The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-07-07
IMP, OR ANGEL?

My aunt Urania is woman Of grea
! energy and penetration. If she sets her
self to discover secret, she never rest:
until she has enlightened herself doWr
| 10 its inmost recesses. When my pretty
friend Elizabeth Terry was holding Us
all in suspense as to her intentions with
regard to the interesting Widower who
now speaks of her so afectionately as
ssmy present wife' (signifcant not only
of q certain past, hut Of q possible
future), Aunt Urania invited the wary
Elizabeth to take a long country drive
"And, my dear, I'll have it out Of her,
if we don't get back till midnight" she
said. They were gone only two hours.
and my aunt entered with triumphant
face, the grays all in a lather from the
victorious haste of her return, while In
strong contrast was Elizabeth's serene
inconsistencies.
Chow did you do it?" 7 inquired, at
the first possible moment. "Did she
confess it alp"
ssConfess! my dear, not a word. She
hasn't an idea that she has betrayed
herself. I only asked her, quite casu-
ally, how many children Mr.. Will IS
has, and she answered ''Three," with
such look, such a sigb!"
The event proved my aunt's acute
ness, and made her more than ever to us
ali an object of admiration and terror.
It was rather unfortunate for me that
Aunt Urania put off her projected jour-
uey to Europe for six months-the six
months which decided my fate in life.
should have enjoyed them much more,
and managed my affairs much more
smoothly, uninspected by her keen eyes,
unadvised by her keener tongue. I
shall always believe it showed very
persistent State Of feeling both in Harry
and me not to retire discounted from
so watchful q sentinel.
"Yes, of course, your attachment to
The child is very natural, my DEAR" she
would say, ''as said to Mrs. Dubois
only yesterday. Nothing I said, can
be more natural. Susan Bardmore,
Henry Bent's first wife, was like sister
to my niece; no friends could be more
intimate; and of course she feels very
much for the little boy"
Iwish you wouldn't talk SO, aunty!"
exclaimed. Henry Bent's first wife !
I never heard that he had more than
oneE'
cob, no, not as yet, my dear, but it
S only a question Of time; and pretty
generally very abrupt question, and
Short space allowed for an answer. OF
course he must have somebody to look
after that child; never saw in all my
lie child that needed it more The
most saucy, spoiled little Tretch-a per-
fec: little impr'
,'Aunty! Heis perfect little angel %
saiu I. LAS fer care, Coralie keeps him
;n beautiful order, and he is entirely
bcaithy and happy here in the country.
An;. it is all very well tosay, OF course
lie must have somebody to take care OF
The child, of course he must marry,
when YOU know that if he had no child
you would say, OF course he must
marry, poor fellow! he is all alone; if
he had even child to care for, it would
be different" For my part" added,
81 haze second marriages"
'Oh, you do," said Aunt Urania;
and then ensue6 q pause, broken by
q humping at my door with little closed
fists.
LET lie 10, let me in, Nora," said
The dear ljttlevoice, in just his mothers
old. sweet, imperative way. And the
dancing eyes that laugh up at me out Of
that lair little face are Susie>s very eyes.
l want you, my own Nora" said the
darling. "There is a little calf in the
barn, and papa says can go to see it,
and you must take me-"
"Hoity-toity!" said Aunt Urania.
s~That is q pretty way to talk to lady.
Must take you, indeed"
Papa didn't say Just that, did he
Bardie?" I asked, annoyed to feel NY
self coioring under aunty's keen eye:
He said I mustn't 60 unless had
the best Of care; and I know he meant
you. because Coralie is very careless; he
said she was yesterday, when I got my
boots wet. And the old cow butts at
me if I go near her. So you must