The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-03-14

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HE MADE A MOTION TO ME NOT TO
SPEAK
The sudden illness of one of the la
dies seemed to me the only probable
cause for so peremptory a summons
rs it Miss Elizabeth or Miss Eve
Ign, John?" l asked nervously.
Il think it's both, ma'am," replied
John, but you was to see them YOUR
self"
Both? Both i'll at once? What can
it be? Oh! Why don't you speak
out, John?"
Il was told not to, ma am" replied
John. So / sat fremblingly within
the carriage as it whirled me. along
the road to the gates of the Hall.
Miss Elizabeth met me at the door.
Miss Evelyn was not to be seen. She,
Miss Elizabeth, kissed me with a
| tremulous lip.
Miss Evelyn?" l gasped She said
no word, but smiled into my face and
| led me, with her arm around my
waist, up the broad flight of stairs.
| We went to the door OF the little sit
ting-room next that which had been
the squire's bedchamber.
She stopped outside the door. I
heard the murmur of voices with
in Whom do you think we have
here?" she questioned.
/ could only look and wonder. She
pushed open the door. All, why could
l not have guessed it? They had her
With them at last! Upon the couch
little Amaranthe was lying, and Miss
Evelyn sat beside her, stroking those
yellow, boyish curls. The mystery
was solved. Little Amaranthe had
come to her own.
You dear old Wibby!" exclaimed
my sometime boarder; 'come here to
me just as fast as you can" l ran
to the couch and sat hastily down.
"Ouch!" exclaimed the girl for had
nearly fallen against her foot. which
| now perceived was bandaged so
that it was quite immense, and caused
me to wonder why / had not noticed
it before.
Miss Elizabeth stopped over and
kissed her. That's what comes of
tomboy games" said she, shaking a
gently Gliding withered old finger at
the girl. That's what comes of
tomboy actions"
Don't, sister DEAR" said Miss
Evelyn. Poor child! Has she not
suffered enough?" She laid her
head against the cushion which sup
ported the yellow head, and | Won
dered which had become all at once
the most enamored of my late board
er-my boarder, alas, no more.
II have lost you'll" cried with tears
in my voice. II have lost you!''
Not lost, but gone BEFORE" laugh
ed she.
At Miss Elizabeth's solemn look,
Dear Aunty Liz" said she, forgive
my fiippant ways. l am only poor
girl, who has had. no upbringing.
God knows how truly she spoke.
You must teach me better things"
My visits to Darlington Hall were
now constant. On the next day |
arrived just as they had returned
from their afternoon drive. They had
been to the village store, and the car
riage was mass of silk and mus
lin and embroideries fit for a little
| princess.
''We must dress our darling as be-
comes the heiress of Darlington
Hail." said Miss Elizabeth ''These
will do for the present, dear child.
Later we must make pilgrimage to
the city-that is, when your foot gets
better"
"Oh,' said Amaranthe, as John lift
ed her from the open victoria, 81
wonder if l shall presently awake
and find it all dream l was a Gin
derella for SO long, so long!"
John carried her upstairs. Some
how" said John to me later, 'sshe
don't clasp my neck as the little miss
used to do
THAT would not be proper, John"
said |. "She is young lady now.
You must get used to the thought
that this is our little Amaranthe
grown to woman's estate" 1 fol-
lowed the procession upstairs, for
everyone went, from old Margot to
Katherine and myself. Amaranthe
closed her eyes tightly. AS we
reached the top of the stairs, saw
the door of the squire's bedchamber
had been opened, and that Miss Eliza
beth was standing just within the
! room, which she had taken for her
own, and was reckoning John to
enter. This he did, and advancing
towards the bed, for there was no
couch in the room, laid his light bur-