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Title: Emilie the Peacemaker
Author: Mrs. Thomas Geldart
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EMILIE THE PEACEMAKER.
BY MRS. THOMAS GELDART.
AUTHOR OF "TRUTH IS EVERYTHING;" "NURSERY GUIDE;"
"STORIES OF ENGLAND AND HER FORTY COUNTIES;" AND
"THOUGHTS FOR HOME."
MDCCCLI.

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of
God.... Matt v. 9.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER II.
THE SOFT ANSWER
CHAPTER III.
THE LESSON AT THE COTTAGE
CHAPTER IV.

THE HOLIDAYS
CHAPTER V.
EDITH'S TRIALS
CHAPTER VI.
EMILIE'S TRIALS
CHAPTER VII.
BETTER THINGS
CHAPTER VIII.
GOOD FOR EVIL
CHAPTER IX.
FRED A PEACEMAKER
CHAPTER X.
EDITH'S VISIT TO JOE
CHAPTER XI.
JOE'S CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER XII.
THE CHRISTMAS TREE
CHAPTER XIII.
THE NEW HOME

CHAPTER XIV.
THE LAST
CHAPTER FIRST.
INTRODUCTION.
One bright afternoon, or rather evening, in May, two girls, with basket
in hand, were seen leaving the little seaport town in which they resided,
for the professed purpose of primrose gathering, but in reality to enjoy
the pure air of the first summer-like evening of a season, which had
been unusually cold and backward. Their way lay through bowery lanes
scented with sweet brier and hawthorn, and every now and then
glorious were the views of the beautiful ocean, which lay calmly
reposing and smiling beneath the setting sun. "How unlike that stormy,
dark, and noisy sea of but a week ago!" so said the friends to each other,
as they listened to its distant musical murmur, and heard the waves
break gently on the shingly beach.
Although we have called them friends, there was a considerable
difference in their ages. That tall and pleasing, though plain, girl in
black, was the governess of the younger. Her name was Emilie
Schomberg. The little rosy, dark-eyed, and merry girl, her pupil, we
shall call Edith Parker. She had scarcely numbered twelve Mays, and
was at the age when primrosing and violeting have not lost their charms,
and when spring is the most welcome, and the dearest of all the four
seasons. Emilie Schomberg, as her name may lead you to infer, was a
German. She spoke English, however, so well, that you would scarcely
have supposed her to be a foreigner, and having resided in England for
some years, had been accustomed to the frequent use of that language.
Emilie Schomberg was the daily governess of little Edith. Little she
was always called, for she was the youngest of the family, and at eleven
years of age, if the truth must be told of her, was a good deal of a baby.
Several schemes of education had been tried for this same little
Edith,--schools and governesses and masters,--but Emilie Schomberg,

who now came to her for a few hours every other day, had obtained
greater influence over her than any former instructor; and in addition to
the German, French, and music, which she undertook to teach, she
instructed Edith in a few things not really within her province, but
nevertheless of some importance; of these you shall judge. The search
for primroses was not a silent search--Edith is the first speaker.
"Yes, Emilie, but it was very provoking, after I had finished my lessons
so nicely, and got done in time to walk out with you, to have mamma
fancy I had a cold, when I had nothing of the kind. I almost wish some
one would turn really ill, and then she would not fancy I was so, quite
so often."
"Oh, hush, Edith dear! you are talking nonsense, and you are saying
what you cannot mean. I don't like to hear you so pert to that kind
mamma of yours, whenever she thinks it right to contradict you."
"Emilie, I cannot help saying, and you know yourself, though you call
her kind, that mamma is cross, very cross sometimes. Yes, I know she
is very fond of me and all that, but still she is cross, and it is no use
denying