American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1879-02-01

sions, and when at last they were dis
covered, declared that she never knew
they were there at all at all.
"And we were forever in debt, an,
fast losing our senses, when my dress
maker, dear, good-hearted English
housekeeping advice, in motherl,
sort of way, which l would have takel
if l could have remembered it, died, af
ter long illness, leaving a 15-year-ol,
daughter. The child looked up at m
with those wonderful brown eyes whel
1 asked her, after her mothers funeral
And what will you do, my dearP' an,
said, L don't know, ma am; have n,
relation but a grandfather out West
and he has just married again, and
don't think he wants me- L gave her /,
kiss, and told her to come home will
me. And she came, and since then lif,
has been more than endurable. Sh,
proved to be the cleverest little thing
that ever lived, intimately acquainted
with the arithmetic and heavens frs
thing and every body in the house with
marvellous tact and skill. And the
manner in which she understands M
absent-minded ways and contrary orders
is absolutely wonderful. Who else, fol
instance, would know that often wher
say 'shoes mean hat and tic
Versaa and who else could translate
sboth dark and white meat and the
Chinese, you know, my DEAR into
chicken salad and rice-puddingP' She's
treasure-rhymes like a bird, poses
like an angel, and"
elias she no loversP" asks the elderly
lady, looking solemnly over her specta.
cles.
"Lovers! Bless you, no. Never the
slightest sign of one. her mother was
an old maid; that is, she wasn't when
1 mean she was before she was married.
Lovers! Good gracious! don't speak of
such thing. 1 should murder them.
And I'm quite sure Alicia-the name of
my next heroine" she explains, in an
swer to a questioning look from her
aunt" has never dreamed Was that
a knock at the doorP If it be Alicia, en-
ter; any body else, depart immediate.
IT,"
The door opens in obedience to this
command, delivered in loud voice
with much emphasis, and "Alicia" en-
tiers with downcast eyes and black
edged letter in her hand.
81 don't want it! l UOni have it,"
almost screams her mistress. 81 hate
black letters. Take it away
"It is not for you ma'am. 1t is mine !;
and-and" (with faltering voice., 81
fear must leave you"
" Leare mel" shouted Mrs. Glen
moreland, starting to her feet and drop
ping the cat, and in her excitement she
seizes the worn garment the elderly Ia
dy has been carefully patching and
darning for the last hour from that wor-
thy persons hands and rends it from
top to bottom. "Leave as! What can
you-what do you meanP'
"My grandfather has sent for me,
ma'am. His wife is dead, and he says
it is my duty to come and live with him,
as l have no other relative in the
"A,ad you are going" demands Mrs.
in tragic tones.
81 do not know how to refuse"
"Gerald! Denys!" calls Mrs. Glen
loudly, running across her
room and fiinging the door wide open.
s Come here instantly"
In flies her husband, lump of clay
n his hand, and down rushes Denys,
palette on thumb.
"Thunder and Mars! my darling,
what's up?' asks Gerald.
"By Jove! mother, how you frighten-
ID me! Thought the house was on fire."
avs her son.
" Gwendolen-Jessie- Browneyes :
pointing at the weeping
,irl, sis going away, never to return"
"Going away!" repeats her husband,
triking his head with his right hand,
md then stalking wildly about the room,
otally unconscious that he has left the |
ump of clay amongst his raven curls. |
+" Browneyes leaving us forever" re-
cries Denys.
"After I've loved her all these years."
obs Mrs. Glenmoreland.
"And Tue loved her all these years."
avs Mr.. Glenmoreland.
"And I've" begins Denys, and then
hat =
be girls sweet face.
"Going to her grandfather-ho rrid
ldhunks!-who never thought of her
efore he killed her step-grandmamma,
nd who only wants her now to save the
Expense of hiring housekeeper and
urse, which he is well able to do, the
enerable wretch! And she thinks it
er duty to 60, because he's her 'only
elative.' And I've always felt as
Rough were her MOTHER" and over
ONE with emotion, Mrs. Glenmoreland
rops into her chair again.
"And as though were her father"
,serts the sculptor.
" And as thong h were her broth"
lys the painter, and stops in confusion
) before.
Jessie turns from one to the other
18th clasped hands and streaming eyes.
l shall never, neUer be as happy any I
here as have been here. I would {
ave been content to have served you {
i my life. But how could reconcile ,
to my conscience if, without sufficient
JASON, disregarded the appeal of nv !