The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1879-04-10
uncle we have lost! How good of him

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ioicin@ I should savN say Poor fellow. h,
was 60 old he couIdn,t en;oy If. and
dare saw hos better off where he is: that
is. IL he was as good IA his will makes
me MI tbink he was W. " 81 - ~ III laws
Janet is really prieved. Her nature is
co ;,tonsal,, Sa,,s;Sf;,-e that n great hind :
ness ;nvar;ablv has this effect unon hpr
She raf,,sas any more breakfast. and goes
hastily nm to her room. where she spends
the morning in irving to picture her
mpcle os he was when so many wears
ono che cot on his Ian. and child ike
ran ran her her tinv tin fingers through his long
erav heard -. % .-2F z
All tbrouph the morning. as. thinkin O
thus she SITS diligently sewing, tears
ever and anon we'll up in her ewes and 90
trickling down her Cheeks before she Is
aware of their presence. Asa natural
consequence. twelve O'Clock finds her
with very red eyes and nose, and gen.
eral appearance of having gone through
most heart-rendering affiiction. This
is her condition when Sarah knocks Mt
the door, and on entering announces that
Miss Taylor is in the drawing-room. . =
"Oh, what shall / dop" exclaims
Janet, in perplexity, as soon as the maid
is out of ear-shot. "She will see that l
have been crying, and will want to know
all about it; and really can't talk of it
now. | wonder where Dick is he might
go and see her, and explain that I'm not
well but dear me "-getting I'D and
smoothing back her hair with both
hands-"1 suppose he's out somewhere.
He never is about when he's wanted, but
is sure to be here when he's not" SO.
wiping her ewes for the hundredth time
since breakfast. and giving her nose the
fiftieth gentle blow, she goes softly down
to the drawing-room in search of her
visitor. Nellie Taylor-a rather short.
plump girl, with a charminely pretty
pink and white face-rises quickly rs
Janet comes in.
"Oh, Jean!" she says. going to meet
her, and presonting a countenance that
for signs of weeping is not a whit better
off than Miss Rows. Il do 30 svmpathize
with you!"
On what account does she sympathize
with hmp Surely she cannot tnow ,yhv
she has heen snend;ng the n,orn;n, i,
tears -
"Come and sit down nv me- Nell
goes on. taking her hand and drawing
her to sofa "Trouble comes 10 ali ~
us some time. YOU know"
"But. " hegins Janet thorouohlv n,,z-
zled. ms they sit down together. "my
dear Nell 50
There. now.n interrupted she. "don,t
sneak to me of II. donst tell me how
much worse Won feel than 7 know
YOU think so; but. indeed and the
tears heran to tr;rLje down ber cheets
again-@ you don't know how 7 loved
him"
"Nell. what are Won talking about ~
Janet asks. excitedly. her grief having
given way to astonished curiosity. 1T
Is evident there is a misundersfandinp
somewhere"
Nell looks at her curiously.
Are YOU angryp" she asks, in n hurt
tone: "would Vol not have annroved of
his making me his wifep"
You marry Uncle Arthurr
Uncle Arthur repeats Nell. It is
she who is surprised now. "Who is
Uncle Arthuro'@
"The dear. kind old gentleman who
has Just died"
but | have been talking of Dick.
You must have known | was. Poor
dear Dick!n and again she is weeping rs
though her heart would break.
but Dick is not dead?"
Nell looks up in incredulous, glad sur
prise. There is movement of the
p0tierc which covers the entrance to the
llbrary. -,
Nor llkely to be soon, p" shouted Rich
ara, running forward from his hiding
place, where he has heard all the con-
VerSatlon, ms pleasant face wreathed in
smiles.
Inc next moment he has caught Nell
IN ms arms and Is kissing away the re-
naming tears.
You darling good ,girl!' he says, pas
sionate!y, now belleve you DO care
llttie blt Ior me.
but l cannot understand II, says
Janet IN wonder. nat ever could
nave ~, caused you TO thlnk DICK was
dead -,
me ldea OF asking me- aiter the letter
y3u wrote. replies NeIl: DIDN'T you
tell me scr didn't thlnk' Jean, that
you Souiu perpetrale such an awful
JoXei ,,,
Ni,i 1u. mrp.e no IeSter' .iuus Janet.
Nell puts her hand in her pocket and
"'mMs i9r:n " !, an epistle. ,. =,
h':." ~ siie says. II you dlaht
"'4'' W. "ho ui'' hnu o"iie' re''"'
~ "Friday morning.
MY DEAR MILL have very sad
news for you. Our darling boy is no
more, At twelve o'clock Wednesday
night he hreathed his last. Oh, how can
! write it? ! can scarcely realize that he
Is gone. Please do come out and see me.
know you thought great deal OF him,
and can sympathize with me.
Ever yours, JANET Roy"
Suddenly it comes to Janet that per-
maps her great uncle was related to the