rang through
the old house, aud it was sur rise t.
me that that little white throat cOult
hold such volume of sweet sound.
Then one day, my nephew Georg'
wrote me he was coming to make me +
visit
George was the only child of my
brother, and wealthy in his right, ani
he, as well as his cousin Harold were t
mt as my own. / welcomed him will
great plsasure, and it was not long unit
l saw my old house had fOnnd new
interest for him. l ticed how hi
eyes followed constantly the light fig r,
which fitted with quick gentle move
ments round my chair; saw, too, tina
Ursula was uDconcious of this regard.
1t went on until George contided il
me, and received my earnest wishe
for his success, and as locked at tn
manly young man. did not doubt wha
that would be when Ursula once kney
be loved her.
But "the best laid plans O. mice an,
men aft gang aglee," and one da!
George kissed me good bye, his fran
eyes sufTused with mans tears.
at is not Ursula's fault, Aunt Dor
athy," he said. "Do not blame her
she has told me why she cannot low
me-"
l must say was indignant. In m.
eyes, either one ofmy nPphews was fit TO
a princess love, and here this girl, WHOM
| had taken unknown and friendles
into my heart, had embitIered my nc
BILE boys life.
I went to her She was In her room
and as entered knew my face Shove
my thoughts, but before | could spea
she threw her arms around my neck
' and hid her face on my shoulder.
As l felt the supple young forr
! pressed close to mine, and the touch @
the soft cheek, my arms folded invoI
unfairly around her, and my anger van
ishpd.
Together We sat down, and then tuI
ming the fearful face fIom against m
shoulder, aud looking straight into he
sad eyes, / asked her:
2 UITrsuIa WhV where Won so cruel