The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1880-08-05

low, even tones, and Marion's heart
throbbed with sense of horrible
cruelty. She could not restrain tear.
choked sob.
"But, Mrs. Sydney, if"
Mrs. Sydney bowed crushingly.
You will bring This diSgracelul scene
to an end, Miss Day! Either you remain
and perform the duty l roqui'e of you,
and which cannot be postponed, or you
resign your position as governess, and
forfeit your last quarters salary. You
have your chocem
Poor Marion! For one little moment
she wondered if there was heart in
Mrs. Sydney's bosom; then, with the
cruel practically that governed ali her
lie in these later days. she remembered
how lily she could afford to forfeit a
lollar of her well-earned wagos-money
hat was even then needed to buy cool
ing fruit and cooling drink, and the
ne licine to alleviate The agonies of that
darling, patient mother who was slip.
ping further and further away every
day.
What ought she to do?-what ought
she to do? 1t went up from her CULVER
ing lips in wild, silent prayer, ana then
she looked in Mrs. Sydney's cold, hand
some face with the despair n criminal
tuivht fcll before q iudCp
And she walked tremblingly into the
library, and laid aside her hat and shawl,
md sat there at the long, green, cloth
bound table, warm, tired, heart.sick,
he"rt-sore, full Of fear and apprchen-
sion, and wrote the necessary schedule
for her mistress; and at ten O'Clock of
hat brcath)Css July night started for
lhc wretchCd, close, little suit of rooms
that nowadays was home" to her.
To stumble up the dark, hot stairway;
TO 90 in the room lighted only by Gods
stars, and
When she spoke to her mother, to re-
ceiYe no answering response, and to
know, in that next, awful minute, that
thai dear, patient, unsellish mother had
died all alone all alone, some time that
sweltering day! All aloneP nay, for
surely Gods angels had been given
Charge concerning hr.
But, kneeling with rigid face, and
dilated eyes, and breaking heart beside
he saint.y-faced dead, Marion moaned
in utter desolation and brokcnncss OF
spirit.
"Oh, mother, mother, mother! To
think you died all alone-all alone! TO
thiRk that she kept me- that wicked,
wicked woman! And l pray God to
visit upon her a tull measure of the suf-
fering | endure this nigitm
Three days later, Mr.. Sydney ran
down to Long Branch to stay over Sun
day.
Il suppose you haven't heard that
Miss Days mother is dead-bured yes
tcrday? Died the day before you left
homc-that scorching-hot Wednesday,"
And fCr once. at least, in her selfish,
pleasure seeking life, Isabella Sydney's
lace blanched, and terrified feeling
swept over her that was severa, min
utes in its passage.
Seven years, with their wonderful
changes TO some, their steady flow TO
)thers-their sorrows and joys, their
reward and punishment to all.
And Mrs. Stanley Sheridan, sitting
N the nursery of her most magnificent
palace in San Francisco, with her three
little ones around her, thought how
good-.how wondrously good-God had
been to her in all His ways concerning
her.
She was sitting in a great easy-Chair
sacred to mamma by everybody, from
grave, stern papa down to two-year. old
Clifford, the pet and darling of the
household--a quiet faced, lovely woman,
with serene pPtience in her eyes, and
IndCr mothcrliness on her lightly
closed lips, as she smiled back in Ethel's
tace-Ethel, her frs born, n merry,
saucy girl of six years, who was puck
ering her forehead into a frown of pre-
tended dismay.
"Ot course we shan't like her.
mammal know we shan't! Olive
Tredithlyn's governess is n horribly
cross lady. She makes Olive go over,
ana over, and over her 'rithmetic if it's
wrong"
And because Olives governcss is
strict you are determined that your new
governcss, that papa will bring from
NV York to-day, will be strict tooP
Indeed, my child, l think shall have
TO tell Mrs. Sheldon-that's her name
to make q certain little lady Ethel l
know 60 over, and over, and over her
grammar exercises"
"But if she's hateful, .mammaP" and
Elbel leaned confdingly against her
mothers chair. Mamma, you wasn't
hateful when you were governess,
were youP Tell us over again all about
it--how that wicked lady wouldn't let
you go home until poor grandma was
dead"
And the child's sweet eyes grew ten
der and misty over the well-known,
over-touching story Of the time when
beautiful mamma was only poor
governess in Mrs. Sydney's house in
hose days-those lonely, pitiful days
before papa met and loved her, and
married her.
And almost before the little story was
told, "papa,n n tall. handsome gentle