The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1890-11-05
JULIET, THE ORPHAN.
BY AMY RANDoLPu.

ing to dot" said Mrs. Murdripnt.
''It's time to make up your mind about
something, you know" briskly observed
Miss Juniata Jessup.
Juliet May lifted her heavy head, and
looked at them with a vague surprise.
"Do2" she repeated. "What's there
to doa l don't know what you all
mean"
She was a dark, large-eyed girl with
cheeks as pale as a calla-leaf, Spanish
luxuriance of jet-black hair and slight
figure, which seemed to be bound by the
weight of her deep mourning. Mrs.
Murdright was tall, masculine woman,
with iron-gray hair and a square chin.
Miss Jessup wore spectacles and moved
around in an active, jerky way, like an
extra large-sized canary bird.
'1ts week tomorrow since your pa
was buried, added Mrs. Murdright.
Juliet WINGED.
EYES," she said; ~ know it. Oh,
papal papaW
''There, there" said Miss Jessup. as
the young orphan hid her face in her
hands, "don't give way. It's unchris-
tian, and it's uncomfortable, tool"
''And it's high time," steadily OBJ.
served Mrs. Murdright, ''that you looked
matters in the face, Juliet. May. You've
got your living to earn, and"
''But | thought 1 was to live with
you," said poor Juliet, who was as 10.
norant in the ways of the world as six
mOnth-old infant. You are my moth
er's sister, Aunt Murdright, and"
"That is hardly reason why should
undertake to support every relative ]
have got in the world" said Mrs. Murd-
right, sourly. You aren't child,
Juliet. You was eighteen last month,
and there's many girl of your age earns
her own living and lays up handsome
sum besides. And it's close on the first
of June, and l need every room 1 have
to let to summer boarders."
''And there is no reason" supple
mented Miss Juniata, skillfully seizing
the opportunity to strike it when Mrs.
Murdright paused for lack of breath,
''why you should sit with folded hands
while your cousin Artemisia works in
Unsatisfactory, and Louisa Lacy goes out
to tailoring"
Juliet sat looking from one to the 9th
er, while her heart seemed to stand still
within her. AT the Grange she had al
ways lived in luxury. She had been the
darling and idolized child of doting
father. She had never paused to CON
slider the question of mere money. All
good and lovely things seemed to assem-
BILE around her by magic. Every one
had spoken tenderlY to her; and now
and now"
''What am to do, Aunt Murdright2'i
she faltered. "Is all my money spent9'
"Your moneyw Historically echoed
Miss Jessup. "Poor child You hain't
got none. It's all gone in rash specula-
tions and mad inventions"
"Juniata speaks only the truth, 4" said
Mrs. Murdright, stifIiy, as Juliet's eyes
sought hers, as if to ask corroboration OF
the little old maids unfeeling words.
"You're as good as a beggar, and you
must begin to consider in serious earnes
what you are to do for your bread.
can't undertake to support you"
Juliet put her little cold hand in ,
pathetically pleading way on Mrs
Murdright's.
AUNT" said she, ''couldn't 1 stay
herei Couldn't l make myself useful tC
your
Mrs. Murdright shrugged her shoul
ders.
''I'm very sorry,n said she, ''but
don't require any one to play the piano
and sit around the house in picturesqu,
positions, and be waited on. You haven
been brought up as my girls are, Julie
Mayl"
Juliet reeoiled as if a serpent had stunl
her; she turned to Miss Jessup.
'Cousin Juniata, she said, ''you, too
are my relative. Aid mel Advise me
You have age and experience-I am h1,
lost child in this great, cruel, grinding
world" I"
Verify Juliet May was but novice il
all conventional wisdom, or she neve
would have alluded so unguardedly L
the age aud experience of the sprightll
spinster. Miss Jessup bridled.
81 really don't know that have an }
thing TO say" said she. Gas Mrs. Murd
right remarks, people must expect Il
work IN this worldl"
But Miss Jessup studiously banisheC
from her recollection the fact that, wheI