The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1883-06-16


artist eyes, which took her in at glance.
like n wild rose just out of thicket,
with the dewy morning brightness brim-
ming in her bright eyes, the pink of rose
petals in her cheeks and soft, warm,
shimmering sunbeams woven into the
ripple of her brown hair. How bis art
list fingers longed for canvas aud colrrs,
to give TO his beloved st. Agnes that
beautiful hairl
But the wild rose might as well have
been blooming in her natiye thicket. IL
vain Martie peeped from the front win
dows, aud held her breath when the
door bell rang. No ono came to see the
gray dress that morning.
The black dress Jared better. 1t was
called upon; and MArtie went down to
the parlor, with her heart in her mouth,
to meet the grand lady whose carriage
and dashing horses she had watched as
they drew up in splendid style before
the house. But, alas! Martie was not
experienced, and Martie was too young,
aud though madam did not say So Mar
tie was too pretty, for there was a grown
up son in the family, and to set youth
and beauty before him in tho shape of a
young governess would be tempting
Providence. Madam was very sorry,
hoped this and that, and swept graceful
ly out to her carriage, while Nartie
mounted with rather slow steps to her
little fourth-story roem, to watch and
wait, and wonder if everybody would
dnd her too young. She was not to
blame for it, anyhow, she said to herself,
trying to coax a laugh.
No one else came that day, but the
next morning there was an early call for
"the lady who advertised. Martie was
glad she had on the gray dress; perhaps
she looked older in it. But gray or black
was all the same; she was again weighed
in the balance and found wanting-not
in years this time, but in German; and
as one weary hour after another went
by, and no applicants appeared, Martie
grew heavy hearted. Her advertisement
was to appear Tor three days. Two had
already passed, resulting in disappoint-
ment. Mr.. Allen tried to encourage
her, but when night came, and the six
o'clock dinner, Martie felt sad and home
sick.
81 hope no one has made arrangements
to carry you off just yet" MIR. Raymond
said, as he took seat beside her at their
end OF the long tatle.
mo- said Martie, mo one wants me,
I'm too Young and don't know Ger
man." And II big round tear rolled over
into her teacup.
"There's no cause for encouragement
in that, l assure you, said Mr.. Raymond.
II know people who would not find fault
with YOU on either score"
Then he went on talking to her in
such pleasant way that she soon be-
came interested, forgot all her troubles,
and the tear in her teacup, and was as
merry as though she had been older and
had known German.
Mr.. Raymond stayed downstairs until
ten o'clock, read aloud an old-time fire.
side story, and. kept the ball OF conver-
sation rolling in such pleasant channels
that the evening was gone before Mar!ie
knew it, and spite of all her disappoint-
ments it had somehow been the pleas
antcst one she had spent there,
The next morning lady came to see
Martie in behalf of her mother.in-law.
ana Mariie Engaged to 60 the following
day to see the place and people.
There was no poetry about Mrs.
Myrick. She was pure, unadulterated
wanted her girls to have good, strong
eddioation no jimcracks, no furrin'
language to lbber in. She was willing
to pay good wag,s-would give gov
erness SlOO year and her board; but
she mustn't expect much waiting On.
They didn't keep any servants didn't
need any. a pity 'twouli be if two hearty
girls like hers couldn't do their own
work,
Poor Martie! She would not say no
at once, because this was, so far her
only chance; so she promised to give an
answer soon, and she went back to her
room praying heaven to send her some
thing better,
She thought her prayer was answered
when a gentleman called that evening
talked with her about his three little
girls, and seemed well satisfied with the
modest account she gave of herself. lie
was very particular about music, how
ever, aud would be glad to hear Miss
Woodbridge play. Their interview had
taken place in the kindly shelter Of the
quiet little reception room; but the
piano was in the big parlor, and in there
the professor and the Rev. PaGi Apollos
were discussing earth and heaven. Tie
colonel was stalking about, showing "a
his martial figure, and the young bride,
by the side of her new lord, vas holding
court in the midst of lively circle oi
callers.
Shy, bashful Martie! How could she
play before all these people, Poor, timid
little wren, that had just crept from
under the mother wing aud flown out o.
her nest! Could she show what sweet
music she knew how to make with {
crowd of liateners?
There was none Of the airs and grace
of tho muslc-poundiug young woman
about Marlie, as she dropped down upon
the piano stool aud took a moments
gure before entering upon the dreadful
ordeal. 'rwas no use waiting, but alb
If the gentleman would but sit down
Why will he stand beside her and watch