The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-02-03


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81 think this case will meet all you
aspirations" remarked Sister Helen, wit
another Of the cool moonlight smiles. eth
applicants are not exactly poor, but thei
servants, with the exception Of one faithful
old housekeeper-who has herself com
hither for aid, and will conduct you imme
diately to the place-have been frightened
away BY the mere sound Of n contagious dis
ease. Can you GO at once?"
'within an hour" promptly answered
Olive. /" / must first go home and tell man,
ma, and put up few articles of clothing.
Do So" said Sister Helen, composedly
as in all human likelihood it will be som,
time before you can be released from you
duties in this suffering household"
Olive went home.
Mamma" she said. mastering up al
her courage, 81 have as last found some
thing to do!'
Going into situation, Ell ~ said Mrs
Montana, with frozen Indifference. "Jus
IS you please |"
Well, not exactly situation, explained
Olive. 81 But have been to Saint Marcia
Guild, and Sister Helen is going to set m
10 work as nurse"
Mrs. Montana made no reply. Esmerald
never even looked up from her work. Aun
Matilda went on with her Berlin wool knit
ting without the faintest manifestation 0
interest.
Olive hurst into tears, and ran out of thu
room.
How cross aud hateful they all are =
she sobbed. ~ don't much care If never
come home again I"
She packed her little bag, and put on hel
darkest and plainest suit of clothes, AN
FASTENED back to Saint Marcia's Guild.
I'm ready" she said.
And Sister Helen committed her to the
charge Of wrinkled old woman in black
serge cloak and hood.shaped bonnet Of
sh;rred black silk.
This is the new nurse, Mrs. Tibbs,
said Sister Helen, with an Introductory
wave of her hand.
"She looks very young" said the old
crone, discontentedly eying Olive Mon
tand.
"Youth is no objection" mildly decided
Sister Helen. "Your employer will find
Miss Montand faithful and active, I am
quite certain"
And Olive went away, with curious
brill Of exultation In her heart. She had
found career at last.
where are we going ?" she ventured to
ask Of the silent old housekeeper, when
they had been about two hours on thu
train.
To Silver Falls Station" was the reply.
Olives eyes sparkled; her cheeks red.
dened.
Silver Falls Station !" she repeated to
herself. why, that 10 where Waldo Mag
aus lives only hope he won't know that
am in the same town. Really, this is 60
ing TO be quite delightful mystery, like
the novels we used to hide under our pill
lows at boarding-school.'
Absorbed in these reflections, Olive WA
quite surprised when at last they reached
Silver Falls.
She followed the old woman out upon the
platform
There's Mr.. Magnus' carriage now"
said the housekseper. They must have
expected us by the train. P'raps the young
lady that they call Sister Helen autographed.
I'm glad of it, anyhow. It'll save us a
three-mile trudge to Castle Magnus"
Olive stared ct her companion.
81 Are we going TO Castle Magnus ?" she
cried.
Why, of course we are |" said the wo-
man, impatiently. Where else should we
go? Isn't 1t Mr.. Magnus that is sick, and
young Mr.. Waldo fairly worn out waiting
on him? Please to get in as quick as posi-
BILE; we've been away too long already"
swell" said Olive to herself, as she sank
back among the dark-blue cushions of the
carriage and closed her eyes in bewildsr-
ment, "this certainly must be Kismet !
Here am I, after all my vows and afirma-
tons, going directly to my Cousin waldo'a
house, can only hope he won't know
me. And / shall call myself Miss Montague
or something else. The thing is getting
more exciting every moment. But I've com.
menced my career, and certainly shall moi
retrace my footsteps
Rather mora than two ,nontha had