The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1886-03-24

"Yes,' = answered Lucille, with a
great exertion at Stealing her
voice.
And The child al once disappear.
ed into the house, leaving her sic.
ter staring shyly at the stranger
A pIeasantfaced lady soon ap.
peared in the doorway.
"Will you walk 10, pleases It's
very warm without"
Lucille did so, more by sense Of
feeling than sight, for memories
were OverpoWeriug.
"You come iniaaswerto the ad-
vertisement Miss"
"Lalhrop," said Lucille, family,
and pushing aside her veil with.
reluctance, as she remembered her
tearstsiued face.
But the darkness q Tho room
only revealed It's excessive pailoF,
nothing more.
a would bo pleased to secure the
position; and can teach. musis,
French, German, and, with a little
study, Latin. But l am a-stran.
ger here, and my references are
from places and people so distant
that ! did not know whether you
would be willing to accept them"
Two keen, bright eyes had been
searching her face as she spoke,
and their owner was making up
her mind in a hurried, decisive
manner Characteristic Of her.
81 think | would be willing. Il
Are you fond Of children2"
"YOs, madam"
Sand have taught before?"
"For three years, in a family
from whom l bring recommends
tion."
A few more questions and an.
swers followed; and then, almost
before Lucille realized it, she was
engaged, shown to her room, and a
boy dispatched TO the village for
her trunk.
"Cau it be possible, or am l only
dreaming2" she murmured, sinking
into the chair by the window, in
very room that had belonged to her
governess. Father, mother, do
you know that | am at home2
Homel Oh, what a bitter mockcryI
| must go away againl l can never
bear i'll"
But she did bear it, and soon
learned TO love those who now call.
ed it home.
Mrs. Morton was a widow, with
a fraak, impulsive heart, that was
soon won by the stranger aud the
children fell promptly in love with
their new governess, who never
grew tired strolling about the
grounds with them, aud telling the
most wonderful stories Of how an.
other little girl had once lived
there and dOnc so aud so.
II was a life nearer happy than
any she had lived for ten years;
and many, many times the truth
hung to her lips when talking with
Mrs. Morton. But she never spoke
IL.
"SuCh o piece Of news!" said that
lady, coming in one day with an
open letter in her hand. "My
brother is coming home" "YesPo
said Lucille, with polite interest.
"The one you call your favorile2 Is
he coming to visit you?7
"Visit me2 Why, this is his
housed" laughed Mrs. Morton,
throwing down the garden hat
"And with such a lovely home as
this, he leaves me to do as l please
here, and goes roaming around the
world after girl he loved years
ago. This was her home. Why,
Miss Lathrop-"
"0h, it is nothing" interrupted
Lucille, ghastly pale, "OnIy a
stitch in thy side. | had them fire..
quently. But was interested in
your story. l did not mean to in.
terrupt Go on, please"
a really don't know all the par.
ticulars, often as l have heard
them," said Mrs. Morton. "But
they were engaged, and, l say, this
was her homei but heSfalher forg.
ed or something, and killed him.
self, and then the girl and her
mother gave up everything and
disappeared. But l forgot to say
that just before that my brother
had been called abroad, and was
reported lost at sea, but had escap.
ed death in the miraculous way
that some people,"
But, with startled cry, she in.
,o.rr,,tod Lo.,,If l