Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-01-20

nook and handle in the nursery drawers,
she finally consented to turn 1t UP with
2 comb and wear 1t smooth like q Chris
tian.N - e9--
Then the mania Jennie had for novels:
the young ladies' couldn't lay one down
Tor nve minutes hut she had taken 1t and
popped down, no matter where. to read.
once l found her curled up on a hand
some parlor chair. the baby's clean
clothes dumped down on the floor, and
MISS Jennie crying her eyes out over the
crazy Maid IF Belfast" Next day she
varied the performance by sitting down
on the .oaby's little foot-tub turned up
side down, to devour. she said, 1.-The
Ihree Musketeers." With her head in a
novel and her mind after II, she would
put Harold's trousers ION Pauline. and
Fauine's bonnet on Harold. and then If
! chided her. say, "Oh. dear. / was wish
Hur' SO I could see wholwon the chariot
race. I'm dying to know how 1t is going
to end"
One day, hearing a dreadful crying in
the nursery while I was in my room, 1
hastened Down to see what was the mat
ter. There sat Miss Jennie with ali her
halr pulled down. and her night-gown
on over her clothes, squatted in a corner
Dy the radiator, glaring like a maniac.
Harold, half dressed. was cutting his
coat to pieces with a knife he a gotten
Tor Christmas, n Pauline, all ready for
a walk. was screaming with terror at
Jennie's antics.
grily.
oh. Miss Lawrence, do I look crazy?
l thought | would just try how it would
seem to do the scene in the Bride OF
Lammermoor,' when Lucie goes frantic.
Mrs~Green often used to dress me like
the h%eroines. and let me do scenes, but
nere-my soul starves for its wonted
food"
I was too angry TO laugh, so sent her
to change her dress and get ready to
take the children out. 1t was no
manner of use to complain. Mrs. Green
had left her a thousand dollars to be paid
when she was married or became of age.
aahnd she made the care of Jennie until
that time Mrs. Woods charge by the
conditions Of her will, so Mrs. Wood turn
ed her over to me, and a nice time l had
of it.
At last she fell in love. She met a man
whom she persisted in calling her fate
in the street, while she was walking with
the children. Margaret, the cook. insist
ed upon it that it was the bakers boy,
'Dut Jennie scorned the suggestion. No,
ne was a gentleman born, now in re-
uuced circumstances, whose heart went
OUT 70 her when they met. Our CONVERSE
tons now were some thing after this pat
tern: -
Jennie. you are spilling that milk all
over the floor!"
oh. Miss Lawrence. such eyes,"
Take care. Jennie. you are rocking the
baby's head against the WALL"
oh, such a mustache, so silky and
soft. and such teeth!'
Jennie, you are brushing Harold's
hair with the back Of the brush!'' oil.
i wish You could see him. Miss Law
renee. Such an expression! Such an al
fn0QfhAry ON 3V,~A ~vi-- - -
He promised to finish the forty-frst
canto of his poem and repeat it to me
today. oh how he does quote!"
This was my last day of trial. The
children came home alone, crept into the
nursery. very much terrified, having been
OF the park where they a wandered
after Jennie left them. Fortunately, L
had taught Harold to repeat his name
and address, so they were brought direct
ly home. tf7f *
There was a dinner party in the even
Ing followed by a small dance, and the
children were allowed to come down and
look on from an adjoining room hi
they could see and not be seen. AS Jennie
had not yet made her appearance I went
with them. We were all enjoying our
selves immensely when bang! went the
parlor door, and Jennie rushed in, her
hair flying about, her hat on the side,
n her dress generally looking as il
some n had thrown it at her. She
rushed at Mrs. Wood and fell dow on
her knees, screaming
Pardon! pity and forgive mel" and
then she rumpled her hair all UP and
glared at each guest in turn.
l had not told Mrs. Wood about the
children, so she said in an astonished
tone
What does all This mean?"
Mean! Love! Hopeless love! I know
my fault, let love be my excuse"
What is the matter. girl. Are you de-
mented?"
would you have passion listen to the
voice of prudence? We loved! Stern
fate would form our nuptials! We are
one!"
I'm the name of common sense what
does all this mean?" asked Mr.. Wood
in a Mortified tone, coming forward.
AS he spoke a tall, handsome young