The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899, July 16, 1891, Image 4

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AN ADVENTURE.
Iiai single lady.
; There la o disgrace in that t be
'Merei 1 ought have ssarried, sure than
eats, had I p tossed, when Iwmi silly,
girl, with more yellow
M a general
ea tbs subject of waitsiag and
la. 1 thank my guardian stars that
I have oatgrown that callow and silly
aga. 1 aai aito iBdepandMt now, and
beaoiaen to nobody. I make my living
leetaftmg, sod a very ttttla anug liv
iagitis. I came to be s success, after
aUttla practice, and a good deal of
hard wark, and made mooay. I took
a mit of pleasant rooms In a quiet j
tasafly bout, and kept my own little
J enough. "1-1 dropped my bag, and
I was fading for for it."
8111 no answer. I begin to feel ser
iously angry.
"If you do not feat disponed for con
versation," said I, with some spirit
"pray, bold your tongue!"
Apparently my vis a vit took me at
my worn, local silence reigned, er
cept i or ine occasional Toioe of my
charioteer, shouting at his nones. Had
I come to the land of total barbarism
Had I left civilation behind? Was
Squire Je n or an idiot
While I was rerolrinc these questions
in my truUed mind, we reached a lit
tle hamlet where lights glistened.
ouman Toices sounaea, and drew rein
before a large square brick building,
with rows of HMiin, .amps above the
door. The carriage Ur was opened
Mom outside a portly gentleman with
FHE STORY OF A PICICRL
Palmistry.
The most Important line la, of courts
the Hue of life that line sweeping
around the haae of the thumb from the It in about 10 o'clock I. m.. the hour
srrist Long, clear direct in its course when Life in iU lightest and most Iri
and well colored, it denotes long life, volous form is on parade in the upper
good health and good character and' part of the city's great artery of trafl.e
Bat one day there came a request
thai T WAaiM WIr mw Lw4iim a.twm
Tie Woman of the Period,- at Baggs- ',TW7 bld,hed- bmnt ao
' "'' hill nt mw lmJ..-l, I
TUB.
I
t the waiter for an atlas and a
gntettesr, and bunted up Baggsville.
It was an unpretentious village, among
the hills well up towards the northern
my-
"Begftrile, indeed," said I to
"A place with a church, a
or eight younc
blue eyes of my imagination, presented
Himself.
-juss speak-weiL-said he, "you are
welcomed to Baggsville. Pray, alight
4l't M . . f w ....
oir, sara j. -i nave made up my
mind not to do so. Will you have the
f4ness to tell your coachman to drive
me to the nearest hotel r
"But It's fifteen minutes to ehrhtr
was call tUmssives a Lyceum-Theyr. " "dJenc
mitaken in the lectures they want , dVlinit 11 ' flftoen mi
They never can afford to pay my price.'
8 I wrote back to Squire Jones at
least I fancied from the big fat shapes
ef hit capital letters, and the general
pern poorness of his phraseology, that
the "Orville Jones" who wrote to me,
"Oialrman of the Lnerary Com
mittea," was an esquire, with a bald
bead, a blunt nose and light blue eyes
I poUtaly mentioned my terms, and
straightway forgot all about the matter
uau a ur came back, asking ma to
nx a date ror the delivery of
ure at Baggsville Lyceum.
. IhMkalorarmy engagement book
I had become so popular a character
Chat it was quia necessary for me to
beep each a volume and settled on
the night of the twenty-third of De-
minutes
to twelver said I "I have already ex
penanced some of the civilities of
Baggsville, Squire Jones is a brute-a
savage T
-ear said the gentleman. "Did I
quite undemtand you, alias SpeakwelL
I am Squire Jones 7
"Then who is that in the carriage T
aaxea i.
A light of comprehension began to
aawn on Squire Jones' bewildered face.
-unrsaid be, "I see. it's a deaf
I and dumb mtUaun UUi Unm.k.il
iv leet- .. . . . " "k---
" uuuiu aenueman r i
The twenty-third of December was
a any of driving .storm and tempest
and it was nearly six o'clock when we
reached the station at Baggsville.
Taank goodness, I said to myself.
repeated.
-amm is not quite full wltted,
either, added the Squire. "I'm sure I
beg your pardon for exposing you to
ine least annoyance but be was on
his way to the asylum, eight miles be
yood here, and his friends had sent an
open box-wagon to meet him, and the
poor leuow was half perished with
cold, already. So I just rode up in the
oox wagon myself, and put him into
I ahaU have time for a good rest and I r ,i ,upp0 i5utu to
cap or strong tea. M .xu., jni.M
But, to my dismay, wheal got out once. "
STLt "Squire Jones," said I, -You are a
tLiLl philanthroptat. Take me to the dre
SlZZYZZr ZrZ tone If! don't give the
ii." BMnrilll-opl. their money's worth
to-night, it will be "because I don't:
know how." .... I
I made a nf -- ' "
'et all of txeKtVA" that evening.
1 was applauded again and again.
from
lag of l aggsvlBe itself was ten
further up the hiDy road,
We've Jnat been Jelagrapbed
there." said the station-mar
Lyceum is flllinc un- acco-cesj.
agood liaat You'U have
?Sw7unce,miasin spite of the
'faither."
"Bat how can I possibly get there in
tuner I aemanaeu, in hopeless per
fcwity.
"Seuire Jones, the chairman of the
committee, is hare -with his dose car
riage," said he complacently.
"And yoa'il find U mighty snag and
eemfortable,'' added the little man
robbings-nUttaned palms together
"Here he is now." -
Throogh the flying snovrflakes,
could lost discern the dark opaque
body drawn up dose to the platform.
I stepped into what seemed te me a
bottomlsm pit of MarisnssB, guided by
by finding myself in a
carriage, with well-staffed
, and a figure seated opposite.
' "Hera she is aquiraP cried the station-
maatM- haaciac the door to. "Vow
go ahead, Parkins,'' to the drive, "and'
loot let the snow drift under your
hones' nwtr
There had been so mueU noise and
conrasion that I felt awkwardly con
soious .that I might have been ad-
1 by the squire without answer
ing, and as a silence reigned in the car
riage, I said hesitatingly;
"I beg your pardon r
As I received no reply to the remark,
I repeated it, ia a- somewhat loader
key. Then I waited i little, and hea
ded: ,
"A very stormy night r
SUB I received no acknowledgment
a uimfeiiatiosial efforts. I be
fem socnsmOt oftteded, bat
1 Jast te Ume to
i my rising cfcoler, that Squire
Jeaes misOt very possibly be deaf. I
eawUal waii get kg weU with deaf
Mr voice was clear, ami my
distinct; so 1 tried
lecturer I
The
down to the
disposition. Pale and broad it indicates
ill hea th, evil instincts and a weak en
vious disposition. Thick and red, it be
trays violence and brutality. The ages throngwl with id ie groups, while up
at which events have happened may be 'and down the side-walks continues the
told by the points at which they have 'steady stream of fout passengers which
-Broadway.
Madison Square is brilliant with a
thousand lights; the great hotels are
1 . . ireasM
t- ef thes
nato
K sswarlstinh
. ' "Bad weather far the
'sBjaamJsaaj (gjf
-''' ' i --, miss r said K "d 7W wsnt
i K." I aaasV aoaaawhs- mafa tiTfT
v TaecMI heard yea bote," said
V. ' 0!tver, -llaatke besa the wted
?it:r , Wa-atdeaat-sgarge,"
" "g,. . ' . Am waitartoi agaaa I begin f thiak
I'. tMt1CmmMatmfm ia tks ear-
-. we. nuif ilail to serve
7 . fI-Msyfcam4 ae3yet
;r' .fjejaaj fl tjjmn si if til nai
r; I-,
1
called before the curtain twice at
the end of my lecture; and 1 was en
tertained by Mrs. Squire Jones that
night, in a little parlor of comfort and
luxury.
I have never visited Baggsville since.
AM l snail never tama of the name
without recalling my adventure of that
rainy night
A Disappointed Policeman.
New York Tribune: "Well, that's
the woort- liver saw," said Policeman
Double X, asb stood mournfully twirl
ing his club on a corner on Harlem
street at I o'clock one chilly morning
"What's the matter offlcerr asked a
sympathizing and curious newspaper
"Matter enough, xe see, tnerrs a
new man at the saloon at the corner
beyant, and not k no win' him well I to't
I'd hit him easy-like for the furst toime.
So I dropped in at the family entrance
and sex I to him, Triendly-like ye know:
"Could you give me a drink av wether V
sex I, winkin' mildly betimes. "Av
coorse I win," sez he, handin' me a
glass trough the growler . hole. An'
phatdo you Unk r It' wux a glass of
water. Begorra, phw at soma men don't
known would blasht a rock." -,, ,
She Was Hoest Any way.
One of the funniest of Incidents, In
which a darkey and I played our parts,
was one day not long ago when a
judge and his bride from Rochester
were riding with me in a Victoria to
sea a famous old plantation on the out
skirts of Savannah.'-The judge had
never teen anyone "toting that is to
say, carrying burdens on the head
end there all the colored working folks
carried basket and bdndles in that way.
Noticing the lodge's interest in the
custom, and seeing a colored "aunty"
ahead with a bundle on bar crown, I
"Look, judge! bore's more tbtiag,'
Alas! the colored woman heard me.
Tea." said aha. "I'sa a totin.' sho'
naff i'sa on'y a poo,' hard workin"
weeaan, and I has to tote for a livln';
bat Ithank Gawd rsFbonea.' A dont
ride te ao carriages, 1 dent lee jist
apiatateUa' woman, but thank Uawd
I'sa hajsst,'-Jaliaa jtoipn la Chatter.
CaltVa noSMsataa UfslTnty.
The great Moslem aeraity at Cairo,
tem, with Its tOOO pupils
its V urofsasets, is the larxast to
TlMMtfils have no benehes
or stairri, ant ataty, sat, and amep on a
er straw mat The kermis
far grammar, law.
The pro
freea rieh
fMr4t iwtfaB)
iibT
marked the line. The shorter the line
the shorter the life: and (this is rather
startling) from the point at which the
line terminates in both- hands maybe
accurately predicted the time of death.
A break in the line is always illness: if
in both hands, there is always a rravs
danger of death, especially if the lower
branch of the line turns in toward tbs
thumb.v Rays across the hand from
the base of the thumb always denote
worries, and, the age at which they
occur is always shown by the point at
which the rays terminate. The "line
of bead," which is the next great line
it extends from between the thumb
and forefinaer acrom to the third
finger -should be clear and weU closed.
without fork, break or ramification
Pale and broad, it indicates feebleness
or lack of intellect, but if it is long and
strong it denotes self control. Tlie
third line Is the line of the heart the
line sweeping from the forefinger
acrom the hand. If it goes right across
it indicates excessive affection," result
lug in morbid jealousy. If it is chained
the subject is an inveterate fhrt. Very
thin and bare, it ia the sign of murder.
The fourth great line in the hand ia
that of fotune, which rises -through
the whole hand from the wrist to be
tween the second and third fingers. If
it starts from the line of life it snows
that ones fortune results from ones
owndeserta; rising from the wrist, it
ia always a sign of good luck. Twieted
or ramrod at the baae. it inAfim m
luck in early life. Clearly traced, it
seldom exists in a hand, but when
it is found it is a sign of good health,
gayety end success. There exista J
course, in every hand lines which do
not come under any of these rules, but
the expert in cheirosophy has no dif
ficulty in reading such by reference to
tneir position with regard to the
principal lines. Good House kee per.
Emperor William's "Uncle.11
It is said that the extraordinary de
ference and regard shown by the Ger
man Emperor William to King Christ-
tian, who is old, poor, dull, and of no
political consequence, is due to the
fact that ten years ago, at the castle of
Rumpenheim. in Hesse, on occasion of
some meeting of potentates, v n?
n, aiaul"Suo had accompanied his
grandfather as heir presumptive and
showed himself heir presumptuous as
well, was severely snubbed by the
assembled royalties, with the single
exception of "the beauteous majesty of
Denmark," who declared that the lad
had the marking of a great man in him
and treated him with an effect! ocate
politeness and assumption of equality
which won the heart of the youngster,
who has ever since called his defender
"uncle." Harper.s Bazar.
The Fire Kacape and the Vine
Very foolish to cling to me. Sup
pose an accident were to happen, where
would you be? Torn, trampled,
crushed under hurrying feet Look at
those sunflowers. They stand on their
own stems, they da Catch tyiem stick
ing their saucy yellow heads between
my bars; not much! 1 like independ
ence, I do."
Thus spake the Fire Escape.
'"How hard hearted you are," mur
mured the Vine, flinging an tendril lov
ingly about the upper railing.
Ml was born so," replied the Fire
Escape, grimly.
"And how cold," continued the Vine.
My nature," growled the Fire Escape.
"But I lore you," whispered the
Vine, "because you are so strong and
so tall and such a help to me! When 1
was a little thing, and a stranger in this
street, I looked up and saw you, great
and dark reaching almost to the sky.
Ah! yon looked so terrible, and, you
will pardon me, so ugly, that I was
frightened at, first; but then it was
pleasant and restful to lean against
your mighty frame. I quite myself up
to it, and grew and grew, and. budded
and blossomed, till, aa you know, the
passers-by stop in amazement, saying:
How beautiful that Fire Escape
looks!"
"Still ouri is not a suitable union,"
persisted the Fire Escape. "I have a
great mission to perform; lam here
to save human life. Yon should have
cast your lot te with some nice country
cottage not a coarse old tenement
like me." '
Lava, gasta whither it fa sent,"
sighed the Vine meekly, and clung
That night a woman with a babe at
bar breast dropped a li gated lamp.
Fleams darted here, there, sverywhere;
hungrily, gloatingly. People ? madly
fron their poor pnrsiiailoni from the
wliidowa. CAgteaa rattled: through
the Simla, Brava men ensaed the
swiy Fire beapa, ami carried ehU-
its
of
rnsaa'l strsasBt
rJMkjsjtrafbeJidtaf. Mora
MtoanalBm Th Fire Kseapo stood
ird tad dark, bat the poor,
MlssxitofbBaTiatUi
WsaieshM
totDiBTsuf.8 Now.
will not diminish much before raid
night The crowd upon the pavements
and in the hotels is frequently aug
mented for a few momenta by persons
having theatres in the vicinity during
the entr'acte for an airing, refresh
ments or cigars.
The crowd on promenade is a motely
one, composed for the most part of
well dressed men and women, and
from the animated tones and gestures.
the gay jests and light Uughter, dis
tinguishable above the steady tramp of
feet, the r tiling of cab wheels and the
jingling of car bells, one might think
that care rested lichtl on the shoulders
of the most who are here.
Among the crowd of busy talkers,
thoughtless idlers and devotees of
pleasure walking at a lelsu ely pace
and with a thoughtful air, comes a man
who) genius has already made his
name a household word in many lands.
It is Geoffrey Vail the artist The
handsome, scholarly face, with its deli'
cate white complexion, its large, soft,
black eyes and sweeping black mous
tache which fringes bis sensitive mouth,
bis graceful carriage and the plain but
faultless style of his attire, stamp him
easily as a man of superior tyjie even
to those who do not recognize in the
lone individual the well kuo An figure
of metropolitan life.
Above the jorgon of sounds in the
streets rise occasionally from a side
street the tones of a piano-organ ac
companied uy ine voice or a person
singing some Italian songs. The artist
pauses for a moment to listen to the
pathetic ring of this voice, and as be
approaches is struck by the appearance
of the singer. It is a young girl, about
sixteen years of age, with a Madonna-
like face touched with a look of most
exquisite sorrow. Is it possible that
the coarse-looking Italiau yonder can
have any connection with this lovely
child? It is not of tins the artist
thinks as be lingers, throwing coin,
into the old man's bat It is of how
that lovely fa e would look on canvas.
Suddenly the girl sees his ardent gaze.
and her eyes droop to the grou.ulfe
k"cuTof fit the "tirst blush of iuiirise
mantles ber cheek. The artist is yet
more charmed, although be diverts his
gaze, still following the couple from
street to street
Finally the organ ia closed up, and
the two performers prepare to go home.
Geoffrey Vail approaches the Italian as
he is about to go home and touches
him on the shoulder.
Is it your daughter?" he asks point
ing to the girL
The man nods his bead.
"1 am an artist and would like to
paint her picture," said Geoffrey.
The man shook his head iu disap
proval.
"If you will allow her to come to my
studio everyday for a month I will pay
you liberally."
"How much ?" asked the man, gruffly.
"One hundred dollars," answered the
artist, after a moment's hesitation.
"She will earn more than that with
the organ."
"Then we will say two hundred."
Tbe man's greed was satisfied, and
he consented to the terms.
' "When shall we commence?''
"To-morrow, If It suits you," said
the artist
"Very well, answered the man, and
Geoffrey handed him his card.
Geoffrey turned homeward,
with his discovery. For a long time he
bad meditated painting a series of
pictures representing the emotions.
"Hera is my 'Angel of Sorrow' iaeal
ized already," he said to himself, as he
pursued hit way through the still
crowded thorough-fare borne.
The pretty Italian found Geoffrey
Vail in his studio awaiting her visit on
the following day,
The strong light in the studio, where
the curtains were purposely drawn
back, revealed to the artist that he had
not been oeceivsd with regard to her
appearance. Tbe face was delicate, re
fined ana inaescnuabiy sad.
She had evidently put on ber best
clothes - a dress of some soft black
staff and a shawl of the same sable hue
wrapped round her head and shoulders.
Too have posed as a model before ?'
asked Geoffrey, notelng the artistic ef
feet of this simple costume.
"Ho," said the girl, "never before."
wnar is your namer asked the
attn
Cowroelo." .
COasncso, repeated the artist, "and
yoalookinoonsoubie.''
The girl did not understand his re-
vw. wi eyes w
uponnim wraaerly.
Wall, Censuek), we must make the
beat of oar Ume," said tbe artist "Come
I wfX atrasigo 7u I whh you to sit,"
Mi heetaoed a chair for her, arrang
lag with some car ber attitade and
do
your
"too do not feci timid.
Geoffrey, kindly.
Oh. no, BMWtred tbs girl, looking
at him with wonder again. It was In
conceivable to her that she should fee!
timid la his presence.
The erave gentle fie of the artist
had won her confidence completely,
Accustomed to rough looks and some
time blows, the chill seemed in the
atmosphere of this elegant studio to
breattte the air of paraduie. Hut the
look of sorrow did not leave her face;
it wa5 too deeply imprinted there.
Geoffrey was soon busy with his pen
cil. An artist, his soul was in bis art
To Uim the animate beauty was only a
stepping stone to the inanimate, every
thing lovely created that it might l
copied on the canvas and immortalized.
Consuelo's sitting was not along one.
He thought it best not to tire her too
much the first day. and at the end of
the third hour rose from bis easel and
thanking her. dismissed her till the
morrow.
"You will come again, won't you ?'
said Geoffrey.
The girl's look answered him.
For the urst that she could remember
Conseiielo went to her uii;ra'jle home
happy. A new vista had beti opened
toher. She had caught the glimpse of
another world, with which she seemed
to feel a strange kinship.
How gladly those days glided by
while the "Angel of .Sorrw," half real
and half the creation of the artist's
superb fancy, grew upon the canvas.
The last sitting came. Artist and
model were to part
Geoffrey, who had grown familiar
with the child, took her hand in his
own when he b;uie her adieu. Sudden
ly Consueio burst into tears.
The artist himself felt unexpecte iy
find strangely moved. Even to him
the parting seemed painful. Why?
Alind egotism! unknown to himself he
had learned to love. Only at this
crisis did the truth dimly dawn upon
him. Hut why these tears of hers?
strange infatuaton! Then the child
must love him also.
IShe then turned away to weep.
"Consueio," lie said gravely, '-come
Conseulo came at his bidding
"Look me straight in the face,"
"i cannot," she sobbed. j
"Conseulo, why do you weep?"
The face eould be doubted no longer
except by the blind.
"Consueio, would you like to stay
here al waws to be m wi fe ? he said
rather nervously, half frightened him
self.
The girl looked at him and seemed
to make some Biidden resolve.
Withdrawing her han t from his, she
wiped her eyes, and then without an
ther word or look tied from the studio.
hhe Is frightened, but I must follow
Iter, saiuuie artist How soon she
hVl become inQnately precious to him!
Hd hastened to the door, but no trace
Of (,QB3tMlc.w'IA ..TV (irtUtHU
to reflect He did not know even her
address. The Italian had already
called for his money. How should he
find her? What strange impulse had
caused her to turn and fly so suddenly ?
It was inexplicable, but he must find a
key to the mystry. How? Would sho
not return to her old avocation, accom
panyingthe organ? If he searched
the streets for a few days he would
soon iind her again.
Hut days, weeks and months rolled
by, and no trace of Conseulo or the
Italian rewarded his anxious search.
So his passion died away into a
vague and hopeless regret Nothing
remained of Conseulo but the blending
of her beauty with his own dreams iu
the picture. So he devoted himself
with renewed ardor to his iavorite
pursuits. The "Angel of Sorrow" was
completed; extravagant offers were
made for it, but the picture wag not
for sale. Money could not buy it
Jt bung in the artist s own studio
his greatest achievement and many
wondered as they gazed upon the sor
rowful face whence came the inspira
tion for it
Geoffrey Vail received many visitors
at his studio. Wealthy patrons and
personal friends brought others often
to see the great artist's work's aften
sadly interrupting him when he wished
to be alone, but courteously recei ved.
l'ive years had gone by since his
brief love dream had lu sudden birth
and tragic finale. His gentle face had
grown gentler, mid perhaps a tinge of
sadness crept in between the hand
some lines; but he had little to com
plain of so far as success was con
cerned. He is busy In his studio when nm
cuners are announced. They are for.
OeofTrey glanced careless! v at the card
ami, Hi.d not recognizing the nam. i '
himself, but Suddenly
WnMOWatlon-i
vedat
"It Is r.r "fi
' ral
I rttugy
"list, J
wot
it him J
"On no
artist
even the most
never care to go."
"Which means that vona,,
to sell it," replied the vi1101
The artist bowed In aeoutL.
"And did you ever s,, rj
ilfwsTsnmt a if iaI 1
Itor, adding: "Pardon me, H
DunMM in inniiiniirs- H
' i
i have seen one," replied u .
-with which this creation J
could but feebly compare."
. L : I .1 ' .,
au ik miu mis ins eve
rsce of the lady, who had
velL
lumuriu: cnea ine artist,
ting his visitors for moment
lint they were smiling at him
antly. m
"Pardon me," said he.
cied resemblance compelled m. .
ter that name." m k
The lady approached nearer t J
siid softly.
The artist looked puzzled Uli
plexed. "Surely it is Consutlo
pardon rue. vim havfe ,.i
, j - v. luanwfl .y
name." And he glanced sigiuficJ
at her companion. "Ah! and joq
no more the 'Angel of Sorrow1 J
might now pose for the 'Angel of jj
consueio seemed to enjoy his rnJ
ity. "And have you not found W
The artist shook his head sadly
"Pa, this is Mr. Vail," aald UMl
bintlnv til hiir mmMminM ...i
- vV.u,miiiy, nuuoHM
his hand to Geoffrey with a ulJ
smiin.
"You are wondering what U
weans, Biiiu KlIlSLieiO. a n emiiiJ
but it is a long story: papa will
you while I look at some plot,
around the studio and if you wuh
repeat the question which you u
me no Umt a ... v h'r-'i 1 never
swered, rciKia. .t to u.ui "
The story was briefly told.
consueio bad been kidnapped frof
her home in Italy and shipped toW
lorn. After many years she had w
traced and returned to her oamJ
... r
he had fled from Geoffrey presence biJ
a..,, a a , . . ,
mil d nniiameu 01 ner mtmuie on
ana parentage, believing the j.adn
I... . .
w uo hit lamer, ana uaa ueen resci
immediately after.
Such a story could have but one
quel a happy marriage. It was
sureajy a happy one, and su afar
Geoffrey commenced the twin picture,
having found in his beloved wife
suitable subject for his celebrated artis
tic creation, "The Angel of Joy."
A Iluttle lictwccn Doctors.
A 111 x ...
-niuiougn me matter has been to s
great extent kept secret, a battle be
tween homeopathy and allopathy has
enriet'.a of Flanders precisely similar I
to that which occurred at the com
mencement of Lord lieaconfleld's fatal
lllnesi Her mother, who is an ardent
homeopath 1st, called In Dr. JlarUuy,
the head of that school of medicii
and all the eminent orthodox physi
cians declined to meet him in consults.
tion. The attitude they assumed ne
cessitated the summoning of a provin
cial practitioner by telegraph, and las
given a wondcriul opportunity to i
young and able military doctor, wbj
considers obedience the first duty of
iiis calling London World.
about to excuse
cusirigos his mind.
ins visitors are shown h.tA n,
DVUUIU,
1
Bciiueinan refined and A.ti
guisl1edinap,arance,andalady,me
Uotffrey bows nolltelv .a
; :r"Ule',1 bounced.
..uwuiHu, speaking in French
anolfw .i.-. . B. '""en,
r "' vueir intruiion, and asks
lf. work, and the ladv i. '?
-red the artisf.
her common towards ,,PS
i. iur MMtnm
ITiiniiiu
ms can beuithssat r
Did Not Want Freckle.
A handsome young woman, who ii
well known for her philanthropy and
who devotes a great deal of her home
to making light the burden of poverty
which other folks bear, recenUjr found
a family worthy of her aasistiuce. It
consisted of a mother and several chil
dren, tiie eldest a girl of 30 jari,
wretchedly dressed. The young wojiimi
civit about and finally secured a po
sition in a wholesale candy store fur
the glrL
The Balary was fair, tbe hours were
not long, and all the girl had to do was
to pack candy. She accepted the situ
ation gladly, and the young woman
left the family feeling that she had
p'aced the girl in a position to earn
enough money to support them.
About two weeks later she called at
the tenement where the family lived
and was surprised to find tbe girl at
home.
"Why, what's the matter T he akeL
"Are you not working today ?"
"No, ma'am," was the reply. "I'm
not working at all"
"When did you leave your place'
"Lost week."
"What was the matter? Didn't they
pay you enough money V
"Oh, yes, ma'am, the wages was all
right It wasn't that"
"Was the work too heavy for you?'
"No, ma'am, the work was light
enough."
The young woman began to feel Tery
uneasy. She dreaded what might fol
low. But aba fseed the situation
bravely and asked:
"Were you not treated right, then V
"Oh. ves. ma'am, thev nut me to work
in an alcove near a ninny window, and
the sun came Iu nearly all day, and I
was afraid I'd get freckled, so I left"
New York Herald: EtnelClr went
to Europe to get married, did she? Id
Ilk. to see tbe man I'd go to Europeto
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