The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-08-07
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Poor Jessiel That was her favor
lie saying Heround, fresh childish
face comes before me now as i first
saw it; attractive with the glow of
health, and bright and innocent at
least, ifnot wholly delicate and re
fined.
What a quaint, odd and yet pa
thetic picture our shy, new scholar
presented upon the evening of her
arrival, as she stood in the stately
seminary parlor clad in her home
made dress of faded green, and sur
rounded by her strange compartment
How awkward and i'll at case she
felt among this group of elegant-
looking young girls, who had been.
brought in by the preceptress to.
'.get acquainted with her., and TO
ssmake her feel at home She.
wished they would all 90 away and
leave her alone to cry and be as
homesiclS as she pleased.
Their amused scrutiny did not
escape her observation, and their
patronizing airs cbafed her over
sensitive soul until, unable to bear
the distress any longer. she broke
away from them all with impulsive
abruptness and fled to her room to
bury her face in the pillows and cry
as if her heart would break
Some one stole in quietly, and a
kind touch rested upon the golden
head.
"oh, go away-do-I want to be
left alone" pleaded the broken voice
in smothered tones. She did not
look up, but seemed fairly to writhe
in her childish grief
"Don't send me away. want to
be your friend" was the calm. gen
tie reply. "They don't mean any
thing. They are sorry already and
have sent me to make up with you.
Come downs stairs again. I've come
for you. Won't you go with me?s.
"I'm not like them. / never can
be-" was the passionate exclamation.
"Ohl why did L ever come here2 /
wish had stayed at home with
dear grandma. She loved me, and
/ was SO happy there, and now-ohl
l never shall be happy again. and
fresh outburst of wild sobbing fol-
lowed. 81 wish l had died when
mamma did / hate this school 1
hate eve vbo,!y. But will be diff
ferent. 1 will be- was the sudden
cry in tones that started and thrilled
the calm girl beside her. They
shall not laugh at me again. There,
[ will show theml'
Jessie had risen and now stood
looking before her with an expires
sion of almost fierce resolve Well
might her new friend draw back
from that indefinahle something
which awcd her into silence. 1t
was the supreme moment of the
young life before her.
81 will be ditferent!'' How the
words rang through the room! The
twilight seemed to go out all at
once, and the blackness of the night
fell abruptly down.
Too well poor Jessie kept her
word From that hour she was
different girl The faded green
dress was never seen again, but was
hidden away somewhere with the
simple-hcarted artlessness of it's
owner, and yet few saw beneath the
real ex,erior at first. Scarcely
day passed that some one did not
remark upon the improved appear
,lnce of Jessie Stewart, and to hear,
one of her old friends exclaim de-
lightedly upon meeting her; "Why,
never should have known her''
was Il palatablc morsel to the lady
principal, and boded well for future
patronage from the rural districts.
That dashing individuality and
snowy grace denominated as style
she easily acquired, and the care
and attention which she bestowed
upon her person might have stored
her mind with an eternal possession.
Having lived heretofore only in the
simplest manner, her weak little
heart was dazzIed and captivated by
the new life into which she had
come, while the old life was ignored
or despised.
And yet a kind hearted, generous,
impulsive girl she was, with all her
frivolity. Her winsome ways and
frank speech made her popular with
pupils and teachers, and many an
otfense was overlooked that would