The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1892-04-07

anything! You have been q heroine,
quietly ard patiently, all these years,
and here am l that can't endure sin.
gle privat;on! Mamma, RI be . kerr
oine. too" 50 :
And the pale mother and blooming
daughter clasped each other tenderly'
in long. silent embrace.
:'But it's shame, isn't it," resumed
Sara, after q brief silence, 'that
wealth should be so unevenly divided
in this world? Look at Helen Hazel
ton. at the court with her green
houses full of flowers, and her pony
phaeton, and the diamonds she is to
have when she leaves school. It's a
surprise tor her, mamma, quite a sur
prise. Col. Hazelton himself showed
them to me-a cross and a pair Of Aoli-
taire eardrops like sparkles of white
fire."
"Showed them to you, dear?"
"Yes, mammal answered the girl
but how came he to do that?'
''Oh, he often talks to me when am
at the court" said unconscious Sara.
"About VIII at, Sara?"
''Oh, about Helen, and about the
ferns and orchids in the conservatories
! and the new birds in the aviary-and
| about the foreign countries he has
travelled in. Oh, wish you could hear
him, mamma" cried the girl, enthu-
siastically.
''What sort of man is he, Sara?'
asked the mother, becoming vaguely
conscious, at this late day, that her
pretty treasure was no longer child
but a budding maiden, with all a
maiden's sweet possibilities before her.
"He's very handsome, mamma Dark
and tall, with a straight, military way
of carrying himself, and the pleasantest
| voice you ever heard"
''Does he talk to you much?'
'Oh, often, mamma" declared Sara.
Mrs. Aubrey was silent for few
minutes. A vague fear was entering
| into her heart.
'Sara," said she. at last, II do not
think that it is best for vou to be too
much at Hazelton court"
"Why not. mamma?' Sara opened
her big blue eyes in innocent surprise.
''1ts SO pleasant there, and like them
all so much"
Mrs. Aubrey hesitated. She could not
answer: Because Col. Hazelton is q
widower, and people will talk and
gossip So she equivocated little,
and made reply:
''They live SO differently from what
we do, darling. 1t is scarcely good
or wise preparation for your new life 81
| Sara pondered the matter over
II don't see what difference it makes,
mamma said she; Sbut, of course,
when get situation + shall have nc
time for visiting; and Helen is going tc
| Paris with her father in the spring, Sc
there will be an end of all my intimacy
there"
inc, for she wore the old washed-over
muslin dress, standing among the fair
! young girls in soft merino and lustrous
dead-white silk.
Mamma can't afford it," she an.
! swered, quietly, to all the criticism
that was uttered.
Helen Hazelton brought her home
| that evening in the sleigh, with box
| of cut rosebuds and East India ferns.
and left her with her mother.
Mrs. Aubrey looked up from her sew
ing.
MY darling" said she, ''your cheeks
! are like carnations"'
Its the winter air, suppose" said
Sara, flinging down her bonnet ''Mam
ma, put aside that hateful needle! You
| are never to sew any more! I've made
| up my mind not to teach in the New
York public schools!'
"Sara!'
Il am going to Hazelton court
Mrs. Aubrey's faded eyes sparkled.
''To be Helen's governess?" cried
she.
"IIelen's governess, indeed!'' said
Sara. 'Helen knows as much as do;
mamma, you have guessed wrong this
time"
She knelt down on the floor and laid
her check on her mothers knee.
Mamma, Col Hazelton has asked
me to marry him." said she, land ]
have said yes"
asked you to marry him, Sara? But
you are such child!' cried Mrs Au.
brey.
''That's the reason he likes me, he
says" confessed blushing Sara
And you, dearest--doy you love him?'
| Mamma, he's the one man in all the
world to me-" whispered the girl.
And child and mother wept together
a shower of happy tears.
But, sweetest" whispered Mrs. Au'
brey, you seem such a child to be
married.
Yes, mamma, I know" said Sara
gravely. but if l am to be happy.
the sooner l begin the better"
Which was an incontrovertible piece
of logic.-Amy Randolph, in N. Y
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