The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-03-02
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BY MARGARET BLOUNT -
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glanceu down ut her own dress ONLY
n plain muslin. with high white min.
afore. thread stockings. and high Kid
boots! She had expected 10 wear silks
and satins at least, IL not cloth OF
gold.
Oh, that wearisome governessi Two
mortal hours went on. and Lady Ma.
bel was questioned about history. ge
ography and grammar, till she felt as
IL she were becoming insane.
At last great clock struck some.
where. School hours were over for
that day.
"Hurrah"' cried Mabel Selling her
gypsy hat by its blue ribbons.
Lady Mabel. pray do not be so bois.
ferrous" said the prim voice. And
your Gloves You cannot be going out
without gloves!'
The stiff kid gloves were drawn on,
the hat was properly tied under her
chin, and at last the half-stltied pris-
oner was in the open air.
But here she fell perpetually into
disgrace. Miss Simpson scarcely knew
her charge. 80 boisterous! SO un-
ladylike"' were the cautions forever
on her lips. Lady Mabel must not
run too fast to get heated. Lady Ma
bel must not think of tossing off her
hat, Lady Mabel must not drink cold
water. Lady Mabel must go in and
dress for dinner long before she had
had sufficient exercise to satisfy her
cramped up limbs and heart.
The dinner was one plain Joint of
meat, with vegetables, and a plain
fruit tart.
"I've eaten better things than this
in the red farmhouse" thought Lady
Mabel But she was hungry, and to
the healthy appetite of twelve-year.
old girl nothing came amiss.
Here again Miss Simpson reproved
her.
"A second help, Lady Mabel! And n
second help to the tart! | hardly know
what my lady would say. However
for this once; but pray, Lady Mabel
do not eat so hurrledly. l scarcely rec.
ognze you to-day"
Mabel saw the tray carried out with
regretful eyes. She was still hungry.
or she thought she was, which was
quite as hard to bear.
Now, Mt least, l can have good
play all ly myself" she thought when
they went out on the lawn.
But no. Ever and always that dis.
agreeable governess at her heels.
AS the evening drew on. she was to
run upstairs to be dressed. Here. for
the first time. her soul rejolced In n
beautiful evening rock, with OPEN
work stockings and French slippers, n
wide blue sash. and n tiny string OF
pearls around her neck. clasped by a
golden locket.
Downstairs she went for the dessert.
Cshered into the dining-room by n
tall servant In full livery, she stopped
short ut sight of brilliant company
in full dress gathered around u splen.
dldly decorated table.
"You may come to me, my daughter"
said a tall. handsome man Mt the foot
Of the table. She went to him.
She stood beside his knee and he fed
her with dainties from his plate. His
hand fingered once on her brown curls
as If he loved her, but only once.
A beautiful woman sat at the head
OF the table glittering with diamonds
Her large, dark eyes rested coolly OF
little Mabel, for she was the secont
wife of the earl, and the child recalled
the image of dead rival whom sh,
hated, even I'm her grave. Mabel shranl
from the Indifferent gaze, and dare,
not call the proud lady mother whel
they We're alone.
The ladies arose from table with
sllken rustic.
The gentlemen stood up in thel
places. and one held the door opeI
bowling low as they passed by. IL
smiled at little Mabel. II was the frs
kind smile she had received in tina
grand house.
Up TO the magnificent room she tin
/ idly followed the ladies. She crep
into a corner and turned over In
| leaves of n volume of engravings, Zee
ing herself sadly homeslck and out O
, place all the while.
"Oh, dearw she sighed, sit Is reaIl
dreadful! | do wish l could be Nab,
: Moore again"
\ "Why not?" said a gruff voice.
Y Mabel opened her eyes.
: The little woman in green was M
4 where to be seen, but the cows stoo
4 in grave circle around her wonderin
what could make the usually actiy
g little girl so still.
= From the chimney Of the snug. re-
g farmhouse in the hollow column
- smoke poured merrily upward, and 81
v saw her fathers wagon driving avs
from the kitchen door to the barn.
;, "Thank goodness, Miss Simpson
|. not here" she said, executing -un
o that would have iilled that stald lady
It heart with horror.
Then Mabel drove her cows quiet
IS down the lane. and into the barryar