Smyrna times., 1882-03-08
Never mind, Matte" she said. 81
IS true: we are middle-class people"


1t isn't that. But you know. mother,
even if the potatoes turn out well, we
Shall not have dollar over when the
year is out. How are we going to meet
this high tide of company and fashion
and foreign nobility? Julia is quite capa-
BILE of staying Il month if the whm for
hermitage life seizes her."
We can do without our winter dress
Is. said mother, thoughtfully. "But
even with that. the table must be verv
plain
wondered secretly if the blessed wo-
man had put this calamity in the care OF
the angels. Afterward, I believed that
she mad
Julia came; SO did the lovers; so did
Count Pasco.
Ihere was regiment Of them at the
village inn, but they took our house bv
storm all day.
There were charade-parties, picnies. ex-
cursions, Julia trailed her magnificent
silks or gauzy lawns up and down the
wet meadows; she called the old home
stead "a charming old rookery !" pointed
cut the magnificent sweep of hill and
valley to the east, with the great, glitter
ing plane of the bay beyond, as a mice
little effect" and told Count Pasco that
mother and were queer bits of human
briC-a-br
but she was so pretty, and brilliant,
and wilful, that nobody could be angry
with her.
One day 1 found her in the kitchen in
blue silk wrapper, perehed on a flour
barrel, while Christina, standing before
her, poured out flood of words, sobbing
and wrlnging her hands. Tears. too. had
wet Julia's rose-leaf checks.
What is the matter? Can you under
stand her?" l asked.
Pretty well. You know passed a
summer in Norway, and picked up good
deal of the language. Poor thing! She
was brought here by mistake.
BY mistaken"
- '4'S 'AOJ were lEIgHlIullN
poor-hcr mother and brother and her
selt-and she went as nurse with some
tradeSmanS $ wife to Bremen. When her
time of service was out, she was sent home.
but by mistake, at night, was put aboard
the steamer for Philadelphia instead of
for Christiana.
Why We ought to send her back
again = cried, feeling as if had been
concerned in case of kidnapping.
NO Better bring her family here.
She says it is so beautiful, so plenty TO
eat; it is like the Garden of Eden. If
her mother and Jan could come. she
would have nothing more 10 ask"
She might save her money and send
for them"
" 1t costs a good deal. 1t would take
her years to earn SO much Besides. Jan
Is under bonds to pay debt of his faith
er's. | don't know how much. One or
two hundred dollars. No; she'll have to
carry her burden like the rest of us.
Where's the count?" and she skipped from
the kitchen humming gay song, while
Christina turned hopelessly away to her
work
The few stammered words In her own
tongue, however, had made the poor girl
slave to Julia. She followed her around
from that day, waited on her: told her
her story hundred times.
" ! am horribly bored by this unendur-
able talk of 'mutter, mutter,' and Jan,
Jan, said Julia, stretching her tiny
mouth in yawn.
at is thp only thing she knows" said
mother, gently.
DO keep her away from me to-day,
then," impatiently.
Today was to be signalized by an
oyster-bake on the shore of the bay. The
count and four other worshippers were
supposed to act as cooks and servitors,
but Christina did all the work.
She built the fire of driftwood; cut the
bread; made the coffee and baked the
oysters, running inceSsantly to Julia with
the biggest, her round face red as a
peOny,
IT was gray, gusty day; too gusty for
us to use the little sail boat which was
drawn upon the beach. The disappoint-
ment offered Julia a chance for pretty
willful pettshness.
" Too provoking! had set my heart
on sail!'' she cried pouting. ~ will
wager rose against a pair of gloves that
I have it yet, count" her eyes suddenly
sparkling.
The bet was taken. Half an hour after
ward we missed Julia, and the next mo-
ment saw her in the cock-shell of boat
drifting out of the little cove. the sail,
halfraised, tapping in the wind. She
stood on the bow, her red ribbons fluttOr-
ing, kissing her hand saucily.
II have won. have won the bet ~
she cried
Put about" shouted the count.
you are going out to sea P'
We rushed down to the edge of the
water, all shouted orders at once. Julia,
terrified by the sudden consciousness of
her danger, sprang on the bow, A heavy
flaw came just then, and the boat was
capsized instantly.
Mon Dieu / cannot SWIM" cried
the count, The other men were in the
same case. Two of them, however, threw
themselves into the water manfully, but
they were washed back. A solid body