The Press., 1891-08-27

ever, and the old house in the city had been devoured by the tax gatherers and the artisans who repaired it until the ten- ants took flight, the sisters moved to Langham Villa, which was still their own and might continue to be so, while some one earned enough to pay the tax collect- or his dues and to hire a man to do the chores. In the New England vernacular "chores" consisted of various duties, from milking COW and cutting wood, to getting the daily mail and driving out the ladies of the house. .H
 MT. Calcott, in recommending Miss Nancy Furlong for the position of gov erness, had spoken of the ladies as emil nently respectable; and his word was made good in the person of Miss Nancy. Mildred Furlong lived in different world and breathed another air from that
 of her sisters; and if she felt oppressed
 and wearied at times by their questions
 and limited outlook, she merely sighed
 and remembered how much they had lost l and how kind they had always been to
 her, the baby of the flock. When she heard that Nancy, the third
 sister, who used old-fashiened Latin, and
 would rather dig among ancient Greek
 roots than attend to the active duties of
 the present day, had been selected to take
 charge of the education Miss Maida Hale, Mildred smiled sadly and said: "Poor 1 girl; she will either endure patiently, or
 rebel, and, from all hear of her, there
 will be rebellion in that peaceful house.
 hold. Sister Nancy is good woman, an 1 extremely good, overwhelmingly, oppress.
 lively good woman, but 1t requires great
 knowledge of human nature, and much
 tact, to manage a wide-awake Yankee girl" Then Mildred sighed, for among the
 two hundred and fifty pupils of Sabine
 academy, the patient little music teacher
 had some trying experiences, which she never mentioned at home.
 MT. and Mrs. Hale, especially the lat
 ter, watched the "governess experiment" {" l as Phil called it, with interest.
 Maida made marked progress in her
 studies, learned thoroughly all she under took, and found her lessons in literature a
 delight. She was respectful and polite,
 but one could see, at least one loving ob- | server did, that the child chafed under
 the care of her dignified instructress. The first year of Miss Furlong's stay
 was drawing to a close, and Maida's rest
 less spirit was more restless than ever
 before. Some questions had arisen as to
 the second year of such tuition, and al
 though the subject was broached in Mai
 da's absence, Phil and Bessie protested
 earnestly: Cant you see," said Phil, I with some ealnestness, "that the girl is
 holding herself in like the colt she drives 1
 There will be an explosion soon, I am
 sure of it." Phil was quite right; altho
 1t was decided that no word of the family
 conference should reach Maida until sht ! was kindly consulted, after the GieHridgs manner. Whatever went wrong tsr need
 ed to be made right, was never made q
 subject of wordy conference at Glenridge
 each stated his or her case in writing, anG
 thus family jars and needless questions
 were avoided. -~
 I When Maida went for her goodnight
 caress, she slipped bulky letter under
 her mothers pillow, saying: "Be as easy
 as you can on her, Blessed and forgive
 me, too; as your Ruskin says, 4 want tt
 be just.'"
 Mrs. Hale. read the letter over severa
 times before she requested her husband to consider it with her.
 "I will take it to the library" he said
 "and read it carefully, then I will return to you," and this was the letter that caus cd Matthew Hale to smile and frown b. turns:
 } "DEAB BLESSED Fl hope you will re member that I am now fifteen years old
 and shall certainly do something foolisl , and wicked if Miss Furlong remains her } another year. -. , II have made myself behave, because would not pain you or papa, but ever,
 ounce of goodness has oozed away now and even your elastic patience could no endure all that falls to my daily lot. "Miss Furlong chokes me with he goodness it stands out all over her lik
 quills upon fretted porcupine. Sh gazes at me if I joke, and seems to say young woman, such levity is nnbecomin worm of the dust -. ''She is not, sweetly and upliftingl good, as you are, dear, it is cast iro goodness, and it expresses mo more an more. Do you understand it, Blessed She never comments, but always reproves Another year oi Miss Furlong woul drive me mad. Let me tell you littl } story: Yesterday we went over to But ble brook for some botanical specimens Miss Furlong is g wonderful botanist; tn
 only tenderness ever saw her display l in handling flowers. To my surprise, saw Lisha sitting there on stone, mak n ing picture of the old mill. had no 3 seen him since the day he came to bid yo good-by before he went to ,Andover t B school, and knew how sad he must fet 7 to come here again and find no mother t
 greet him. thought of his poor moth 8 CTS death, and how she had said to hir 8 as we stood there by her bed; You hay 3 been sight of comfort to me, Lisha,
 dear, good son, and if ever the old plac gets too narrow for you, and things g r hard, remember that your mother sal i SOL Poor fellow, he was sketching tn old mill from the very spot where sh D once sat. ..... .... "Lisha did not see me, so I whistle softly, the old family whistle, you know !, and then he sprang up, so pleased that h : dropped sketch book and water colors Q ' the ground. Oh, Miss Maida,' he sais how fortunate this Is. I'm only hon