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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1887-7-22, Page 7JULY 22. 1887, etteitmanwaroormseossaamaszensas THE ACTRESS' DAUGlTER;1 01e .y THE BRUSSELS POST kAow," said Illclly, seising her ocher band, and putting hor leap y little face close up to hers, "it won't do to refuse THl' ESTIbEiSS OP EIC, h OND ROME, give humor. your pardon. You must far - g1 , pleases —won't you, Miss Jerusha?" "Well, now, •I don't know," said Miss Jorusha, relentingly, "ho did treat you dredfuily, Georgey, bub----" "No, he didn't, Miss, .Jerusha—just servedher right," said Emily, "Geor- gia was naughty, I knew, and didn't, be- have well. ' There, she forgives bim— took,' she's going to laugh. Oh, say yes, Miss Jerusha." "'4tre11 yes' then, does that please you?" said Miss Jerusha, breaking iota a grim smile. "Dear Miss Jerusha, accept my beat thanks for that," said. Georgia, with a radiant face, "and now, may I send Fly up for him to Richmond House, that he may hear your forgiveness from your own lips?" "Well, yes, I s'poso so," said Miss Jerusha, rubbing her nose; "and see here, Georgey, while you're about it, I reckon you might as web send for that there brother o' yent'n,too ; I turned him out o' doors once, and while I am forgiving that there „graceless htishand o' your'n, I guess I'll get him to forgive me." Georgia laughed, and went out to the kitchen to despatch Fly off on the errand. "Perhaps I had better go," said Emily, timidly. "I—I think I'd rather. It's so long since I met Mr. Wildair that I don't like to now." "Pooh, nonsose 1" said Georgia, lang1i ing, "don't like to meet. Mr. Wildair, in. deed) Not a step shall you go until they come, and besides, I want• to make you acquainted with my poet brother, who is a handsome fellow 1" and Georgia's eyes: sparkled. "Does he look like you, Georgia?" said Emily, meditatively. "Not a bit; better looking," smiled Georgia. "Aud oh, Em, there's a.par- ticuler friend of yours, up at the stall, a certain Mr. Curtis, if you remember him,". He's not a particular friend of mine" said Emily, pouting and blushing. "1 don't know anything about him. I wish, he hadn't Dome." "How flattered he would feel if ho heard that. You refused him, didn't you, Emily?" "Oh, Georgia, don't tease," said Emily, a ria i g up and turning half pettishly ishl v away.. Georgia laughed, and silence for awhile fell on all three, broken at last by the sound of carriage wheels, and the next moment two tall gentlemen stood in the little moonlitparlor, with their hats off, and one of them stepped up to Miss, .Jerusha, extended his hand, and said, with a smile: "Well, Miss Jerusha, am I forgiven at last ?" There was no resisting that frank tone AWA 070 WRONG AND REi8'E011R1IE, By Mrs. MAT AGYES FLEMING, Author of " 14oet For u 'Womqu,r, " lU ns$ Ferer's Seurat," Etc., Etc. and one of her numerous family, lazily blinking their sleepy eyes. Georgia's heartbeat fast as she leaped out of the carriage and walked slowly up toward the house. Gathering tbe, sweeping folds of her purple satin dress in ono hand, she rapped, timidly, falter. ingly at the door. It was opened by Fly—yes, it was Fly, no doubt about it -who opened her eyes and jumped back with a screech when she saw who it was. "Hush, Fly l How do you do?" said Georgia, tapping her black cheek. "Is Magi'Joruebain?" But Fly, in herastonishment and con• sternation, was incapable of speech; and smiling at hor' stunned look, Geor- gia swept past and entered the "best room." There it was, still unchanged, and there,' in her rocking•chair in the ehim- neycorner, knitting away, sat Miss Jerusha, unchanged, top, Old Father Time; seemed to have no power over her iron frame. She did not hear'Georgia'a noi1eless'entrance, and it was only when a bright vision in glittering robes of silk and velvet, with dark te'arfnl eyes and sadly smiling lips, knelt at her feet, and two "youthful white arms, with gold bracelets Bashing thereon, encircled her waist, and a sweet, vibratipg voice softly murmured, "Dear, dear Misa Jerusha, that she looked up. Looked up, with a wild ory, and half arose, then fell back in her seat, and, flinging her arms around her neck, fell on her shoulder with ono load, passion- ate cry of "Georgia! Georgia!" CHAPTER XXVL "LAST 50010E of ALL." "And by hie side thoto moved a form of beauty, Strewing sweet timers along hie path of life." —Axon. Longand coollaythe shadowsthe grass, ne by one on the bright, beautiful stars arose in the sky, up and up sailed the "lady moon," smiling down with her serene face on the trio sitting in the moonlight in the humble parlor of that Mae cot by the sea.' No light but that of the cloudless moon, no light but the beaming glances from eyes bright with joy—no other Iight was needed. By Miss J'ernaha's side sat Georgia—not Georgia, the radiant vision of the ball -room, Juno. and pleasant smile. alms Jerusha look - like in her queenly beauty, but the ed meditatively at his proffered baud a humble, gentle, loving girl, meek in her moment, and theu grasped it with an great happiness. Oue wrinkled yellow energy that made the governor of B— hand of the venerable spinster lay in wince; as she exclaimed: the small dark hands blazing with goms, "Well now, I railly don't thiuk as 1 end hold them fast as if she wouldhave ought, but Georgey says I shill hen to, held than there forever, while hor eyes and I s'pose I've got to mind her. Mr. never for an instant wandered from the Wildair, how d'yo du ? I'm rail gladto swoeb smiling face. hear they've made a governor of yon, And at Georgia's feet kuelt another— and Ihope you'll beha :e better for the a vision in robes snowy 'white, with the future, and be good to Georgey." sweetest, fairest face ever sun shone or "I shall: certainly try to; but, Plias moon beamed on -one who " looked like ferusba, I was almost as much sinned a stray seraph in her white garments, against as sinning. That malicious little and floating golden curls, and sweet, cousin of mine,you know—" beautiful violet eyes. Dear little Emily "Oh, I know; Georgey told me. Well, Murray, sweeter and fairer thau ever she won't interfere again, I' reckon—an she looked, nestling there, crying and impident little whipper -snapper, speak - laughing together, and clinging to Geer- ing as sassy to Georgey as if she was gia as though she would never`iet her go mistress herself, and oilers grinnin' like again. a chessy cat." "And to think you should have seen "And has Miss Jerusha no greeting 'so much, and come throngh such strange for me 2 Has she forgotten the little boy scenes," sobbed Emily,, laughing at the who paid her a visit ono stormy Christ - same time; "to think you should have inas Eve long ago?" said Warren, as ho found your brother, and traveled all advanced, smiling, shaking back his oyer Europe, and then come back and dark, clustoring,bair. foupd yourself the wife of the greatest "My conscience! you ain't ho are you? man of the age 1 Oh; dear me 1" said Tall as a flag -staff, I declare I Forget little Emily, laughing and swallowing a you—no, I guess I don't. '• ,1' did behave sob, "it is so funny and so strange to most dredfully that nigbt to turnou find our Georgia bank here in the old out; but gracious .I knew you wouldn't cottage again." freeze or nothin', and neither you did, But it's very nice—now ain't it, you see." Emily ?" said Miss Jerusha, compla. "NO; ; I am frost.proof," said Warren, Gently. laughing; "but I owe you a long debt of "Nicol I guess it is," said Emily, gratitude for the care you took of this clasping Georgia ti liter. "Oh, Georgiawild sister of mine all those years, Miss I've lain awake nigpt after night, crying Jcrusba. Cornea,' he said, extendibg his and,thinking about you, and wondering, hand; "We shall' he good friends now, what had''beconie' of you, and oh! so snail -we not 2" frightened lest you should be dead—. "That we shaIl," said Miss Jerusha, drowned, or' frozen, or something; and cordially shaking the handiig extended. in rhes stbtmy'nights all that long win- "My; oto think the little fe1lllj'r'I turned ter I never could sleek: for fear you out that night should come back snob a might bo out' in the frost and cold, six•footer, and rail gpodttooking,. too, without a home or friends. Ola, Geer- now ain't he, Emily i' Wbyi you weeen't gia t' t did feel so restless and' miserable the giroof a well; grown doogiinut then, all that winter, for fear, while I was you know. Good gracious:1 fast to think warm and•sheltered, you might be lying bow funny things will. tush out. 'Clare in the bleak stroetg cold and dead." to man, if it ain't the queerest world I And little Emily sobbed. ever bead tell of 1" ' "Dear 'little ,Emily 1" said Georgia, Miss Jambe • wiped 'her spectacles kissing her. meditatively, and gave et email, mottled "And, oh,it is so nice to think you kitten who came purring xonud' het Imre become a devout Christian," laid thougghtfiff kick. Emily, changing from sobbing to laugh- "hallo t" 'said Richmond picking it lug again, "and I am so glad. Oh, dear up, "one of 'Betsey .Periwinkle's. How me.l howfonny overytbsngghappens, to is that intelligorit domestic quadruped, be sure. And Charley' Wildair, too," Miss Jerusha? She and T urea Mhopursued Emily; "I' am sure I never tremendous, friends long .ago, you Mout* 'he would be a clergyman; but know?" I am very, very glad. Oh, I am so "Yes, I know; alto was no ways proud, happy,"" said Emily, latighing, and and made friends; with Most pea.pple,l' squeezing Georgia's waist,' 'that I don't said Miss Jerusha, complacently; "thatai know what to do with myself," Betsey's youngest., She raised several "Nor imam: Char, I dOn't nota, railly," small families since, and is.boginning;to said Miss Jerusba, who was the very fall into the old ages o' 1ife'newt •Ah, . pioture of compoeure. well! sich things must be ;expected; "Dear Miss Jerusha," said Georgia, everybody• gobs old, yeti lamaf-oven caressingly,"and won't you far givo Betsey Peiwinkle" Itipilmond-lie really doos . not merit Very swiftly passed that evoniag. It your anger, and warts to be forgiven seemed as if the old 'happy days lead add be frionae With you again so much. como baolc—those unclouded Jaya, when Pleato do." - • no shadow of the darkuoss:10 eom0 bad "Oh, eu mast, Miss Jertishea yon yet risen on the horizon. Only ono moo was needed thereto complete the Made, one, voice to complete the charm ; but that bright young head lay low now, the tall grass waved over that familiar Moe, ana that clear, spirited voice was silenced forever. Tears sprang to Miss Jerusba's hard gray oyes, as silo listened to the tale of the noble life and early death of her light-hearted favorite, and little Emily sobbed. "You must give up this little cottage, Meas Jerusha," said lticlamond, befero they left that evening, "mid come and live with Georgia and me, Once upon a time you admired Richmond House, and now you must make it your home," "Do, Miss Jerusha 1 oda, dear Miss Jer- usha, do 1" pried Georgia, eagerly; "it. will snake me so happy to have you always near me. Aud you shall bring' Fly and Betsey Periwinkle and all the lftblo Betseys, and we will be ever eo happy together." Miss Jerusha shook bet head. "Mr, Riohnlohd, I'm obliged to you, and you, too, Gamey, but I sba'n't leave the old homestead while I live. My father and mother, and all our folks, since the time of the revolution long ago, hon lived and died here, and I: don't want to be the first to leave it. I can, see you every day as long, as you're in Burnfield; and whether S went to live with you or not, I wouldn't go with you to the city—a noisy, nasty place 1 So, I reckon I shall keep on living here; very much obliged to you both at the same time, as I said before." And from this resolution nothing could move ber—no amount of catalog could ,induce her to depart from it. The laws , of the Modes and, Persians, might be changed, but kiss Jernsba Skamp'sde- terinination ne er1 11 was late when they retooled to Richmond House, where they found Mr. Curtis solacing himself with a cigar; his chair tipped ' back and his heels re- posing on tlie'.low marble mantel, and yawning' disconsolately as ho glanced drearily over the Bu Wield R'ecorde'r. "Got Back,, have you 2" be said; look- ing up as our party entered ; "and time I should say. What precious softseats your e;Ccellency, and the, rose of you must have, found in `fiss Jerusha's. Quarter to twelve, as I am. a sinner 1 :I wonder Miss Skamp didn't turnyou out. How is that ancient vestal?" "In excellent health," replied Rich- mond, throwing himself on a lounge, "and1oxfectl unchanged d since you saw her last. By the way, there was a young friend of yours there Dick." "Ali, was there 2" said Mi. Curtis, twisting round suddenly in his ehair, and turning Very red. "Aw — Bob Thoinpson,.a daresay." "Yes, if 'Bob Thompson is &ve feet three inches high, has blue eyes, pink cheeks, yellow curls, and white fore- head, ditto a dress, and is in the habit, of wearing gold bracelets, and answer- ing to the pretty name of Emily." "Ah—alisa, Mummy," said Mr. Curtis, thrusting his hands abruptly into his pockets, and beginning, without the smallest provocation, to whistle violent- ly. "Nice little girl I How is she 2" "Ask Randall," said Richmond, with a slight laugh and a malicious glance toward the gentleman in question. "Ile had Emily pretty much to himself all the evening -took summary posses- sion of the young lady, and the moment he was iutroducod began to be as fascin- ating as he know how. Irresistible people are poets. Ask him." Instead of asking him, however, Mr. Curtis favored the handsome poet with a ferocious scowl, and then, flinging away his Havana, stalked out of the room with tragic strides that would have made his fortune onthe stage. Mr. Wildair laughed, and Mr. Randall Iooked after him with a slight smile, but said nothing, Ono week later Georgia learned his, -opinion. Emily had boon spending the evening at the hall, and had just' gone home. , "What a dear little angel she is 1" ex- olaimed Georgia; "so sweet,so good, so goutle and loving. ; Her, presence brightens the room the moment she 1 enters, like a ray of sunshine. Darlfm little Emily 1 how I love her 1 I wisi she were any sister." Warren smiled, and , placing a ham lightly on either shoulder, looked dowi in her flushed, enthusiastic face. "Belle Georgia," he said, meanings "so do L" y a k 0 pe '1' And now lot the curtain • rise ono, more ere it falls again forever. Five years have elapsed, but Burnfielt and Wellen end House are still the same a little larger, a little more noisy, a litllb more populous, but nothing to speak of The march of improvement does not gt ahead very fast there. ' There is a little brown cottage stand ing by the seashore, and sitting in tat "beat, room" la an elderly lady knittiu1 away as if the fate of kingdoms de. flepded on it. Such a spotless hest. room as it le; nota apeck.pt dust to be seen anywhere the very., covers of the Pilgrim's Progress •and::RobinsonArusoe fairly glitter with cleanliness, and it's absolutely dangerous for a person al weak oyes to look et the !hairs and painted floor, so perfectly dazzling are they, The old' lady herself, albeit a little stiff and prim in her dress, is as bright as a new penny, and although the said dross would at• the prosentalay be called somewhat skimpy, it is a calico, like Jiisepll's coat, of many colors, and. she is fairly gorgeous in it, A demure, weIi.mannred, polite ani. mal of the feline s ooies reposes on a rug other feet, and blinks a pair of in- tensely greeneyesin the sunshine with a look.of calm, philosophical happiness beautiful to see.. Betsey Periwinkle, 'buried in state at the bottom of garden, and the ono now introduced to the pabho is a domande/at of that ami- able animal, and as such no dopbt will be cordially welcomed. Out in the kitchen is a "cullud per. son" of the female persuasion, whose Moo glistens with happiness and a re. cont application of yellow soap, who sits chewing gum and sewing away at a new turban with a look of perfect con- tentment. But tbere is one other inmate of that beet room -a stranger to you, reader, whom I now hasten to introduce, It is a young lady of some three year old,, who goes skipping along, alternately tnnlblmg down, and after omitting ono or two shrill yells, which, sbe considors necessary to draw attention to the clever way in which the fall was man. aged, crawls up again and resumes her journey round the room, until she Woks proper to undergo' another upset, The short, ,crisp black curls, the brigla dancing black eyes, and the high, brow forehead that this young lady owns ar to us, as is also the very d aided temper she, has of her own. This small individual, not to be my terious, is Mies Georgia Wildair, elde daughter of his excellency, Richmon Wildair, of Richmond_ House, A pock() edition of our early friend Georgia sh is, with the same hob, fiery temp but never will it lead her into su ;rouble as her mother's has done, f the restraining hand of religion wi bold her• back, and little Miss Midair the heiress, will be taught, what ou Georgia never was, to "Remember, he Creator is the days of her youth ;" an Ibis little lady, 10 the pride and, darlin of Miss Jerusha's heart, and spends while papa and mamma rusticate i Burnfield, a great deal more of he precious time in the. cottage than. sli loos in tiie hall, and enjoys herself bug ay with Fly and Betsey Periwinkle. And now, reader, to the worthy oat ;o the sable hand -maiden, aid's n, to the•littl heiress,' and to oui old friend Mis Jerusha Glory Ann Skamp, you and must bid an everlasting farewell. A new scene rises before us.' A'erg and elegantly furnished �pparlor, wher pictures, end. statuary, and curtains and Lounges, and last, but not least,ta genie are, makes everything at once graoofu tad Homo -litre.; A lady, young ,an beautiful, but with a calm, chastened sort of beauty, t and,a soft, t subdued bdued it am e site on a ]O. sv nnxafnd.cliair and, holds a baby, evidently ;quite a repent prize who Bea makiugg-frantio efforts .to swal- low its own little, fat fists, and hitting its invisible little nose desperate blows In the vain endeavor. This young gentleman is Master Richmond Wildair, while in "nurses" lap, at a little distance, his elder brother Master Charley, a youth of some sixteen months,, is jgmp- ing and crowing, and evidently having a heap of fun. all to himself. These manifestations of delight at last grow so obatreperous that a handsome, state- ly:gentleman who lies on a sofa near, reading the paper, looks up with a smile. "What a noisy youth this boy of yours is, Georgia 1" he says, looking at blaster Charley; "he is evidently on making himself heard in this world. Come, Charley, bo quiet; papa can't read. But Charley, who had no intontion`of being bound over to keep the .peace, no sooner hears papa's voice than, with a crow an octave jiigher than any of its prodecaseors, he holds out his arms.and hsps, in the smallest possible English: le Papa, tate Tapley 1 papa, tato Tar - "Now do put down that stupid paper, Richmond, and take poor 'Tuley,'"says Georgia, looking up with her bright smile. "Bring him over, nurse." "Well, I suppose I 'must," Richmond says, resigning himself as a man always must in such cases, and. holding out hie arms to "Tarley," who, with an exulting crow, leaps in and immediately buries. two chubby hands in papa's bair. "Where's Georgia ?" "Oh, down at the cottage, of course," says the lady, laughing; "when laGeor- gia over to be found anywhere else ? Dear Miss Jerusha 1 it does make hen so happy to have her there ; so while we live in Barnfield we may as well let her stay there." Oh, certainly—certainIy," replies Richmond, with tears in his eyes as Master "Tetley" gives au unusually vigorops pull to iiia scalp,loolc. 'And by the way, my dear, guess from whom beard today?" the ' comes back to the land of their birth, but you and I will see. 1118tH no mesa. On the last seg of all let the curtain rise ere it. drops again forever, In a Sunny corner of a sunny oburch. yard, where the sweet wild roses swing in the soft west wind, where trees wave and birds sing, and a little brook near murmurs dreamily as it flown along, is grave, with a marble cross above, bear- ing the name of "Charles Wildair," and underneath the ipseription, "Blessed aro the dead who die in the Lord." Tread lightly, reader; hold your breath as you gaze. Kneel and pray in awes, for a saint lies' there. And now that the story is finished, I We the segaoione reader putting. on his epootacles to look for the moral. Good old soul! With the help of a microscope he may find it; may heaven aid. hint in his search ; but lest he should fail, I must decamp. Reader, adieu, ETRE END.) A Curious Legend. oe In the Court of the Inner :Temple,in London, after the Chancery Inns of Clif- s ford, Lyon, and Clement, had been as- st tablished, it was resolved to set np a handsome sun -dial. It was contracted t for and put up; and when the barristers' had seen it they resolved that there or sbouldbeanappropriatelegend,ormotto, cli engraved upon the margin: of the dial: or They made known their wish to the 11 maker, and. told him to go to the proctor and got directions from him He would ' be the best man to decide, upon the r motto. So to the proctor's room the maker of g the dial made his way. The old profes- sor was a crotchety fellow, and very ri' averse to being; disturbed- when at his studies. The idea of a legend for the a sun -dial was all new to hint. He looked a up as the man. entered, and, asked him what he wanted. He knew that some- thing was said in reply about the sun- e3 dial, bat he did not understand sabot it s was, nor did he care. "Bahl" he gasped, with a letting -go f 1o If g gent -up breath. , "Begone about your e business I" e The visitor bowed politely and retired;, and on the following day, when the habitues of the temple came to look at -the 1 now dial they beheld that wonderful d legend : "Begone about your business.". The story was soon told; and a hearty laugh enjoyed; , and then anon lC ation was held, and it was plainly concluded' and so decided: That the legend could. ' not ;be improved. The command waa, a; most' healthful one. And it remained•, and if the dial is still standing the curia . ous legend is doubtless upon *intact. eag"erWholy.--W8arron 2" inquires Georgia, No—Ourtis," says his exsollency, laughing. "Poor Dlek's done for' at last. Miss Maggie Wbat's=hor•name Leonarc�i, the onewith the earls and always laugh, ing, has &niched him. As the king in the play says, 'I could have better spared a better man.'" "Why, you don't mean to say he has marriea her?" says Georgia, in extreme is eurpihe nseow?". "Well, l: am surprised. Where "Off in the South for a bridal tour, and then he will return and resume bis duties as my secretary, There goes' the tea - bell, Frere, nurse, take Master ",Camey.' Come, Georgia." Look with me on another scene, reader. The beautiful moon rides high over the blue Adriatic; the bright, cloudless sky of glorious Italy is overhead, that sky of which poets have sung, and artists have drearned, and old, swoot romanoora have ppictured, and gazing up' at its serene lioauty With uncovered i1Yow, atands a poetfrom a foreign land, with hie blue. eyed bride. You know them both ; you need no introduction r t oductiyouO On' can Y.nt mita take them, for the lofty mein and gal- lant bearing of -Warren, and the soft, ly blue eyes and the seraphic smile of roily are unohanged. Some day, when y, are tired wandering undeb the rind skies of the old world, they dill our early friend, has departed this life, Id deeply regretted;by a large and respect- the able bitch, of acquaintances, and was ares jt is the 'Unexpected that 8Ynppene. An agent for an accident insurance company was reading t10 roof sheet o a pew advertising circular in lower Broadway the other day,, when a re- porter said to him, referring' to the in- sured, "How n-sured,"flow do they get hurt ?" He said: "Not in the ways you would expect. For instance, we have had bore in the last month a lawyer who was shot in the faoe, a commercial traveller who was hurt playing base ball, a plumber who was hurt by the bursting of a bottle of aerated water, a chemist who fell down an embapkreent, a grocer who ryas bitten by a dog, a cloth merchant who was stung by bees, another mer- chant who fell off some of the rocks up town, an auctioneer who was bitten by a horse, a coal merchant who fell while dancing, and a restaurateur who dis- located his wrist getting out .of a bath. "As exceptions, we have had within that time, a farmer who was gored by a bull, a wine merchant wbo, was injured while breasting the neck of a bottle, and a surgeon who cut himself while dress- ing a wound." A One -Sided Qrcetlog. He was ane of nature's noblemen, chuck full of "snake bite," and hearty good'svill toward mankind. He had spoken to everybody he met on Whitehall, and was now standing in front of a Jammy belonging to e clothier. Hello 1" he cried, slapping the form on the back. "Ish right glad t' shee yer, old pard." For a moment he gazed good btiinor• edly at the placid face, as if expecting an answer; and on getting none, he spoke again : . "Why, ole boy, Isla bin lookin' fer ye1 for las hour; an yes needn't be she stuck up cane yer Tittle better drosh's;. Ime. I user know yer 'daddy' n he was po'or'n me." Still the dummy looked coldly al him. "Yer ish az drunk az shoo can be,' continued the spokesman, getting mad "n shine yer got eho bignity, ding 1 don't wipe up s�']idosa-alk wif yer." And be made a grab for the figure just in time to be caught in the lovin1 arms of a policeman. Taste for Frlondthlp. 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