The Dawson journal., 1883-10-25
my Colin, My Dear"
BY Anthony E. Anderson.

"'"0' 0oo1, panSy-blue eyes, crisr
tendrlls Of brown hair waving bacl
from the low, fair brow, and with :
darling witchery and sparkle about
her which is decidedly charming.
Lady Hamilton, they called he,
and it is not misnomer, for there is
regal grace about her which suits
to perfection, though she is OILY a
governess On salary of two hun.
dred dollars year.
Adelaide Hamilton, a poor Ameri.
can girl' with no earthly possessions
except youth and beauty and a few
graceful accomplishments, and there
you have my heroine.
The Charltons think as much of
Lady as if she Lad been one of tbei =
own family, and as Tor her two
young pupils, why, they simply
adore her.
The two Charlton girls are almost
as tall as Lady Hamilton herself,
and certainly possess more dignity +:
and when you find out that one is
governess it is quite ridiculous to
see these three together, they act 50
much ike three merry little hoydens.
Lady, you can't ever guess who's
coming tomorrow" says ILL Charl-
ton, looking up from her Latin, her
brown eyes shining.
"Can't II" says lady,Y laughingly.
Haven't 1 heard that paragons
name on your lips for the past
month? really dread to meet that
brother Coin of yours. I've good
mind TO run away, and SO escape his
penetrating glances'
"Oh, Lady, you won't will you q"
says Lea, anxiously. Don't be-
lieve I4ill he doesn't criticise one
bit Besides" enthusiastically, "He
could never find fault with you"
Thanks DEAR" says Lady, CRATE
fully. ''Well, 1 guess I won't GO"
She will not like Colin Charlton.
she is quite sure of that. But for
all tha:, much to her own annoyance
she fnds herself humming every
little while:
'0b, Colin, dear Colin, my Colin,
my dear! !
The next day, there being no les
sons for Lill and Lea, Lady strolls
away from the house ilto the sur
rounding meadows, She had 10 no.
ton of being present when Colin
Charlton arrives.
The day is warm, lazy and de-
lightful. The bright sun looks
down even more kindly benignant
than in his wont.
With deep sigh OF delicious con-
tent Lady sinks down in shady
place by a brook which gurgles and
laughs up into her face, and tries IN
vain to correctly mirror her fair
face in its restful bosom.
With a sudden start and self accu-
sing little laugh, Lady recollects her
self, and turns away from the
brook.
"What vain little fool am,"
she thinks, shaking herself vigorous
ly in imagination. "For all the
world like this shallow little brook!
1 wonder half wistfully, "what he
will think of me-my Colin, my
dear?'
Giving herself another mental
shake, she opens book of poems
she has brought with her, and tries
to read. But the day is too delight
to waste in reading and somehow
Lady's thoughts will wonder to-day
and, oh, humiliating to confess they
always revert to the unknown Colin
Charlton, my Colin, my dearl"
Lady had delicious voice, clear,
and with a peculiar sweet intonation
all its own. She sighs now, and, as
the sweet tones rise, the garrulous
little brook stops to listen.
"Where the birch-tree hangs weeping o'er
fountains 50 clear,
At noon shall meet him, my Colin my
dearl"
There is q sudden stamping OF
feet. and a muffied, roaring sound,
and then
Lady Hamilton starts up with a
shrill scream, and stares about her
in terror and alarm. Oh, where
shall she go? There is terrible
creature bearing down upon her
with all possible speed, while before
her the faithless brook laughs derls-
ively at her woeful predicament.
We'll Il ia perhaps preferable to be