Nevada County picayune., 1892-01-14

Sixty pounds a year and all eX- penses paid" said Mrs. Benjamin, complacently. II think it isn't at ali stingy. Who is it, Madeline!"
 "A young Iady-a friend of mine. When do you want herr"
 At once; and then we can be off without delay. You will accompany us, Madeline?"
 "Of, of course--of course. That is, if mamma approves?" with q glance at the pretty faded eiiigy of former gentility, who sat in the shadow beyond as beftted her darned lace and withered complex ion.
 And Mrs. Joyce smiled faintly.
 How ready the young birds are to fly away and leave the parent nest" she sighed. Well, it is but natural. can hardly blame Maddy for being anxious to leave so dull place as this"
 Mamma" cried Madeline, pas sionately, Lit is not that. Oh! mamma, if l could only tell you !'
 And she hurried out of the room, with a choking grasp at her throat.
 Mrs Benjamin dld not like scenes she looked on with civil wonderment. But she understood it all-after q little while
 "The landlord, agaln !" cried Mrs. Joyce, in her soft, well-modulated voice.
 Mamma" said Beatrice, hurried ly, tits three months since he was here last, and, don't you remember, we didn't pay him them"
 She could say no more, for just then MT. Atheling himself followed on her footsteps-a tall, fine looking man, about two and thirty dark as Spaniard, with square chin, and brow as calm as that of an ancient Roman statue. Mrs. Joyce drew herself dignifedly up.
 This intrusion is scarcely called for, MT. Atheling," said she. My daughter transacts my business af- fairs for me-my daughter, who is now at the Lakes, or going there i'm mediately."
 Can I see herr" Mir. Atheling asked, quietly.
 "I presume so, if you go to Mrs. Bruce Benjamin's, No. : Park Lane"
 ''Thanks, madam. Pray excuse me for disturbing you"
 Mrs. Joyce bowed with the air of an eX-empress, and Mir. Atherling withdrew.
 That's over, thank goodness !" said she, and buried her nose once more in the pages of book,
 But Bee was by no means certain that it was over.
 Mamma might bear some of her own burdens," she murmured un- sympathetically to herself. It isn't fair upon Maddy to send people there,'
 Mir. Atheling himself walked along the street with something of indigna- tion rising within his breast,
 Madeline Joyce is a good and beautiful girl" he said to himself, "and for her sake have borne with these people longer than otherwise should. But dress and gaiety, and endless expenses at the Lakes, with a years rent due-that is altogether different matter. have been mistaken in Madeline Joyce, and the sooner she understands it the better. A mere society butterlly-too proud to work, too frivolous to stop and think And l had fanced her so different "'
 Mrs. Bcniamin's tall footman put on q superciious grin as MT. Athe- ling asked for Mss Joyce.
 ''The new gov ness" said he. "Upstairs-second story, back, please. "
 And with a backward motion of his thumb the footman went about his business while Mir. Atheling, somewhat surprised and T little an noyed, ascended the staircase by himself.
 The door was half open, and even as he knocked at the panels he saw Madeline Joyce on low sofa in the window, a book in her lap and two or three chubby little boys swarming around her, evidently intent on any thing and everything but their les