The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-10-13
A HAPPY ESCAPE.

letter.
The dusk of evening softens her florid
beauty into sweetness, which quite SUBJ
dues the heart of a young man in the
garb of carpenter. They are convers-
ing beneath the shelter of wall behind
a very handsome mansion.
SIN that hand which You have in your
pocket, Sue, is letter, as live. Let
me see it. You will not2 Then / sup
pose it is to some fellow; but I, as your
future husband, demand to see it.
Demand, indeed!" answered the girl,
saucily.
LET me look at it, Sue"
"Tis early times, I think, to be SO
masterful. If you talk like that now,
what will you do when we are married, I
wonder?"
evil you let me see the letter, Suel''
"No, won't"
"Well then good night. You'll be sor-
ry for this, 1 expect"
And with rough, sincere affection, he
snatched the girl to his arms, ard in a
second was gone.
ga jealous, silly fellowl" cried Sue,
setting her dainty cap afresh and hurry
ing off to buster road, where handsome
shops glowed with life and light. She
entered first one and then another, Civ
! ing orders at each with a merry smile
and saucy words for all. The last she
entered was that of chemist and post
office combined Here she asked for
stamp.
| AS she came out of the shop she felt
for the letter to post, and 10! it was gone.
She turned hot and cold by turns, then
hurriedly retraced her steps, looking
anxiously for the lost letter, but without
success. Then she entered the house
with burning face and a heavy heart.
A few days later lady entered one of
the many rooms in the mansion-a room
the proud, idle lady scarcely visited, for
it was the schoolroom, where troop of
noisy, spoiled children daily made life a
torture to the pale, sweet-faced girl, who
now looked up at the lady's entrance,
nervously.
The lady with the rustling robea peck
ed at the upturned faces of her offspring,
thsn seated herself in the only easy chair
in the room, saying, as she threw the
Times on the table, with an exulting
sneer:
"You see your noble lover, like the
rest of his kind, has loved and rode away.
1 told you how it would be, long ago. A
man in Sir Jasper behring's position
could not stoop 30 low as to marry
mere governess. I knew how his dis
graceful attentions would end, and warn
ed you against him; yet you would con-
tinue to make such an exhibition of your
self.
You see your devoted slave has broken
his fetters and flown off to the East-has,
in fact, accepted an important post under
the government. I think this ought to
be lesson to you not to allow your van
ity to run away with your discretion"
The young girl had taken up the paper
and read the notice referred to with dry,
agonized eyes.
1t was as though she read her death
warrant, for the man it had referred to
had for months past, to the chagrin of
the lady of the house, paid the poor, des
pissed governess all the attention of a
lover. He was many years her senior
in fact, had been her dead fathers friend
in their prosperous days, when no idea
of her present dependent position had
come to mar his content.
The little hands that held the paper
shook as with an ague, but with gentle
dignity she raised her head to just
level, saying, as she pointed to the nurse
maid, Susie, who stood by, busily dust
ing the furniture:
81 think, madam, it would have been
kinder to have reproached me when we
were alone. 1t is not often that l ask
you to remember the bond of blood be-
tween us, but in so delicate a matter as
this I should imagine that even stran-
ger would merit consideration at your
hands"
"Iudeed, Miss Prengill, since how
long have appointed you my mentor?
L trust time may bring you more hum
bic spirit, or you viii find few employers
as patient with you
With this parting shaft, the lady left
her TO resume her uninterrupted duties.
When she had gone the poor girl paused
one weary moment from her work to
struggle to conceal her emotion, but it
was of no avail, and, with an excuse to
the astonished children, she fastened to
her own room to fight out the hard fight
lone, unseen and unmarked save by One
who heals all wounds.
Maggie Prengill was not one to lie
down despairing beneath a burden; she
Ead q heart Tor any fate, and soon went
about serene and sweet as usual, but the
peach like blossom died from her gentle
face, and the soft. golden brown eyes,
whose long brown lsshes seemed tipped
with sunlight, had sad, panied look, the
sensitive mouth, too, showed signs of
sorrow, melancholy to see in one so
young.
Thus weary months rolled on in the
household, of whom one was about to de-
part, pretty Susie. The girl was greatly
attached to Maggie, who had once mrs.
I ed her through severe illness. Happy
oue was to be married to the young car
penter, who detained her while we open.
e ed our story. He was employed on one
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