The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-04-20

can be placed In the category. Julie is
inclined TO be very stiff and dignified
with him at first--the incident of the
strawberry-bed being yet fresh in her
mind-but few could long resist Mr.
Grey's simple unaffected kindliness Of
manner, joined as it is to a refinement
and intelligence far above the ordinary
We see good deal of Mr. Morgan,
also, and man of the world though he
is, accustomed to and fond of gay So
ciety, he seems to find some charm in
our quiet home that draws him to it
again and again. That il is our bril-
liant Julie who Is the attraction, auntie
is pleasurably convinced
sit would be most advantageous
match for her, she remarks one day.
''But, auntie, don't believe she cares
one bit for him." interpose. jules
ideal is very high. What do you think
about il, Pruep"
A little flush steals over my elder sis
ter's face as she looksup from her work.
IF Mr.. Morgan loves her, hardly
think she can fail to care for him." she
says quietly.
Awhile later we are all invited over
to Cragghead, Mr.. Morgan's beautiful
| home.
1t is one Of the most charming spots
imaginable, and / think as look about
that all it needs is mistress, and l
wonder if Julie really does care for its
master
We are not bad-looking group,
think complacently, as we enter the
drawing-room, at the head of which the
daintiest of little old ladies, Mr.. Nor
gans aunt, stands to receive his guests.
OF course Julie is the one the eye
would be drawn to first, she is even
more radiant than usual tonight, in her
rose-pink tulle and forget-me-nots; but
as look at Prue, l wish some one could
paint. her just she is this evening.
She is all in white, and the roses at
her waist and throat are scarcely as
purely fair as her own dove-like face.
'sAnd this is Miss Lisle-and Miss
Julie and Miss DOt-my dears, l feel
as if knew you already, have hcard
of you so often rom my nephew He
cherishes p great regard for .your
family
This from Miss Morgan, with y light
ing up of the kind face that shows she
means it.
eve, too, look upon your nephew as
a very dear friend, Prue replies.
just at this moment the gentleman
himself comes up and catches the last
words.
"ThaEks, Miss Lislc," he says. Then
he shakes hands with Julie and myself,
and then turning back to her, he offers
his arm for a promenade. The evening
passes, as do all enjoyable things, all too
quickly.
Chow sorry auntie will be that her
headache prevented her coming, when
we tell her what thoroughly delight
full time everyone had" | say as we
drive homeward.
Julie is the only one that answers,
and / think how very tired Prue must
be, and that she can't be feeling well,
she is so very quiet all the way home,
not seeming TO hear our lively chatter.
A month goes by, and one day ru-
mors come to us of the outbreak in the
village, mile away from us, of q con-
tagious fever.
The days as they pass seem very dull,
for every one is quarantined.
Soon afterthe entertainmentat Cragg-
head, Mr.. Morgan had gone into the
City to attend to some business matters,
and so we have not his CHEEKY visits to
enliven us. We see nothing now of our
pastor as well, for, from the first, he
has been untiring in his ministrations
among the sick. He has no fear of the
disease, he has said to those of his
friends who have demonstrated with
him for thus exposing his precious life,
but we all know well enough, knowing
his daring, resolute Christian nature,
that even were he sure that he would
take the contagion, his course would be
just the same.
We read in the papers that, despite
all efforts, the disease is increasing, and
that what are most needed and hard to
procure are nurses to care for the sick.
The details, as we read them, are
narrowing and pitiful in the extreme;
but though our tears fall only one of us
feels the sudden flame of a courageous
resolve fire our heart.
One noon Julie does not make her APP
pearance at lunch.
On going to her room, little note
upon her dressing-tablo explains the
reason.
Auntic reads it aloud, and then we
all sit and look at each other aghast,
the utmost surprise and dismay pictured
upon our faces.
Julie-our gay capricious sister-has
gone ''to do"--so she says-''thc little
that lies in her power to mitigate the
suffering in the village"
She tells us not to worry, for she is
''young and strong" that she knew
auntie would never give her consent,
and so she took the matter in her own
hands.
Young and strong! All yes, but the
tenderest flowers are those that Death
delights to garner.
But she has gone. We are powerless
to bring her back. All we can do is to
pray with imploring hearts that God
will so guard the pathway of our dear,
impulsivc noble-hearted sister that no
harm may befall her.
The same week that Julie went, Mr..
Morgan returned home.