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TIIE ACIAESS1 DAUGHTER;
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THE MISTRESS Olri 1tICIIMOND IIOi1,$E,
ALE OE WRONG AND Itit:M DI4hiE,
By ill es. MAY AGNES.17,l.ill1Nf;<,•
Author of"Logit born 'Woman," Duna
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and another to look after poor folks anis
orphans. ',he'll be took cam of. And
now, dote ili,l it happen you came hero?"
I came with the company to which
bolting, and 11 •o stopped at a town about
fifty miles from hove. Georgia, as yon
cau sea, has a dreadful temper—poor
little fiery, passionate thing—and the
manager of tho thoatre, bomg an in-
oolont, ovorbearing roan, was always
finding fault with Blur and scolding about
something, whereupon Goorgia would fly
into one of ]tor fits of passion, and a
dreadful Beano would °name. I strove to
keep twin apart as much as I could, but
they crtou met, as a matter of courso,
and uovor parted without a furious
quaerol. Ho did not wish to part with
her, for I—and ib is with little vanity,
alas! that 1 say it—was his boat actress,
and Georgia's name in the bills never
failed to draw a orowdod honse. 1 used
to talk to Georgia, and implore her to
restrain bor fiery temper, and she would
promise; but whop next she would moot
biro, poor child, and listen to his insult.
ing words, all would bo forgoeton, and
Goorgia would stamp, and scold, and
call him all mauuor of names, and some-
timos wont so far as to refuse appearing
at all, and that last act of disobodieuco
never failed to put him fairly beside
himself with rage. I foresaw how it
would env], but I could do nothing with
her. Poor littlo thing! Nature cursed
her with that fierco, passiouato tenter,
and sho could not help ib."
"Bumph I" muttered Miss Jerusha;
"couldn't help it ! That's all very fine;
of I hall anything to do with her, Id
talc() tho fiorooucss out of her, or know
for why—a ugly -tempered, savage little
limb I"
Ono night," continued the sick wo-
man. "Georgi had ad been dancing, and
wheu sho lett the stago the whole house
shook with the thunders of applause.
Thuy shouted and shunted for her tore-
apl,��ar, bat I was sick that night, and
Georgia was iu a ]hurry to got homo, and
would dot go. Tho manager adored
her in no very gentle totes to go back,
and Georgia flatly and peremptorily re.
fused: Thou a dreadful scene ensued.
Ile naught lion by tho arms and dragged
her to b. r feet, as if Bio would force her
out, and whoa she resisted he struck her
a blow that sent her reveling across the
)0001."
"Alia! filet was good for you, my
lady 1" sin:rd Hiss Jertisha, with a ptriw
chuclde, to she glauced at the little
dancing slid.
It won the first time any one had
ever r:truel: hor," said Mrs. Darrel, in a
aiukiug voice, " and a veto, fury seemed
to twit() hor. A large black bottle lay ou
a slid, mnar, and with a perfect shriek
of passion soo Wood. it and burled it
with all hor strength at his head."
"My gracious!" ejaculated the hoe -
filled Miss 1 er ash a.
"lt stru:•lt him ou too forohead, and
laid it Glom with a frightful gash. SIo
atto uc,tod to spring upon hor, but some
of theMen;nterposed, and Georgia was
fbrcud off by tho re.,t. 1 -ler brother War-
mu
as
rou utas their, and, almost terrified to
death, hu brought her homo with him,.
and that very night we wore told our
woad ,va01m or t no longer
D.e,r onoeu,eanaand,
refused to pay us what ho owed us, and
even threatened to begin an action
against no for assault and battery, and I
don't know what besides. Iknew him to be
an unprincipled, vindictive man, and the
threat terrified me nearly to death, ter-
rified Inc 00 much that, with my two
children, I fled the next morning from
the town where we were stopping, fled
away with only one idea, that of escap-
ing from his power. Thad a little money
remaining, but it was soon spent, and I
was so woak and ill that but form poor
children I felt at times as if I could glad-
ly have lain down and died.
"Doming from Barnfield to -night wp
were overtaken by this storm, and musb
have perished had not Warren discovor-
ed this old' hut. The exposure to this
furious storm completed what sorrow
and suffering had long ago begun, and I
felt I was dying. It was terrible to
think of leaving poor little Warren and
Georgia all alone without ono single
friend in the wide world, and at last
sent Warren out to the nearest house
in the hope that some hospitable person
might come who would procure some
soot of omployment for them that would
keep them at least from starving. Yon
camo, thank Heaven! but my poor War-
ren has not returned. Oh! I fear, Ifsar
he has perished in this storm," cried
tho dying woman, wringing hor polo fin -
tiers, ,
"Oh, I guess not," said Miss Jerusha,
more startled than she ohoso to appear;
"most likely he's gond to some place also
and sbayed there to get warm ; but you,
you, what aro we to do for you? It;
doesn't scorn Christian.liko nor proper
no ways to leave you to die hove in this
miserable old shod."
"Doar, kind friend, never mind me,"
said the invalid, gratefully; "my short
!man of life ie nearly run, and oh ! what
des it matter whether for do few brief
moments yot remaining where they aro
spent. lout my chiidrou, my poor, poor
children I Oh, madam, you have a, kind
]heart, know you have,"—(MlssJerusba
gave a skeptical. "humph l")—"do, do,
for Heaven s sake, tryif somecharitablo
person will not take them arid give thorn
their food and clothing. Not so 10111013
for Warton do I fear, for the is quint and '
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madam, do something for her, and my
dying thanks will be yours 1"
"Well, thorcl don't take on 1 1'11 ego
whab can be done," said Miss Jerusha;
fidgeting, and glanoing askance at bile
wild'eyod, tempestuous little sprite,
"4nd though you don't seem to mind 11
much, still it don't seem right nor dceoub
for you to dio bore like I don't know
what," (Aliso Jorusha's favorfto simile)
"501'11 just stop over to Deacon Brown's
and got 11101 to look motor you, and
maybe bo'l'l bey an eye to the children,
too." •
"But you will be exposed to the
storm," toobiy remonstrated the dying
woman.
"Ball 1 who keers for tho storm?" sold
Mies Jerusha, glancing out of tho win-
dow with a look of grim defiance. "Bo -
sides it's chitin' off, and Deacon Brown's
ain't hnoro'0 two miles from hero. There,
hoop up your sperrits, and I'll bo back in
an hour or two with the deacon,"
So sayin Miss Jorusha, who onoo sho
considerotl ib her duty to do anything,
would lhai i gone through fire and flood
to do it, stepped resolutely out to bravo
once more the cold, wintry blast.
Tho storm had abated co0s,derably,
bub it was still piercingly cold, anti Miss
Jorusha's fin vers and toos tingled as sho
walked , rapidly over tho hard, frosty
ground. It had ceased snowing, and a
pale, watery moon, appearing at intor-
vals from behind a cloud, cast a faint,
sickly light over the way. Tho thigh,
leafless trees sent long, black, ominous
shadows across the road, and ;Miss Jor-
usha oast approhoosivo glances on riche':
side as sho walked.
Not the fear of ghosts, nor the fear of
robbers, troubled the stout-hearted spin-
ster ; but the dread of Boeing a slight,
boyish form, stark and frozon, across her
path. In mingled dread and remorse,
she thought of what aha had done, and
only the hope of finding him in the old
cottage on her return could dispelfor au
instant her haunting fear.
Deacon Brown's was reached at last,
and great was the surprise of that or-
thodox pillar of the church at beholdiug
his unlooked-for visitor. In very few
words Bliss Jerusha gave him to under.
stand the object of her visit, and,
rather ruefully, the good man rose to
harness up his old gray mare and start
with Miss Jerusha on this charitable er-
rand.
A quick run over the hard, frozen
ground brought them to the cottage,
and, fastening his mare to a tree, the
deacon followed Miss Jerusha into the
old house.
And there a pitable sight met his eyes.
The fire had gone out, and the room was
scarcely warmer than the freezing at-
mosphoro without. Blether and child
lay clasped in moll other's arms, still
and motionless. With a stilled ejacula-
tion Miss Jorusha approached and bent
over them. The child was asleep, and
the mother was dead 1
CHAPTER I11.
A YOUNG TOttNn,. n.
"alto is active, stirring, ,11 are;
aanuOt rob, canna tiro;
To a otono oho bad given life,"
It was a bright, breezy May morning,
just cool enough to render a tiro pleasant
and a brisk walk delightful. Tho sun-
shine camo streaming down twoagh the
green, spreading boughs of tho odorous
pine trees, gilding their glistening leaves,
and tinting with clues oe gold the spark-
ling windows of Miss Jerusha's little
cottage.
It was yet early morning, and the sun
had just arisen, yet Miss Jorusha, brisk,
resolute and energetic, marched around
the house, "up stairs, and down stairs,
and in my lady's chamber," sweeping,
dusting, soouring, scrubbing, and scold-
ing, all in a breath ; for, reader, this
was Monday, and that good lady was
just commencing her spring " house-
cleaning."
And Miss Jerusha's house-cleaning
was something which required to bo
seen to be appreciated. Not that there
was the shghtest necessity for that
frantho and distracting process which
all good housekeepers consider it a mat-
ter of conscience to make their house-
hold suffer once or twice a year for
never sine° Miss Jerusha had comp to
tho years of discretion had a single
spool: 00,,I(L neon
oyo ins,iln of th0e10 sl,01.0:0, .
it was with Miss Jernslia S
commaudroeltl; and the to;;,, 1 .:
of the 1Spiaropal creel, to on throe
vigorous and ttn,'orntno ui ng
down and scrubbing 01) every 0. r :
and fall, to the groat menta i ',golly an
bodily tortnro of the miliemi 1i
han(1inandcu, :t+'ly3 and her v , t era Ju
cat, Betsey Periwinkle. Since the niicl-
dbo of April Miss Jerusha had shown
signs of the coming epidunrio, which on
this eventful morning broko out in full
force.
Any stranger, on looking in at that
usually immaculate oatkago, might llavo
fancied a hurricane had passed through
it in the night, or that tho chairs and
babies and pots and pans, being of a
facetious disposition, had taken it into
their heads to get on a spree tbo night
before, and pitch themselves in all sorts
of frantic attitudes through tike Blouse.
For the principal rule in Bliss Jerusha's
houso-cleaning was first, with a great
doal of pains and trouble, to fliug chairs,
and stools, and pails; and brooms in a
mi sccllauoous heap through each room,
to disembowel closets whose contents
for the last six months bad boon a sealed
mystery to, human oyes, to tako down
and violonty tear asunder uuoffending
bedsteads, and with a stout stick inflict
a sever° and apparently unmerited cas-
tigation on harmless mattresses and
feather bels. This done, Miss 'Jorusha,
who had immense faith in the hot water
s}•atom, commenced with a steaming
tach of that liquid at the topmost rafter
I' t: o mileage, and never chew breath
undergone a eovoro application of first said the amply ahaokocl Bliss Jorusha, passion -gust like the last,
"Whero's my mamma ?" exclaimed 0110 source of secret and serious nand -
the child, with a fierce stamp of tin city to Bliss Jorusha was the fate of the
foot. little boy, Warren Darrell. Sine° that
"Little gal, look hare! that ain't 110 night when sho 11ad turned him from
way to talk to--" the door, nothinghad over been board
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" here's -my mamma I" fairly sbrici:ecl of him, no ono hd seen him, no traces.
the little girl, as sho sprang forward of him could be found, and one and all
and clutched Miss Jerusila's arm to came to the conclusion that he must
fiercely as to extort from lox a cry of have perished in the storm that night.
pain. Miss Jerusha, too, had to adopt the
"All-a-a-a,a-a1 Oh.h.h-lz 1 you little same belief at last, and in that moment
crab.fiell, if you ain't piucbbd my arm she felt as though she had been guilty
black and blue I Your mamma's dead, of a murder. No one knew ho had
and it's a pity you ain't along with her," com0 to tho cottage, and sho had her
said Miss Jerusha in her anger and pain, own waren for keeping it a secret, and
giving the girl a push that hent her rout- for politoly informing Fly she would
ing against the wall, twist her neck for her if sho ever men -
"Dead 1" tioned it; and in dread of that disagree.
The word full like a blow ou tb° able operation, Fly consented to keep
child, stunning her into quint. Bier quiet.
mamma dead 1 Sho could not realize Feeling as if sho ought to do Bome.
—she could not comproboucl it. thing to atone for tho guilt of which her
She stood as if frozen, her hand nit- conscience, so often referred to by her.
lifted as it limcl boon when sho ]rowel it, self, accused her, Miss Jerusha resolved,
her lips apart, her oyes wide open and by way of the severest penanco she
staring, Dead ! She stood still, be- could think of, to adopt Georgia, Sove-
wildor°l, stunned. ral of the "selectmen" offered to take
Miss Jorusha was absolutely terrified. the child and Bond her to the workhouse,
She had expected tears, cries, gasmen- but Miss Jerusha curtly refused in terms
ate grief, but not this ominous stillness. much shorter than swoet,and snappishly
That Axed, rigid, unnatural loots, chilled requested thorn to go and mind their
her blood. She went over and shook own affairs and she would mind little
the child in her alarm. Georgia Darroll.
"Littlo girl I Georgoy 1 don't look so And so, from that day the.littlo dan-
-don't 1 It ain't right, you know." ter became an inmate of the lonely sea.
Soho turned her eyos Bloody to Miss side cot. For the first few weeks sho
Jerusha's face, her lips parted, and ono was preternaturally grave and still—
word slowly dropped Jed
11 out: in the dumps, Miss Jerusha called it;
"Mamma 1" thou this passed away—like all the griof
"Honey, your ma's dead, and gone to of childhood, ever light and short-lived
heaven—I hope," said Bliss :Jerusha, —and then Miss Jorusha began to res.
who fait that common politeness re- lite the trouble and tribulations in store
qu-trod bor to say so, although she had for her, and the Iife of worry and vesa-
her doubts on the subject. "Yon must tion of spirit the restless elf would lead
n take .e on so about it, you—Oh, gra- her.
dims l too child's gono stark, staring In the first place, Miss Georgia cm -
mad I" phatically and decidedly put her foob
Her words had broken the spell. Lit- down, and gave her guardianess (if such
tle Georgia realized it all at last. With a word be admissible) to understand, in
a shriek—a wild, terrific shrink that the plainest possible English, that she
Hiss Jorusha never forgot—she threw had not the remotest or faintest idea of
up her arms and fell prostrate on the doing one single hand's turn of work.
ground. "I never had to work," said tho young
And there sho lay and shrieked. She lady, drawing herself up, "and I ain't
did not faint. Miss Jorusha, with her a going to begin now for anybody. I
hands clasped over her bruised and don't believe in work at all, and I don't
wouuded oar -drams, wished from the think itproper no way."
bottom of her heart she would; but In vain Miss Jorusha expostulated;
Georgia was of too sanguine a tempera- her little ladyship heard her with the
meat to faint. Shriek after shriek, most provoking indifference. Then the
soar,(), prolonged, and shrill, broke from old lady began to scold, whereupon
her hps as she lay on her face on the Georgia flow into one of her "tantrums,"
lioor,,her hands clasped over hor head. as Miss Jerusha called them, and, spring -
Miss Jerusha and Fly, nearly frantic ing to her foot, exclaimed:
with the ear.splitting torture, strove to "I won't then, not if 1 die for it I Proraiso hor np, but the little fury seemed always Bono jest whatever I liked, and
endowed with supernatural strength, I'm going to keep on doing it—I just aml
and screamed, and struggled, and bit at And I ain't going to bo an old pot -wiper
them like a mad thing, until they were for anybody—I just ain't, olcl taffy
glad enough to go off and leave her candy 1"
alone. And thorn sho Iay and screamed And then the sprite bounced out,
for a full hour, until even bar hangs of banging the door after her until tho
brass gave way, and shrieks ahsolutoly house shook, leaving Miss Jerusha to
refused to comp. - stand transfixed with horror and indig-
Thou a new spirit seemed to enter natio:] at this last "most unkindest cut
webbing and then drying,
Awful beyond nicasnro was Bliss ,Jo.
rushy. 04 these occasions—enough to
strike terror into tbo heart of every
shiftless mortal ontthls terrestrial globe
could thoy only baro soon her, With
her sleeves rolled up over her elbows,
her mouth sinib up, ---screwed npp with
grim botermivatioo of conqueriug or
dying in the attempt—with an oyo else
a ]hawk for every invisible spook of dust,
and the firm, determinod tramp Of tbo
Ieader of a forlorn hopo, flies Terusita
marched through that blessed little cot,
tag°, a broom in ono hand and a scrub.
hn` u it
b 1, brush i n the other, a sight CO sue,
not to hear of.
And then, having brusliocl and Bomb.
bed, and scoured, and polished °vory-
thing, front the best room down to the
fur coat of Botsoy Poriwinkle, until it
fairly shone, all that could offend the
sight was poked back into tho mystori-
ous olosots again, another revolution
swept through every room, returning
things to their places, and the whole
household was triumphantly rostorod
to its former state of distressing clean -
Hums. And tins ended Miss Jeruslta'a
houso-dloaning.
"Thom than throe beds shall alnico,
to comp down this morning," said Miss
Jerusha, folding hot arms, and rogard.
ing them grimly, " and every ono of
them blessed bedposts her got to bo
scalded right out. You, Fly! is that
thorn fire a -burning?"
" Yes, miss," answorod Fly, who was
tearing distractedly in and out after
wood and water, and as nearly fulfilling
tho impossibility of being in two 'places
at once as ft was possible for a more
mortal to do.
"And is that bihor of water a-biling?"
"Yes, piss."
"And did you tell Georgey to go clown
to Burnfiald for some yaller soap ?"
"Please, Miss Jerry, I couldn't find
her."
Couldn't find her, hey? What's do
reason you couldn't find her ?" asked
Miss Jorusha in a high key.
"Caso she'd been and gone away some
whams. Pleas°, ole miss, dam ain't nob-
ber do sayin' wham anybody can find
dat ar young gal," replied Fly, begin-
ning to whimper in anticipation of get-
ting her ears boxed for not performing
an nnpossibility.
"Gone away 1 actor being told to stay
at homo and help with the house-clean-
ing! Oh, the little shif'less villain, I
'dare of 1 haven't a good mind to give
her tho best switchin' ever sho got noxt
time I ketch holt of her. Told mo this
morning sho wasn't going to be a dish-
washing old maid like me 1 a sassy,
impidont little monster I Old, Mcleod 1
I vow to gracious, only for sho dodged,
I'd hey twisted her nook for ]hor! Olid !
humph 1 a pretty thing to be called at
my time of life ! 01(1, indood 1 A nasty,
ungrateful little imp 1"
While she spoke, the outer gate was
slammed violently to, a slight little
figuro ran swiftly np the walk, rind the child. Sho leaped to her foot as if
burst like a whirlwind into tho sacred those members were furnished with
precincts of the best room—a small, steel springs, mud made for the door.
light, airy figure, drossecl in black, with Fortuuatoly Miss Jorusha had locltad ht,
crimson °hooks, and dancing, sparkling, somehow anticipating soma such metro -
flashing black oyes, fairly blazing with meant, and in that quarter sho was foiled.
life and health, and froodom, and high Silo seized the look and shook the boor
spirits—a swift, blinding, dark, bright furiously, stamping with impotent pas -
vision, so quick and impetuous in every sion at finding it resist all her efforts.
motion as to startle you—a "thing all "Open the door!" she screamed, with
life and light," a little tropical butterfly, a stamp, turning upon Miss Jorusha a
with the hidden sting of a wasp, fm- pair of oyes that glowed liloo thoso of a
pressing the beholder with the idea of young tigross.
a barrel of gunpowder, a pop -gun, a 'fico- Tho old lady actually shrank, mu1or
cracker, or anything else very harmless the burning light of that dark, passion -
and quiet looking, but ready to explode ate glance, but composedly sat still and
and go off with a bang at any moment. lmit away.
It was Goorgia—our little Georgia ; "Open the door !" shrieked tho mad
and how sho Dame to be an inmate of child, shaking it so fiercely that itfiss
Miss Jorusha's cottage it requires us to Jerusha fairly expected to see the look
go back a little to tell. tomo off before her eyes.
But the look resisted hor efforts. De-
lirious with her frantic rage, the wild
girl dashed hor head against it with a
shriek of wild passion—dashed it against
it again and again, until it was oil cut
and blooding ; and then she flew at the
horrified Miss Jorusha like a vory fury,
sinking her long nails in hor face and Then sho mado 4 point of visiting Burn.
tearing off tho skin, like 'a maniac as field every day, and making herself ac.
she was. (painted generally with the inhabitants
That aroused at last all Miss Jorusha's of that little "ono -horse town," aston-
wiry strength, mad, grasping the child's falling sho natives to such a de"reo by
wrists in a vise -like grip, she hold her the facility with which she stood on her
fast while she struggled to froe hermit head, or made a hoop of herself by
in vain, for the fictitious strength givon oatohiug her feet in her bands and roll -
her by her storm of passion had exhaust- ing over and over, that soma of thorn
el itself, by its very violence, and every had sorious doubts whether sho was
effort now to froo herself grow faiitor real, or only au optical delusion. , And
and fafntor, until at last site swayed to then her clanging 1 The first time Miss
and fro, tottomod, and wonld have fallen Jorusha saw her sho camo nearer faint -
had not Miss Jornsha Bold hor fest. fug than she had over done before in
Lifting her in bor arras, Miss Jcrnsba her life.
boro hor up stairs and laid her in her "Oh, my graoious 1" said Miss Jerusha,
awn bed. And ikon overcharged natiir0 in tones Of hoeror, when afterward re -
gave way, and burying hor face hi the luting tho occurrence, "I novor see sioh
pillow, Goorgia beret into apasrioinito ou-c1nistan actions boforo in all my
torrent of tears ebbing convalsivoly-. born days. There she was a-tiinging of
Long she wept, until the fountains or her logs about as if they bolongod to
her tears were dry, and then, worm out somebody olso, and a-twistfn' of hat
by her own violonco, sho fell into .o VT), arms about over hor ]head, and a-jiggiu'
found sleep. back and forward, and a standin' onto
"Well, hey repass elite I" said 31i.is One blessed too and spinnin' round like
Terusba, drawing a long breath and a top, with the other leg a-sticltin' right
getting up, "of all the children over 1 out like a toastin' fork. I 'glare it gave
seen I never saw any liko that there mo such a turn as I ain't got over yit, and
little limb. 'Clare to gracious 1 there's never oxpects to. Oh, my conation° 1
something bad inafdo that young gat — 1t was really orful to look at tho on -
that's my opinion 11irlt rye , like male natoral shapes that thoro lith° limb
of fire ! 'fly cense it no° 1 1 pettily duii't could twist herself Into. And to think
feeisafo with her in the.lma:;:." of hor, when alio got cidono, a-kneolin'
But Georgia awoke calm noel utterly down on one ltuoo as if she was sayin'
otlianstod, 1111 thins p 1,0), l ;ems' the
first violcnhera of tai grkll, •which, like
i On that very Christmas Eve, when
with Deacon Brown she discovered the
1 sleeping child in the ruined cottage,
sho was for a moment at a loss what to
do. Sho knew the little girl had fallen
asloep,.unconscious of the dread pres
once, and she had seen enough of hor to
bo aware of the frantic and passionate
scene that moot ensue when ehe awoke
and discovered her loss. Sho bent over
leer, and, finding her sleeping heavily,
she lifted her gently in her arms, 0011 1n
a few whispered words desired the lea.
con not to remove the corpse, but to
drive her home first with the orphan.
Wrapping the half -frozen phild in bor
warm cloak, 5110 had talceii her seat,
and was driven to the cottage without
arousing her from het heavy slumber,
and safely clopositod her in Fly's little
boa, to the groat astonishment, nob to
say indignation, of that small black
individual, at finding her conch thus
oaken summary possos5100 of.
It was late nexb morning whim the
littfo dancing girl awolto, and thou sho
sprang up anti gazed around lot with
au air of complete bowildermout I:Ior
nest glance toll on Miss ,ornsna, w1`0
was bustling around, helping Fly to get
broakfast, and the sight of that pillow,
rigid froutispioco soonod to recall her
to a realization of what bad passod the
previous night.
She sprang up, shook back bor thick,
disordered blank hair, and exclaimed
"Who broughb me hero ?"
"1 did, honey,"•said Miss Jorusha,
spooking as gently as sho knew how,
which is not saying much.
"Whore is mamma ?"
"Oh, sb D's --how did you sloop last
night ?" maid Miss Jorusha, actoaliy
quailing iuwatdly in anticipation of tho
of all," which roferrod to the candy
Bliss Jorusha was in the habit of making
and selling in Burnfiald.
And thus too wild, fearless child kept
the old lady in a constant serios of
tremors and palpitations by the dan-
gers sho ran into headlong. Not a tree
in the forest sho would not climb like a
squirrel, and often, the frozen branches
breaking with her, she would find it im-
possible to got down again, and have to
remain thore until Bliss Jerusha would
get a ladder and take her down. And
on these occasions, while the old lady
scolded and ranted down below, the
young lady up in her lofty perch would
be in convulsions of laughter at her look
of terror and dismay. Not a rook on
the beach, slippery and icy as they
were, she had not clambered innumer-
able times, to the manifest danger of
breaking her neck.
It was well for hor sho could climb
and cling to them like a cat, or she
would most assuredly have been killed ;
as it was, she tumbled off two or tbrco
times, thereby raising morn bumps on
her head than Nature ever placed there.
of hor prayers, as sho ought for to do, ,
and thou take and blow me up for not
a blaze of straw, burned up fiercely for applaudin', as she called ft, A sassy
coming soon ; for, with her Strong a moment aucl than went out in black little wiper 1"
nerves axed plain, practical vi0w of ashes. Still, grave, and unsmiling, the Georgia's daily visits to I3urufielci
things in gonoral, the good o11! lady had little girl wont about, with no lite in hov were a serious annoyauoo to Miss Jo-
t masculine horror of 5oone5, face cavo what burn°el in her groat wild
"Whore fs my mamma?" said the eyes.
child, sharply, fixing her planing black Her mother was buried, and so illfss
oyos o0 Miss Jerusha's face, ,Jorusha, with some inward fear and
"Oh, silo's—wohl, she ain't hove." tromblinn, ventured to 1011 her at last :
"Where is sho, then ? You ugly old but the ctl;ld heard it quietly enough.
thing, what have you done to mamma, ?" She need not harp feared, for it 'was
rushy; For torero were some who do.
lighted ie hor wild antics, just as they
would in tho mischievous pranks of a
monkey, encouraged her in her wilful-
ues5, aid exhorted hoe to defy the "Old
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