Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-04-27

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scape. red glow of sunset yet fingered /;
while the black pines and cedars
quivered in the wind.
81 wish," added Jessie, "that 1
mad asked that man below which was
he right turning to take. But was
afraid of him; he looked SO cross"
She was tall, slim slip of thing,
with blue, wistful eyes, hair of the
real Scotch gold, ami red lips, that
trembled partly with cold, partly with
q certain vague terror at the position
IN which she found herself.
In her hand she carried a heavy
bag, for Jessie had no money TO pay
omnibus hire, or to engage a sleigh at
the railway station
Suppose" she said to herself.
"this lonely road should lead no.
where, except into the woods? Sup
pose it should conduct me straight
into gypsy camp? For it seems
mere aid more desolate the farther
go. Suppose L should be frozen to
death, all alone here, with no helping
hand to seve iue?"
"Take car-. child" cried loud,
clear voice. ''Do you want to be run
over?"
1t was ro gypsy, nor yet a black.
brown tramp, simply n plump, com
Portable woman. driving herself in a
trim little red cutter. She eyed Jes-
sic curiously through her spectacles.
Jessie returned the gaze with interest.
''Pleas,, madam" said Jessie, 'can
you tell me il am near Bucknor Hall ?"
''Bless me. said the woman, "don't
you know? Bucknor Hall was burned
down last night, and the old lady was
suffocated in the smoke. Friends of
Yours?"
Jessie put her bag down in the
snowy road she trembled violently.
'No--not exactly friends, she said.
"But was engaged to go there as
companion and reader, and-and-.
Oh, what shall / do now?'
The old lady looked meditatively at
the lash of her whip.
Come from New York;" said she.
after pause.
''Yes-from the Wilberforce Protec-
tive Agency. And spent all my money
for the ticket here.
"One or two bright round tears de
tached themselves from the long lashes
and rolled slowly down her cheeks
Mrs. Parkhurst, who prided herself
ON her knowledge of physiognomy,
made up her mind ON the spot.
"One thing is very certain" said
she. Mrs. Bucknor will never re-
quire companion ami reader now.
And il you're puzzled what to do next,
you had better jump in and go with
me-.
"Where?' said Jessie.
"Home, said Mrs. ParkLurst.
Now, Jessie Morton herself was not
a bad Judge of the human face divine,
and in the indescribable solitude of
this moment, she caught NJ tho well
come idea of shelter and company.
She got Into the red eutter, drew the
buffalo robe around her shiverinS form,
aud nestled close IT, Mrs. Parkhurst,
before she ventu.td 10 ask, timidly;
'Whei homeY'
Mrs Parkhurst shook the reins. The
pony darted merrily over the smooth
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''.t's the Bassett Military Institute,
said abe, with very visible pride.
I'm honsokeeper there.
What :"
''Oh, take 70 r. scolded Mrs Park
.arst 'im should hold on tight
when We turn thosa sharp curves. You
h~d very nearly fallen uut. Yes. the
hassett lnstitale. And a line place Il
is | was thinking Il YOUR references
turn oat what they thould be Ne
might make raon for You there We
need smart YnunR woman IA he linen
foem suprose sou can do something
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