The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1906-04-03
CHAPTER XIV.
Continued.

Abingdon villas, CuelIennau-
"Honored Sir-When you read the
signature Of my letter you will not
need, think, to be told who it is that
now ventures to address you. am
Warren Fergusson's child. You may
remember me-ahl how well do re-
member youl-when was little girl,
FIVE years ago, at Baden-Baden. My
dearest father was then-alasl- Living,
although, as you may recollect, in very
feeble health, and little did he or any
of our happy circle think how soon we
should all be thrown upon a cold world
and the meager charity OF grudging
relatives for support. After trying
various climates in vain. my beloved
parent at length fixed upon Ostend to
spend a winter in, and there (now more
than twelve months ago. he was taken
from US. oh, sir, my pen can scarcely
describe to you the miserable poverty
through which my beloved mother, my
sister and myself have passed since
thenI Suffice it to say that at times
mamma has not had sufficient nour-
ishment for her support, and that, bit
by bit, we have parted with nearly all
the family plate, and every one Of
mammals wedding trinkets. My sister
is too young as yet to leave home; but
it is my most fervent desire to earn
something, If only few pounds a
year, to give to my dear mamma; and
l humbly solicit your recommendation,
either among friends or the ladies of
your family, to any OF whom If they
would take me into their schoolroom as
humble companion or nursery govern
ess. I should feel most eternal graft
tude. l could not venture to address
you, but that papa used to speak OF
you as SO good and generous friend,
and that you said once under most del
icate and peculiar circumstances if
you ever had it in your power you
would try to be of service to him in
England Asking your forgiveness for
the liberty have taken, and soliciting
an answer by return post if possible,
I remain, honored sir, your most obedi-
ent, humble servant,
IN. PERCUSSION"
"P. ST. am paying short visit TO
an old friend of mammals at Haughton,
and, if any of the ladies in your neigh
borhood should care to see me, my
friend would bring me at any hour or
day appointed to call upon them.
an f."
Now the small town OF Haughton
was the nearest railway station, and
not more than five miles from Yatton;
and. as she read Miss Fergusson's let
ter the second time. little plan, not
as she considered, likely to embarrass
Clifford personally. and yet that would,
possibly, serve his dead friends child,
came into James heart.
eff I were to ask the poor girl to stay
with me for week, Clifford, we
should see what her capabilities really
are, and you could speak about her in
the neighborhood. I think l heard
some one say Mrs. Tenant had been
inquiring about a nursery governess
for Berthas oldest daughter I can
write the note, and can manage to
send for her. She won't be in your
way, Clifford, and l feel sure YOU will
be glad to fulfill the promise that you
made the father"
Clifford grumbled and opposed every
thing, and said he never had made any
definite promise, and there were no
delicate and peculiar circumstances at
all. and the girls whole letter sounded
to him like humbug The'mother was
mad style of woman, he remembered
-haunting to balls and theatres when
old Ferguson was dying by inches
and he had no doubt the daughter had
grown up like her. He hated begging
letters: he hated asking anybody to
take people he recommended; and he
would have nothing to do with the girl
but sending her a five-pound note as he
proposed; and even that, in his opinion
would be far better given to any poor
family in his own parish.
"Still, if you promised, Clifford ?-that
is the real reason for doing anything
DO you think you ever did make the
promise to the father that Miss Fer
gusson speaks of?"
Clifford started up angrily. It was
not in him to tell direct falsehood'
but he detested being forced into cor
ner with respect to the truth.
II did promise, Jane. as you are SC
fond OF knowing the exact details OF
everything. / did promise, and I'll tell
you how. Old Ferguson was one Of
the best players, and at the same time
had the most internal bad luck of any
man in Baden. He came to party al
my room one night and played Ians
quenet. He would play, though he
wasn't fit to hold a card; he played
l couldn't have kept him from it if
had tried and he lost. to me as well as
to others. / didn't think anything
about him or his losses then. buta day
or two afterward was smoking after
breakfast in the garden, and he came
IN to me. as white as a sheet, and said
he was ruined man. and he was go
ing to blow his brains out and so on
Don't look so disguised, Jane; he
never meant 10 do anything of the
kind, for I found out afterward that
he tried the same thing on with an
| other man as we'll MS myself. He only
meant TO get back some Of his money
If he could; and he got back some-oi
mine, / ought to say, for had lost
every farthing Of his the next night
and then, believe, he went on max
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