The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-07-02

interests me, though. Sometime
she praises me; the other day sh'
slapped me. | took her hands, ant
said, Miss Julia if you had been my
mother, / couldn't allow that Ant
she dropped her crutch and threw he
old arms around my neck, and sobbet
out, 'Oh, if l had been! if | bad
been! Oh, my dear, don't you evel
be fool, and let love go by for a
whim,' | turned my head and saw
Mr.. Gervais in the door and when
had thrown On nv cloak for walk
| found him going along beside me
Well be said. abruptly, don't yot
think nv fine sister-in-law will get
herself into difficulty for maintaining
white slavery in free countryH o.
course laughed. so you are flesh
and blood?' be said. You haven'i
meant one of these people should see
you smile, or frown, or do anything
other than in the capacity of ma
chine
Perhaps, answered him, these
people had not the Importance in my
thoughts he would give them they
were shadows. / came here at poor
little Julia's cry out of Macedonia
don't stay because they wished me,
and | shouldn't go because they sent
me-
/ When | had done, it was be that
laughed. You are tragedy queen,
be said. We are not SO bad as you
make us out. | doubt if anybody
wants to throttle Miss July. Peo-
pie who do not make themselves loved
run the risk of having their existence
forgotten
You do not forget her existence,
Mr.. Gervais.'
She is lesson in natural history
to me-
You are not SO bad as you make
yourself CUT / said. Now | am GO
ling to walk faster than you like.
Good bye To my surprise he still
stalked on beside me- 4 don't think
you understand me- said i.
Perfectly well,' be said. But
Mrs. Whyte has already remarked
on the great danger of your solitary
walks
Mrs. White would have q great
deal more to remark about if my
walks were not solitaryr | cried.
And then l stopped, red, red, red to
my eyes. This is the one hour |
exclaimed, in evaporation, in which
live my own life, am alone, can
breathe. Please let me have my
hour Then be stood aside, lifted
bis hat. aud let me pass. How grave
and how superb he was! And IL
was an angry child. | had no soon
er crossed the crest of the hill than i
threw myself on the snow and had
one good cry that cleared my heav-
ems. My nerves arc getting used
up
February 2-What a spasmodic
diary But really SO little to say.
1t hardly seems worth while to cbron-
icle Mrs. Whites small beer, her din.
ners and her lions-and there's moth
ing else The other day MIR Gervais
quietly took the vacant place beside
me at the table. Now | shall have
fine time be said, under his breath.
Being appointed to take in Miss
Msyne, ! absconded, and another has
received the appointment Something
too much of this
Have you really been SO rude /
said.
Il see. You are not in the conspir-
sey.' be replied But if your sister
in-law meant to marry you to an
heiress for whom you had an aver
sion, and who, for all you knew, had
an aversion to you. what would yoo
don
Why have you an aversion ?
She is pretty. Her diamonds are
1 have enough of my own said
be. And if | had as much as the
national debt, would | choose this
life instead Of a cottage among the
mountains, with books, pictures. mu-
sic, dogs and horses, choice friends
and few? And Herewith be was
describing all our life at dear old
Careeross. / don't know why he Sc
lected me for a confdante, but be
went on talking Did you know ]
was mind-reader p be said Il
know exactly what you think
You wonder at me talking to you
so.
Yes | said, looking up at him. ]
thought be started For a moment
bis eyes rested on mine iu a strange
way.
Il will tell you why some day. he
said. Il didn't know myself be-
fore And then Mrs Whyte was ris-
ing.
That night. wben every body had
gone, | came down tor the evening
paper. which Miss Julia insisted on
seeing before going to sleep, because
some premonition told ber that some
body's death or marriage was in it
which she ought TO know about |
hesitated moment about going in.
because saw ia the hall mirror Mr..
Gervais standing before the library
Ero u-l;la b,a e;..o- - l., a. raoI;rad
among her velvets on the lounge.
She is a serpent Mrs. Whyte was
saying. i vas astonished at your
imprudence with her during the whole
dinner She has come to the house,
this Purcell beggar, for nothing un-
der heaven but to marry you, Ger
vais.'
Miss Julia had no evening paper
that night. / come here to marry
Gervais Whyte! The Purcell beg
garl
February IL The loagest, longest
fortnight | don't know how / am
going to turn out, am little curious
Ito see. | wonder wnat they are do
ling at Csrecross if they pity me 10
this exile; if they laugh at my Quix-
otism. But when | learned of this
Mrs. Wbyte and this poor little Miss
Julia, after the letter her maid wrote,
and the one dictated to Mr. Gervais,
and the word brought by the messen-
ger l sent to spy oct the land, | was
resolved to see il. She is very fond
Of me; it quite paws ore; she calls