Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-01-02

posed, gleefully "We can tease him to
our hearts content will sink my identity
in that of Miss Houghton, and persecute him
with my attentions.
| For moment the sisters heart misgave
her, but after all what real harm could it do
her? and SO it was agreed, and next morn
ling the children were duly presented to their
new governess.
They had anticipated her advent some
what as a reign of terror. They now Won
dered, as the days wore on, why they had
always heretofore been deprived of such
luxury.
For two hours they were closeted each
morning in Miss Houghton's own, pretty
morning room, the prettiest room in the
house mamma had given her; but, strange
to say, brother Fred seemed to consider it
quite the proper thing, under the circum-
| stances.
For two hours, then, it was their daily
prison-but such prison Candies and
story books were generously distributed
with but one prohibition, that when Uncle
| Fred questioned them about their studies
they should not divulge to him the fact that
they were growing fat and lazy.
But Uncle Fred was too absorbed in his
own thoughts to watch the children. For
| the first time in his life, he began to make
serious calculations as to how far captains
pay might go, and whether by any amount of
stretching, and any improbable bachelor
sacrifices, it might be enabled to supply two,
| when heretofore it had been conside, I'd
wholly inadequate for one.
{" I have sworn would never marry an
heiress," he said to himself, when the house
hold had glided on without changing for
some three weeks, 'lest the world would
consider me that despicable thing, for
une-hunter, or that the woman herself
might one day misjudge me; and I have
sworn never to marry poor woman, be-
cause it would entail too much mutual sac
riice. And yet, and yet, wonder if she
loves mel wonder if I could make her
happy?"
He had found, in these three weeks, the
two morning hours of the childrens tasks
the longest of the day.
He had insisted that the governess looked
pale, and prescribed for her a daily ride.
She had had no opportunity, as she had
laughingly declared, to prosecute him with
her attentions, but rather, as time wore on,
to show them with a certain shyness, new
and foreign to the girls nature.
Meantime the conspirators sat in the Ii
brary, scanning, with perplexed brows, a
letter open before them.
1t announced Miss Houghton's arrival On
the evening of that day.
What was to be done? The arch-con-
spirators solved the question
Say you are displeased with me,
and will return to New York tonight.
The new governess will arrive. His leave
expires in week. After he goes, I will re-
turn"
every Like Victor Hugo, my DEAR" re-
torted Mrs. We're, Gas to the pithiness of
your sentences; but L fear it won't flow as
smoothly as you imagine"
What does this mean?" questioned Cap
tain Osgood, a few hours later, of his SIS
ter. 81 hear the carriage is ordered for
the seven o'clock train to take Miss Hough-
ton to the depot"
''She is not quite my idea of COVER
ness" meekly and tremblingly answered
Mrs We're, quailing before his pale face and
flashing eye.
He cast upon her the first look of con-
tempt he had ever given her, and turned
away just in time to catch the futter of a
white dress upon the lawn. Straightway he
went toward it.
81 did not mean to be abrupt, Miss
Houghton," he began, when, with quick
strides, he had gained her side, ''but hear
that you must find another home. Would
you accept one if offered you-very unwor-
thy your beauty and your grace, but guarded
by mans honest love 2 1 love you, dar-
ling Will you be my wife, andShare SOL
dier's life-a soldiers fortunes"
The rich color flushed into the girls
cheeks, as she met the clear, frank gaze of
the soul-lit eyes.
Ah she had meant only to play, but she,
too, had been burned by the fires fierce
flame
"You offer me this from pity, Captain
Osgood," she said, in low, trembling tones
81 appreciate your noble generosity, but I
must not accept it."
"From pity he questioned. "Do men
pity thus? Look in ny eyes-do you read
pity there? Listen to my voice-is it pity
moves it? Let my past speak for my fu-
ture. Has pity actuated it? Oh, my love,
tell me that you lovo me, and you shall
never more know what it is to stand alone
in the world"
"Your sister has not discharged me, Cap
tain Osgood. I have discharged myself"
she said with sudden resolution.
And then, standing before him, she told
him all the story. His face, as he Listened,