Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1892-04-09
couldn't I have 1T, mammaq oh

| darling mamma, couldn't ~"
III will do up your old muslin, DEAR"
| sobbed the mother "And l think we
can afford some fresh blonde and the
new ribbon sash and"
"Oh, mamma" interrupted poor
Sara, "must wear that old, tattcred,
shrunlscn thing, when all the other
girls are in merino and white shirred
sills?"
Dearest, what else can we do?"
Mrs. Aubrey could almost have cried
with Sara had she dared to give way to
her feelings
GLOW wrctchcd it Is to be poorl"
soobed Sara, sitting down on the
hearth rug, with her face in her moth
er's lap. Mamma, what have we
done that we should be so crampcd and
ground down, so fettcred with pow
erty?"
at will not be so always, dear" en-.
couraged her mother
NO" said Sara, sadly; 81 shall be a
teacher soon. And then, mamma, you
shall have a wine-colored cashmere
dress and Il set of furs, and Twill wear
what please. But, mamma, if could
only have the white mcrino dress this
oucev'
MY daughter! my daughter!"
Sara could feel the warm drops
from her mothers eyes upon her cheek.
mammal" she cried out, caressing-
ly, don't cry, that's darling; III
wear the old white muslin! I'll wear
anything! You have been heroine,
quietly and patiently, all these years,
and here am l that can't endure n sim
gle privation! Mamma, rN be her.
oine, too"
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 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
phacton, and the diamonds she is to
have when she leaves school. It's q
surprise for her, mamma, quite sur
prise. Col Hazclton himself showed
them to me-a cross and pair of soli-
taire eardrops like sparlSles of white
fire."
"Showed them to you, dear?"
Eyes, mamma" 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 what, Sara?"
"Oh, about Helen, and about the
ferns and orchids in the conservatorics
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 a man is he, Sara?"
asked the mother, becoming vaguely
conscious, at this late day, that her
pretty treasure was no longer child
but budding maiden, with all a
mnidcn's sweet possibilities before her.
Hes very handsome, mamma. Dark
and tall, with a straight, military way
of carrying himself, and the plcasantest
voice you ever heard"
"Does he talk to you much?"
''Oh, often, mamma" declared Sara.
Mrs. Aubrey was silent for n few
minutes. A vague fear was entering
into her heart.
Sara" said she, at last, II do not
think that it is best for YOU to be too
much at Hazelton court"
"Why not. mammal" Sara opened
her big blue eyes in innocent surprise.
Its so pleasant there, and like them
all SO much"
Mrs. Aubrey hesitated. She could not
Isl g
widower, and people will talk and
gossip" So she equivocated little,
and made reply:
"Thcy live SO differently from what
we do, darling. 1t is scarcely a good
or wise preparation for your new life"
Sara pondercd the matter over.
81 don't see what difference it makes,
mamma" said she; "but, of course,
when get a situation l shall have no
time for visiting; and Helen is going to
Paris with her father in the spring, SO
there will be an end of all my intimacy
there"
Brave little Sara! She aoas hero
inc, for she wore the old washcd-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 a 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 checks
are like carnationsp'
Its the winter air, suppose" said
Sara, tlinging 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 Hazclton court"
Mrs. Aubreys faded eyes sparlsled
"To be Helen's governcss?" cried