The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-02-16
THE DOCTORS CHOICE.

Golden buttercups, snowy heafed
daisies and blue-eyed violets were smil-
ing softly in the April twilight.
Mable gazed sorrowfully into the pur-
pie cleaning with an aching pain at her
heart. To-day her father had been laid
| in the grassy old church yard, leaving
| her friendless and homeless. Her faith
er's long illness had completely exhausted
their resources, and at his death Mable's
slender purse was only sufficient to pay
the last sad rites of the dead.
The dear little cottage-the scene of
so many pleasures and pains-would pass
into the hands of strangers, and on the
morrow she was going to the great house
on the hill TO apply for situation as
governess.
The next day, with beating heart,
Mable ascended the steps and rang the
bell at Glenwood. A pompous servant
ushered her into pretty little morning
room where a gentleman and two ladies
were sitting.
DR.. Stanley, the owner of Glenwood,
was bachelor of about thirty, tall, grave
and dignifed. His aunt, a widowed lady
had charge of his house. She was
hard, ambitious woman, whose principal
object in life was to establish her daught
er as the wife of DR.. Stanley and mis-
tress of beautifuI GIenwood
The doctor rose as Mable entered. and
walked to the opposite side of the room,
so as not to embarrass her with his pres
ence. Mrs. Stanley put up her eye-glass
and surveyed the orphan coldly, while
Grace, pretty but naughty looking girl,
stared at her auperciliously.
'You are too young objected Mrs.
Stanley.
Mables lips quivered.
but / am we'll educated, and will try,
oh, SO hard, to do as you wish" she
said, entreatingly.
Dr. Stanley had been watching the
sad-faced, black-robed figure, over his
paper, with pity and interest. He called
to his aunt.
She rose and went to where he was
standing. After long conversation
with him she came back with look of
annoyance on her face.
81 am very particular about COVER
ness for my children" she said. ST wish
one that understands French and Ger
man perfectly"
Mable's face frightened trife.
81 understand those branches quite
well. My father'-in the faltering tones
we always speak of those We have re-
Gently lost-"was a very fine scholar. and
taught me himself
She took the book and correctly read
and translated the passages Mrs. Stanley
pointed out.
The lady frowned.
''Music?" she said, briefly.
Mable seated herself at the piano, and
played with skill and brilliancy that
only perfect understanding and thorough
practice can acquire.
Mrs Stanley was in dispair; she had
nothing else to object to. But she had
no inclination to have pretty, gentle,
young girl IN the house with DIR. Stanley
until Grace became his wife-if she
could only bring about that occurrence
for she was fully aware of Grace's
short comings. DR.. Stanley had request
ed her, however, to employ MabIe, and
she always made it a point to yield to
his wishes.
"Well," she said slowly, ignoring
Grace's discontented, frowning face, 81
suppose 7 will take you on a months
trial; if you prove inefficient at the end
of that time, which have no doubt you
will, l can make other arrangements.
Poor Mablel The words and tone
were very crushing, but she had no other
recourse, she had to school her heart to
endure.
IT will send servant after your
boxes,' said Mrs. Stanley, "and you
will begin your duties at once. l don't
wish the children TO be out of school any
longer"
Mable followed servant up stairs to
q retired, plainly furnished, but very
pleasant room. She threw herself into
a low chair by the open window and
buried her face in her hands, while
burning tears streamed through her
fingers.
Sezeral months had nassed since No