Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1898-04-08

tirely beyond my CONTROL added
Miss ID IrOthea, regretfn'Iy.
Harry Julian STAYED, as he had
promised, for the Mount s.. Rich
ard fox hunt, and for the fishing;
but it was dismally | onely after
Myrtle Monogram was gone.
1t had never seemed possible to
him thai be could so miss child
Ike that Seventeen, did MISS
Dorothea say? NJ, il never could
be possible that Myrtle could be
seventeen.
Before the stipulated month Of
his visit was our, however, Myrtle
Monogram came hOme-walked
most unexpectedly into the red
curtained diningrOom, one videl',
tempestuous November night, her
French kid boots all burst ont,
the hem of her gown in lafters.
her cnrls tangled, and resolute
glitter IN her eyes.
Hpve run awayr said Myrtle. f've
come back home on foot, and III
sooner die than go back again!
Bnt-but-wby do yOn all look so
pale and troubledl What Is in
that letter. Why are you so glad
to see mep
AMI she threw herself, whi'e
ani terrified, into Amt Dorothea's
arms.
.N5 dear-ny dear said the
good soul. who was shaking like
a leaf. 'vOn have tlnug away your
last cha ce an education thar
might f. you to he goyeTneSs.
THIS letter is from the lawyer IN
New York. Those mine invest
menis nave TUNED ont the mereSt
bubble. and Won are As Door a the
waitress in he kitchen. o.
M,rtie, Nyrliel-ind to think OF
the six hundred dollars that you
have wasted by this mad freak.
Myrtle had rallied herself b.
this time. Sail and pale, she
stood looking at the tAces of her
guardians.
'sball l 90 backr she asked, in
strange. repreSsel tone. 'Slall I
ASK Madame de ,Pa-ega's pardon?
Oh. Aunt Doroihea, | viii, it yon
tell me to! | don't mind beng poor
myself; but-but.-I must learn TO
earn llltle money to support YOU
and Uncle Barney. Mr.. Jdlian,
tell me what | an TO d.!
And she tainted in the old lidl's
arms.
Poor tliug-poor lbiog,' sighed
Aunt Dorotbea. 'she cried out
Walked all the way from New o.
leans. Why, that must Oe forty
miles. And hear such news AS
this at the ehd Of it. My poor
Myrlie-poor, petted. spoiled
child. Tell me, Mr. julian, Is there
nothing left OF Judge MOnogram's
monelP
And Mr.. Julian answered, with
knitted brows and compressed
lips:
Nothing
The sullen, gray dawn OF the
chill autumn morning had scarcely
penetrated the crimson en- tains OF
the snug breakfast ParIor, when
Myrtle crept softly in. Mr.
Julian, sitting at a desk full OF
parers-strict economy was no"
the order of the day at o. daT
Lodge, and the library fire was in
terdicied-glauced grayeiy up.
Myrtle lie said. MY poor
child
But Myrtle was calm now, and
composed.
please dom, pity me-, Mr. Jul
ian said she IL began TO think
| have deseryen it all. Bat advise
me. Do YOU think NJ idame de
Parega will receive ne again
after | haze set her authority at
naught2 Or would 1t b. better tor
me TO learn telegraphy. or shoI'
hand writing, or s0ms OF those
trades bywhiclT can more pro npt-
; " support mysrIf aud the deal
4. old uncle and aunt who have beer
all in all to me so lOnsG | am not
/ an helress any longer. | must be a
, working woman Dow.'
sCome here, MYRTLE said Harry
2 Julian, with a strong qliyer in bis
. voice. Little Myrtle, don't Look 50
, white and Frightened, am a Iicl
man. | have money enough tC
. make up your losses balt a dozen
e times over. l would have done 81
without a word to you, II Mis-
o BrabazOn had not spoken cut 81
e snad ylsedly. Aud | would lay /
J.. all at your feet, sooner than tha
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