The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1880-11-10

Mrs. Allen sent a paper to her room
before she was out of bed, 30 that almost
as soon as her eyes were open she had
begun to hope, and to be afraid, and to
wonder. il out Of so many people who
she supposed would come to see her, any
of them would think well enough OF her
to want her services.
Martie was very painstaking with her
toilet that morning. She wanted to
look her best. She spent twice the
usual time over her wavy, gold brown
hair; and when she put on her pretty
gray dress-the gray dress was for morn
ing, and the black silk for afternoon
and fastened the dainty spotless collar
and cuffs, she dallied fully five minutes
over her little stock of ribbons, trying
this one and that. and went down at
last to breakfast, looking, to Mr. Ray
mond's artist eyes, which took her in at
glance, like wild rose just out of
thicket, with the dewy morning bright
ness brimming in her bright eyes, the
pink OF rose petals in her cheeks and
soft, warm, shimmering sunbeams
woven into the ripple of her brown hair.
How his artist fingers longed for canvas
and colors, to give to his beloved St.
Agnes that beautiful hair!
But the wild rose might as well have
been blooming in her native thicket. In
vain Martie peeped from the front win
dows, and held her breath when the
door-bell rang. No one came to'see the
gray dress that morning.
The black dress Jared better 1t was
called upon; and Martie went down to
the parlor, with her heart in her mouth,
to meet the grand lady whose carriage
and dashing horses she had watched as
they drew up in splendid style before
the house. But, alas! Martie was
not experienced, and Martie was too
young, and though madam did not say
so, Martie was too pretty. for there was
a grown-up son in the family, and to set
youth and beauty before him in the
shape OF young governness would be
tempting Providence. Madam was
very sorry. hoped this and that, and
swept gracefully out to her carriage,
while Martie mounted with rather slow
step to her little fourth-story room, to
watch and wait, and wonder if every
body would find her too young. She
was not to blame for it, anyhow, size
said to herself, trying to coax laugh.
No one else came that day, but the
next morning there was an early call
for " the lady who advertised. Martie
was glad she had on the gray dress;
perhaps she looked Older in it. But
gray or black was all the same; she was
again weighed in the balance and found
wanting-not in years this time, but in
German; AMI as one weary hour after
another went by, and no other appli-
cants appeared, Martie grew heavy
hearted. Her advertisement was to
appear for three days. Two had already
passed, resulting in disappointment.
Mrs. Allen tried to encourage her, but
when night came, and the six o'clock
dinner, Martie felt sad and homesick.
81 hope no one has made arrange
ments to carry you off just yet" Mr..
Raymond said, as he took seat beside
her at their end of the long table.
mo-" said Martie, no one wants
me. I'm too young, and 1 don't know
German" And big round tear rolled
over into her teacup.
"There's no cause for discouragement
in that, l assure you," said Mr.. Ray
mond. "I know people who would
not find fault with you on either score"
Then he went on talking to her in
such pleasant way that she soon be-
came interested, forgot all her troubles,
and the tear in her teacup, and was as
merry as though she had been older and
had known German.
Mr.. Raymond stayed downstairs until
ten o'clock, read aloud an old time fire.
side story, and kept the ball of conver-
sati IN rolling in such pleasant channels
that the evening was gone before Martie
knew it, and spite of all her disapppoint-
ments it had somehow " been the pleas
antest one she had spent there.
The next morning lady came to see
Martie in behalf of her mother-in- law,
and Martie engaged to go the following
day 10 see the place and people.
There was no poetry about Mrs.
Myrick. She was pure, unadulterated;
wanted her girls to have good, strong
eddication-no jimcracks, no frrrin
language to jabber in. She was willing
to pay good wages-would give gov
erness 800 year and her board; but
she mustn't expect much waiting on.
They didn't keep any servants-didn't
need any, pity 'twould be if two
hearty girls like hers couldn't do their
own work.
Poor Martie! She would not say no
at once, because this was. so far, her
only chance; so she promised to give an
answer soon, and she went back to her
room praying heaven to send her some
thing better.
She thought her prayer was answered
when gentleman called that evening,
talked with her about his three little
girls, and seemed well satisfied with
the modest account she gave of herself :.
He was very particular about music,
however, and would be glad to hear
Miss Woodbridge play. Their inter-
view had taken place in the kindly shell
ter of the quiet little reception room ;
but the piano was in the big parlor, and
in there the professor and the Rev. Paul
Apollos were discussing earth and
| ha.vac Tho colonel was sta Kim o