Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-08-24
his assistance, he'll get aa spoplec.

| And" suggested M1r1an, since
there's nothing in the 'Wanteds' to-
day, you might as well be earning a
little in some way, Aurora"
Doctor Puffit was in the front base
ment of the big fat where the Clymer
sisters dwelt, surrounded by gallon
jars of "Rosetud Balm" and noun
tains of bottles. He looked despair
ingly up from this chaos.
'"The order goes out on the three
o'clock express" said he, "and that
wretch Alphonse, has not been near
me day. Twill discharge Alphonse.
I won't put up with his nonsense an
other hour. My dear young lady, you
don't say you will actually help me?
Then my business character is saved
The Silver Beach hotels will know of
the greatest discovery of the age, and
l shall vindicate this great prepara-
tion-which is not cosmetic nor
drug, but marvel !"
Polly went back to her baby, who
was awake now and smiling like a
medieval cherub in en- altar painting.
"You darlingl' said she, with a hug
and kiss. Glow any one could go
off and leave you, cannot Oh! !"
with sudden stiffening of her rosy
features, $50 you are Dolly Temples
father, are you?" For middle-aged
gentleman stood in the doorway, look
ing questioningly at her. "Well, you
needn't come back here. The child's
mothers friends are to take her away
at once. And perhaps, If you hadn't
been so dissipated and neglectful of
poor Mrs. Temple, she might have
been here now. / can't help it; some
one ought to tell you what the people
in this house are saying about it. 1
don't want to be hard on you," she
added, "but if you were to sign the
pledge, and try-really try to do bet
ter for the future"
~ really think that is unnecessary,
interrupted composed voice, ''for I
am already strict temperance man.
You are mistaken, young woman. /
am not Sergius Temple, but Mr.. Car
thew, the father of the late Mrs. Tenn
pie. The telegram was delayed, and /
have only just received the summons
to come"
Polly blushed to the very roots of
her curly hair. She had not word
to say for herself.
"Oh, why couldn't have minded
my own business" thought she. "It's
just as the girls are always telling me-
My tongue is deal too long"
''Are you the nurse9" lie asked,
sternly.
But the janitress, hurrying up at
this moment, speedily enlightened
him MS to the exigencies of the case.
"It's young lady. sir, said she,
'irom one of tho other apartments,
and what we should have done without
her Tn sure I don't know. The dear
little miss has took to her so kind"
The sternness of Mr.. Carthew' S
bearing abated somewhat.
"She is very good" said he. GAS
I have no one to take charge of my
daughters child, I shall be pleased to
engage her services for the present. {"
81 know that other woman wasn't
good to her." observed the janitress.
Polly looked at the baby, the baby
held out its little hands, with an in.
distinct, cooling sound, like bird in
the hedges.
I'll go" said Polly
"The train leaves in twenty min
utes, said Mr.. Carthew, looking Mt
his watch.
Polly rushed up stairs for her hat
and shawl. She left scribbled note
on the table for her sisters, neither of
whom was in the room. and with Mr.
Carthew and the baby just eau ght the
train.
'I- don't know where we are 60
ing" stammered Polly.
GLOW neglectful OF me not to have
mentioned it, said Mr.. Carthew. "To
my country seat ut Silver Beach.
"Oh," thought Polly, "if Aurora
only knew He has got a country
seat, has hep I do hope Mrs. Carthew
will be good to me. ] wonder If there
are any daughters, and if they would
like musical governess? Because if
Miriam could get place, I think we
should be perfectly happy"
But she glanced surreptitiously at
Mr.. Carthew's grave, handsome face,
and lacked the courage to ask any
more questions.
'He must have married very
young" thought she.
A stout lady, in black silk gown
and white muslin apron, met them on
the steps of pretty seaside cottage,
with belt of pine trees in the rear,
and the curling fringes of the Allan
tic Ocean in front, and welcomed the
new treasure warmly.
"This is my housekeeper, said Mr..
Carthew. Mrs Mott, Miss Clymer
is the new nursery governess for Miss
Temple. Make her as comfortable as
You can."
"Mrs. Carthew is not Mt home?"
Polly ventured to ask, as the black
silk matron led the way down long
corridor covered with cool, checke
mating.
"Bless your heart" said Mrs. Mott,
"there amt any Mrs. Carthew. Ii
she'd been living, my young lady
would never have made that foolish,
runaway match. "
"Nor any Miss Carthews?'
"Nor any Miss Carthews," noded
Mrs. Mott
Polly took the baby out on the