Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-04-17

that something may not arise 70 obviats
the necessity OF your shaving as govern
ess at all7-
I can't imagine what you mean, said
GWendoline, with q puzzled expression.
Are not my father and / poor enough
already, In all conscience7 And are not
poor people to either work or starvs in
this queer vork-a-day worldf-
i suppose 50, unless they suddenly
cease to be poor was the enigmatical
response, accompanied by q mysterious
look, which Gwendoline found wholly
unaccountable. -odder things than your
becoming decently well-to-do, II not
brilliantly rich, have often taken place
heretofore, and may occur again.
And with these words she again said
goodnight for all, and hurried out
through the garden.
wait, Miss Winford, waltz Aunt
Joan called after her. 1T is dark, and
there will be storm. One Of my boys
will see you home"
no, thanks, Aunt Joani" came back
Miss Winford's voice in reply, her form
having already vanished out Of the gate
| into the darkness. Il am used to being
out alone, and / know every foot Of the
way up through the cliffs.
run after her, Peter, runi" said Aunt
Joan. The poor thingl Mark how the
lightning fashes!" r
Peter had already put on his hat and
| jacket, with the intention of accompany
ing Miss Winford in case of being asked,
though too bashful to make the PROPOSE
tion Of his own volition, and he now
dashed out of the garden and up the
road in the direction she had taken.
He returned, however, after the storm
had burst, and re-entered the cottage in
surly humor, to report that he had been
unable to overtake or see anything Of the
object Of his pursuit
Aunt Joan expressed fear lest Miss
Winford might be unable to obtain shell
ter from the storm, but he quieted her
apprehensions by reminding her that
there were three or four small cottages,
besides jasmine Lodge, between the
beach and the top of the road, and little
more was thought of it.
| When Gwendoline was bidding her
father goodnight in the rooms up above,
little later, her father said:
What did you think, Gwenny, Of Miss
Winford's strange words at going, about
the possibility of our some time being rich
again?"
Il did not know what to think o1
them" she replied.
Neither did just then, but begin tc
understand them now" said the old gen.
tleman, with quick return to his COM
planning tone. %She meant-she referred
in some way to Lord Squanderall's offer
But she was out, she was out! Such lucl
never offers itself again, after being once
madly set aside. Never, pever!'
And, thus signing and groaning, h,
disappeared into the room that had beer
allotted to him.
at suppose that must have been wha
she meant, though it did not occur to m,
at the time," sadly thought Gwendoline
as she sought her own repose. Poor, dea
, papa! but for him there would be no pub
! ficity at all; and only hope shall no
:. feel too mortified and shame-faced, if
should chance to meet Lord Squanderal
, again."
l But it is to be noted, in passing, tina
a both she and her father we're wide of tn
mark, as to the real significance Of tn
housekeeper's parting words.
9 Peter had not overtaken or dIscovere
: Miss Winford for two reasons. In tn
Q first place, she had proceeded up the hill
much faster than he, upon becomin
aware Of the rapidity with which th
tempest was gathering; and in the ne1
place, upon entering the rocky gap in th
road, which has been described, the tel
rifying flashes of the lightning had iu
PEELED her to shrink for safety under
: slightly projecting shelf, which ha
Z caused him to 60 as far as the top OF th
road and return, without seeing her.
A few moments afterward there was
particularly vivid fash, and she perceive
: ! that she was not alone in her rocky She
ter.
! why, Mrs. Beane, it is youl' she ez
claimed, as another flash followed
q Yes, it is me, Miss Winford," reptile
n the person thus suddenly reveale,
! 4Hsrkl just before you came, ] thougl
!. heard some shouts.
Il Il hear nothing now but the approac
d Of carriage wheels, " said Miss Winfard.
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