The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-02-10

shawl closer around .i:r frail figure. "It
Is bitterly coldi'
Amy obeyed silently. yet she could not
help noticing how nearly the little stock
OF fuel was exhausted, and her heart sank
little.
Only little, though, for Amy was not
one of the responding kind. She was a
sunshiny little creature, full Of bright, in
fictitious hopefulnesS, and somehow in that
squalid room she seemed like a fresh rose
blossomiDg in a sandy desert. She was
very pretty, with brown, tender eyes. a
small coral mouth and cheeks delicately
shaded, like the deep incarnadine of the
pomegranate flower, and as she took up
the newspaper you couldn't help noticing
what a white. taper little hand she had,
with pink tipped fingers and dimples at
every joint.
Mamma" she eai1 suddenly, "hsre's
an advertisement for . governess-
Well, what of it."
why, mamma" kesitated Amy, you
know we are very, very poor, and-and /
should like very much TO earn q little
money
Mrs Ardenharn had bowed her face up
on her hands, and in an instant Amy was
kneeling beside her.
Mamma, darling, don't cryv'
II did not mean TO be so foolish, love,
but il all came back to me at that moment
the wealth and station we have lost, the
poverty 10 which We are reduced. On,
Amy, il is too hardl'
But think, mamma" said Amy cheer
fully, how delightful it viii be for me 20
make all my accoIsp lishnents help US
along in the world. May l try for this
situation' / should Ike it SO much. -
If you think it best, my child" &C
guessed Mrs. A rdenhan resignedly.
Then / must lose no time. " said Amy
as she began to arrange her hair.
How do l look, mamma she laughed
when at length she was ready TO depart.
And Mrs. Ardenhan ; admiring glance
brought the roses to her checks as she
tripped away, for she did look very pretty.
Darling Amy" pondered the mother,
ssher lightfootstspd iedaway OF the stairs.
'She is a perfect little sunbeam in the
darkness Of my daily existence. Her heart
has never ached with the bitter pangs or
life's sbarpest trials.
But Mrs. Ardenhsm was mistaken
Amy had tasted the bitter cup-nay, shs
had drunk it TO the very dregs.
There was vein CT poetic appreciation
somewhere IN the tumble Of fun and sen
timent, good humor and sarcasm that con
stituted Frank Ashley a. be lay lsziIy OF !
the sofa and playing with two or three /!
golden headed children, who were toddiing !,
about the room
I'm tell you what, Lizzie, " said he 20 1
his sister, VINO sat near, you spoil these |
~ a. A. An
mamma Of ny acquaintance.
AS If you didn't spoil en- ten times 4
worsel'' Tet5rred Mrs. Jay, laughing. 1
w hen succeed IN obtaining a govern
ess, perhaps they viii be pct under some
SOFT OF discipline. Frank, ! have always
wondered that YOU never were married
Indeed WHY"
You would have mads such nice, DO
nestle sor1 81 husband, / know that that
maneuyeTing Miss Roland laid 6sspersts
seiee 70 your heart. bu. thought yca dis
liked her"
''You were right She was indescr;ba
bly, repellent-
Then why
WHY did never marry anybody se'
We'll. ! was one in lore with Gle q tie
sweetest girls. tfs1eve, that ever walked
IL was WIN vss Ia Hashi1 gtOn- Sce.
too, vas spending the winter there At
hrsi tbought SIZE eDcoursSed ~ -uir- out
al az Cncss STE CT-v c1ld and distant
STERN Irss1 az al hanks 70 k2c~ ny /
late. for felt bow w scisso lie vroui4 b
without h~r. Bet ;he yery evening that
lad resolved 20 snt3t.t E1F st1t 20 ber-ws
Esre both invited - q I-gT-y a. sllss 20
and 81 learned tAst So had le4r s.s
-ity. Ma Roland tCia zls--roi N q NC;
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