Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1881-11-03
Fraser's Magazine.
UNDER FALSE C0LORS
OR, "A ROLAND FOR AN OLIVER
Continued.
ILL.

|. When Miss BOrrOWdalc reached the
small apartment near the roof, allotted
to ,ass she csught sight of her own face
and spectacles in the glass and burst
out laughing. Then she threw the
glasses off and sat down in chair be-
tween the little bed and the little win
dow and surveyed her new domain.
No hot water, glass the size of ones
face, no maid, and painted furniture,
she murmured. This is real life! !
wonder how 1 shall get through my
hair! l won't be beaten. And how can
packed my trunk Then she remember
ed that tea was the only Forthcoming
refreshment, which was the more incOn-
venient as she had lunched merely upon
biscuits and sherry.
'Oh! that drawing-room sceneP. she
continued. This is indeed something
newl The terrible fat woman with her
pomposity, the vulgar man with his
jingling pockets and his good-nature.
Those dreadful childrenl Cottagers'
children are princes to them. l never
imagined that such persons could exist.
Two months alone with those four chill
dren! Courage, my dear; human nature
is worth studying; let me merge my con-
sciousness in that of others for time.
And this is life-real life? Yes; / am
indeed living, am wrestling with cir
cumstances. l wonder if they will
starve me? 1 almost hope so. If the
rain would come through this roof, and
the wind through this window, it would
be perfectl Aud yet-poor Emmy
Here the fictitious Miss Borrewdale
burst into tears, and passed the next
ten minutes In laughing and weeping
alternately.
L say, Miss Borrowdale, amt you
coming to tea?' cried sman voice, as a
small hand ratified impatiently at the
handle of the locked door. Its getting
cold, and Monty has eaten all the jam
off the bread, and Eta and Ju say they
can't wait any longer
Then Miss Borrowdale dried her eyes,
and came down to the schOol-room, a
bare, cheerless apartment, hung with
maps and scantily furnished, on the
next floor. The window was high, and
commanded view of part Of the sta
bles, including pump. The tea-table
was not more inviting from its recent
invasion by Master Monty.
| say, haven't you been crying? he
exclaimed, with all the innocent heart
lessness Of young child. L can see,
for all your great spectacles. Why do
governesses always cry the first day ?
Only babies should cry
If you make any more remarks upon
me, Monty, l shall put you in coBner,
she replied, to his amazement.
Of course he made one to test her, and
imm mediately found himself in the corn
er. Monty felt that the crucial moment
had come, and that he or she must be
master Of the situation now and forever.
He therefore put forth all his powers.
and dreadful battle ensued, from
which Miss Borrowdale emerged victo-
rious with flushed cheeks and flashing
eyes.
To think Of q miserable little boy
like you defying meP she cried, while
Monty howled dismally, but submissive
ly, and soon came and laid his golden
curls on her shoulder, and asked to be
kissed.
1t took longer to vanquish the three
girls; but in the course of time they,
too, found that they had to d0with "a
stronger than their own, and that had
apparently never been crossed.
Let's have her sent awayPi said Ju
Eta when they discovered the fact.
What can we tell ma about herP'
This involved some cogitation on the
part of the young ladies.
A few days after her arrival, the new
governess-bonnet, spectacles and all
was walking In the fields with her young
charges, accompanied by the renowned
pug, Snip. They passed through dairy
Of sober looking cows who were thought
fully chewing the cud and blinking in
the sunshine. Snip of course few at
their heels, after the manner of small
dogs, and then dashed away snarling and
exulting at their clumsy and futile ef.
forts to poke him with their horns. But
a high-spirited young heifer too young