The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-02-25
BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY.
Her Story.

was a governess when I first met him, and
he was the new curate. was not very happy,
for had charge of four tiresome girls just
getting into those most Objectionable ages
eleven to sixteen; and was only twenty my
self. Sometimes felt as if could not cope
with them; and I twas obliged to be stern,
prim and old-maidish to try to keep up their
respect. When the sun shone and,the flowers
bloomed, longed to sing and dance in the
fullness of youth and health; for / was only a
girl after all. Me-.
dare say ought to have liked teaching
but did not; hated it, and | was miserable.
Those four girls tormented me; they were not
lovable, and Iyearned after the little ones in
the nursery. Myemployers were kind, I think
but governess is rarely very happy, and
was young and lonely-an orphan and alone in
the world. / had no relatives, save an uncle
in Australia, who sometimes wrote to me and
occasionally sent me ive-pound note.
Mr.. Ponsonby was our Rector-an old cler-
gyman of the humdrum style, and the greater
share of whose work fell to the hands Of neo-
phytes, who came and went in succession. We
that is, | and my Oldest pupil Caroline
used to teach sin the SNnday-school. Mrs
Thomson liked ber girls to be useful; and, as
Caroline was only sixteen, she wished me to
help her to teach by taking part of her class.
was vexed at this, for did not teach all the
weeks And yet grew to like the work. The
sOlemn-faced, innocent little rustics were a
weekly relief, in their very simplicity and awe
struck respect for teacher from the airs and
graces of the young ladies in the schoolroom.
On the SUNDAY that saw Mr. Clitheroe first
j was teaching my small scholars, when the
door opened and the Rector came In. He never
minded me, and continued trying to impress
some fact on the blue-eyed innocent who stood
demurely before me, and who, as firmly be-
lieved, was counting the bright buttons on my
jacket instead oflistening. Suddenly raised
c. q c on funn ;n@
grave and intellectual. l stopped and hest
tated. The stranger, seeing that he had put
me out moved aside, and at that moment Mr..
Ponsonby came up to him.
II must introduce the teachers to YOU" he
said. "Mr. Clitheroe, this is Miss Hodgson, who
has the first Glass; ''.'
few words were jnterchanged; then they
came to US.
''This is Miss Carolina Thomson, of the
Grange said the Rector, who is 50 kind as to
help US; and this-this is--hum-eh- Miss
Miss $50 -! az
Morley said, quietly, to help him out of
30, yes, Miss Mofqey'' he said. a.. .
A formal bow then followed, and they passed
After this saw Mr.. Clitheroe very often; he
became the greatest comfort to me, though he
did not know it. His sermons went to my heart
Gradually my life grew more tolerable to me.
wv AOoAioA iibllt lulhSt! lpcDdu W lOOk LOT
ward to Sunday, to cherish his words and looks,
to think, am afraid, more of the preacher than
OF the message he delivered. In nearly year
! had hardly spoken to him dozen times; but
! often fancied that his eyes rested kindly and
mqulringly on me. Then came our school
treat; aud, as Mr.. Thomson was the Squire,
and gave the feast inv his grounds, dressed
myself on that bright day. 1t was only plain
muslin gown that wore; but, with blue rib
bon in my hair and a nosegay, I'm nv dress,
could see that looked nice. The day went
on; Mr.. Clitheroe Lever came near me-never
spoke to me. He had talked and laughed,
played with the children, Joined in the games
and helped with the refreshments; but he took
no heed of me, who'was doing all this, also.
My hopes-though what had hoped | knew
not-drooped, and thought it was going to
be blank day. Mr.. Chtheroe took not the
slightest notice of me: and after tea felt too
lonely to play. The children, fortified by tea
were no longer shy and in need of help; and
wandered away into the park. l felt sad, and
the tears came into my eyes. He might have
spoken a word to me- thought.
Presently tall figure appeared beside me,
and voice that thrilled me said
Tired, Miss Morleys You have worked too
hard.n
What glorious walk wehad He drew
all my simple story out of me, and told him
all my "disagreeablesn and troubles. Hewas
so kind; he cheered me, he made me look on
the sunny side, and he spoke of himself ALSO
In TACT, as we sat there chatting, forgot
that was governess-forgot that was on
earth; till some one called him away, and did
notspeak to him again that day.
l came back to mundane things sharply
enough when stupid little Caroline came sim
pering up and began to tease me about him.
notwithstanding my sharp rebuke.
/ saw more Of Mr.. Clitheroe after that, and
he and | always seenied-at least1 fancied So
to have kind Of taeit sympathy between us.
could no longer conceal the secret from my
self that loved him, but scarce dared to hope
my love was returned Done day a'letter'was
brought TO me in strange, and yet strangely
familiar, hand, bearing only our village post
mark. My heart throbbed, my color came and
went-the more so as caught Caroline's eyes
liked upon me with an expression of amuse-
ment. felt that was betraying myself, and
with mighty, effort, / laid the letter face
downward upon the table.
" Go on, Caroline,''I saids don't stop like
that" And Schiller was resumed, though it
was as much as could do to translate him
decently. isE~ee .nn CO. cannon .-
The first free moment had opened the let
ter and read: ~
DEAR MISS MORLEY Pardon me if | seem
abrupt, but love you. adore you. You are
beautiful as an angel, you areslovely as d rose
only live for you. / cannot exist any longer
without you.h love you as my own life. Give
me hope; say yes; that you feel some inter-
est in me-that may fly to your feet and there
pour out my deyotion,s Dearest Miss MorleN
write to me. answer me; tell me you will be
my bride. In longing suspense,