The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-05-16

The sun was slowly sinking to rest, ana
the evening sky, with its patches Of pure
blue, great waves of gold and deep warm
red. gave promise Of further spell of eX-
Quisite summer weather.
1t was early June. and the park ard
lawns round Roselands were dehciously
fresh and green. Roses and lilac filled the
air with their perfume, and the birds tril-
ed merrily amongst the branches of the
beech trees and cedars.
Along the terrace at the back of the
house. two girls walked slowly up and
down. They were tail and graceful, with
fair, pretty faces, and quite wealth Of
light brown hair. They were twins; alike
in every way, and deeply attached to each
other They did not apparently, notice
the beauties of the heavens, or the delight
full singing of either blackbird or thrush
and went along together in sad and sol
emn silence.
1T is very, very hard to part joan
said one of the girls, presently, looking
with wistful, misty eyes at her sister. 81
sometimes think I shall never be able to
bear it."
"Wen. dear, am afraid there is nothing
else to be done. We must earn our bread,
that is most imperative, and. as we can
only do so as gOvernesses or companions,
we must separate. I have heard of sisters
going together as cook and housemaid. but
I never knew any one, Celia, who required
two companions at the same time. Did
you?"
Celia sighed.
"Alasl never"
Then, dear we must resign ourselves
TO our fate; and remember it is only for
a time. Father is in difficulties; he must
go to New Zealand to look after some
property there. He has arranged-has, in
fact, already let. dear Roselands-and
wishes us to keep ourselves till he can re-
cover himself and pay his debts. Mrs.
Deane has kindly agreed to take you as
a nursery governess and to pay you the
handsome sum of thirty pounds a year.
Whilst u
Go as companion to that sour old crab,
Lady Fenchurch. Oh DEAR what a life
she'll lead you, Joan"
Il daresay she'll be a little difficult at
times. But, after all, I should be thank
1
be treated like a lady"
You are very hopeful, dear. trust you
may not be disappointed. Where is the
old lady now?'
In her house in Green street. She al
ways goes there for the season."
Mrs. Deane lives at Chaplain. fear
we shall never meet. oh, but it's odious
TO be poor
There l am with you. But, Celia, what
is to become of Mab?"
That ! can't tell you. She goes wild
at the thought of being either a govern
ess or a companion-yet can't suggest any
thing else. She hates town-declares she'd
die cooped up In a London house"
Poor darling! 1t is hard at eighteen ia
be obliged to look out for work; and then,
Nab knows 50 little. She's always been a
madcap. She couldn't teach, or keep chill
dren in order, and she'd drive any old
lady wild in a week. l tremble for Nab.
What is to become OF her, It's hard to
say. Father spoke OF taking her with him,
but she wouldn't go. Wouldn't be a bur
den on him she said; and now
Along the terrace came a flying figure
little, slim girl, with dark. curly hair,
round rosy cheeks. and a pair of blue
grey eyes with long lashes, and strongly
marked black brows.
Girls, girls I've an idea-a brilliant and
delightful idea"
She waved a copy of the FIELD news
paper over her head. and danced lightly
up and down the path.
Look at her JOAN cried Celia, Grossly
isn't she a silly baby?"
She's fun OF fun and loves a joke; but
she's sensible enough, dear replied Joan
NAB, tell us what you mean. What is
this brilliant idea+'
Nab tripped up to her sister. and put
ting hand upon each shoulder. looked
earnestly into her eyes.
Il have made up my mind, JOAN" she
said. in a low but firm voice, ITO take
situation as dairy-maid -
'Mabw the fair twins shrieked aloud in
horror "Impossiblel'
Not at ALL" Nab smiled. THE only
thing In the world l can do well is-make
butter, bring up poultry and look after
an incubator You know how have work
cd in my own little dairy, that father had
built expressly for me. You know how my
butter is sought after"
yes. but you had help-girls 10 do the
dirty wOrk-whilst-'
Now, 1 shall have to do everything.
Quite true, am prepared for the worst.
Ny days of play, like yours. are over. Till
father pays his debts and rights himself,
we must work. l couldn't live in a town.
couldn't teach children or read aloud 70
cranky old ladies'. I can make butter, and
j will"
You arc obstinate, ] know said Celia,
coldly; "and now that fathers gone you'u
OF course. do a. you please"
Mab's eyes filled with tears
Don't be cross, dear l must do some
thing or spend ever 20 long Ia that dingy
lodging with old Nurse. where ia be Dor
ed TO death, and surely set into mischief. "
How did YOU think OF this brilliant
idea as you call III" asked Joan.
II saw this advertisement in the
Field said Nab "Seev' and she hand
ed the paper 20 Celia. ut sounds very
nice
Wanted, a young girl 90 assist In
dairy Must understand the rearing OF
poultry. and make butter we'll Twelve
pounds a year; all found. Apply by letter
20 Miss Anstruther, Highheld Court, near
Epson, Surrey.
The paper dropped from Celia's fingers,
and she uttered an exclamation Of disgust
Twelve pounds a year 10 dress and
keep your pocket My dear Nab" she
cried. you must be mad"
Nab's siyery laugh rang out through
the evening air.
Dress! A dairy-mnid's dress need not
cost much. ! shall not require gloves OF
feathers Or
"And how 40 YOU intend TO get this