Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-06-30

IN gold, and more Please make
haste, Miss, for ! am responsible
worse luck-ior tho silver and glass
and ChinaT
Jenny Ford advanced into the din
,ngroom like q female Napoleon up
on the battle field ~ modern Ansler'
lltz
"Chlldren," said she, "what are you
doing' | cant have such M uProar
a. lhis,"
In fyv minutes tho three young
barbarians were listening courleously
to most unparalleled fairy tale that
had three giants. seven ogres and u
distressed dam'el,
Wher at the end OF three days, Mr.
Murray returned, the children were all
willing subjects Of tho new empress
Pence AMI order were restored, daily
lessons were organized In the school
room, aud a blessed calm had settled
upon the turbulent nursery ut last
ashes u treasure, Kenneth" said
Mrs. Bennington, "Let me advise
you to double her wages at once
"She Is very unlike Harold Wen.
dali" said Mr.. Murray. ale was tall
and dark she Is fair aud small. with
great blue eyes ike n baby, aod hair
OF genuine gold ] don't wonder the
children like her. | almost wished,
this morning, to 10 child myself,
and listen to the end Of that marvel
lous story about the Green Princess
and the Dragon"
At the months end Mr.. Murray
came into the school room.
"Miss Wendal--" said he.
81 beg your pardon, sir, interrupted
Jenny, turning crimson, "but I'm not
Miss Wendall; l am an imposier!
And l may rs well confess II nj once
"a what?" said Mr.. Murray, unable
TO believe his own senses.
"My name is Jenny Ford" said the
girl. | only came here for u month,
because Horalia Wendall had spr'ined
her ankle and couldn't enter upon the
situation and she was afraid OF los
ing it, and 40 I've been keeping it for
her. And please, sir, the month is
now up and she is coming, and and
| can't bear the thought OF parting
with the children, but
stop a minute" said Mr.. Murray,
with a puzzled face. "Yo" are not
Miss Wendall?'
"No sir; I'm little Jenny Ford, the
confecioner's daughter!" taltered the
girl; ''and | didn't mean to deceive,
but Horatia was in such tronble, and l
thought 1 could manage the children
and teach them just ior little While y
"You have done more tor them
than ! could have imagined possible, V
said Mr.. Murray,
Horatia Wendall came the next
day--a tall, lovely girl, with dropping
lashes, soft, brown eyes and jet black
braids. And wax doll set up in a
chair in the school.roon would have
maintained about as much govern
ment as she had.
At the expiration Of the first week,
Mr.. Murray found her crying in the
dark corner of the nursery.
"What is the matter, Miss Wen
|
dali p he asked, gently.
M-I can't do anything with the
children, Mr.. Murray" she acknowl-
edged. ~ shall be compelled to give
up the situation"
"Pray d. not be discouraged" said
Mr. Murray. "You are successful in
all points but that of discipline, and
am going 10 conide in you now. My
wife will assume the direction OF that
in few weeks
Horatia looked up in amazement.
"You are going to be married? =
said she.
81 am going TO be married.
ITO"
"To Jenny Ford, your little friend /;
and the sweetest girl ever met in
my life" said Mr.. Murray with earn
eslness. "And she has made it an
especial condition of our marriage
that you be rctaiued here as yoverncss
to my sisters orphan chl'lsen."
1t was quite true. Golden-haired
little Jenny Ford had somehow con-
triyed 10 win the teart OF the rich
bachelor banker, and the whilon nurs-
cry governess was promoted to the
situation of a wife.
Mrs. Bennington shock her head.
She did not believe, she said, in un-
equal marriages; but at the end OF a
year, she, too, had given in hearty