The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1846-07-16


iiransparenily fair. With tnge Of blue IN
stead Of the warm generous hearl-ilde
which belongeih 10 childhood and youth.
. All her FEATURES were pinched and aGsens-
aied. her hands we're small, and thin, and
blue; and her little figure in is sesniy.
, homely cloihing. looked very much Ike ;
weed which has s.ood 100 long in The Au-
inmn time. So frail; 80 delicate! SO desc
. late!
And did any body love poor Ally Fish
er-lhe busy bee-lhe hnmdrum worker
Il-the forloIn child. who was neither inle-
resting nor beautiful! Was there anybo-
dy to love herl No one bu; her mother
IA poor. sad looking woman, who wore
faded green bonnet and patched ehiniz
: frUck, and who never stopped 10 smile or
shake hands with anybody when she
walked out Of the village church. This
desolaie. sad hearted woman, with her bo-
ny fingers and shsrPened faee-ihis dame
Fisher, whom The boys called scaTe-crOw
and The girls used 10 initiate in iableaux-
this strange woman, seeming in her visible
wreichedness scarce 10 belong 10 this right
beautiful world, bore q measueless, ex-
haustless fountain Of love behind the faded
garments and the ugly person; and she
: lsyished all its holy wealth on poor linle
Ally. Ally hal father, TOO, but he did
not love her. lie loved nothing but the
vie g1g shop al the corner Of the street
= and The brown earlhen jug which he yet
had humanity or shame enough 10 hide in
l The loft. All, now You see why Ally Fish
II er was unhappy. Now you see the vice
q in whose shadow the stricken child ma
l. tured so rapidly. Now you ore ready to
n exclaim with me, " Poor, poor Ally Fish
IT er! God help her."
1t Ay, God help her!
re- Ally tried very hard to help herself; but
70 her mother was always very feeble, and
there were several LILLE ones younger than
/. herself. What could poor Ally do! She
ID went 10 school--thal she wOuid du-be
ut cause she never could accomplish anything
he al hone in that small crowded room, with
in all those thin faced miserable little crea
re lures about her; but she took her sewing
with her, and every moment that she coult
- steal from her books was devoted 10 earn
ing bread.
Dame Fisher had looked earnestly for
ward TO the time when Ally would be OLE
enough and had learned enough TO vary
the monotonous character of her employ
e, ment and preside in the capacity Of teach
u er over the school just over the hIl. Thesi
ly moiAers are SO dotingly hopeful! How
!, could she think Of il, and Ally the chill,
ali Of a drunkard! To be sure this was To,
ad only vice of which Billy Fisher had eve
er been guilty. lie had never delrauded hi
neighbour, he had never in better days
RI; when some who now despised him wer,
er in his power, been oppressive 10 the poor
IL he harmed no one nor wished harm 10 any
or he had only degraded his own nature al
n. most 10 a bestlal level. and poured out ;
" vessel OF shame upon his own family,
o, Enough, to be sure; but then Ally-she
er had always been gentle, patient, toiling
h, lauilless child, and why must she suffer
II; tor the fathers sin! What! The daughter
10 OF The drunken vagabond, Billy Fisher, a
ce teacher for their children! What a pre-
Ii sumlng mink she must be! The idea was
" preposterous! She must find other means
he oi supplying herself with the fnery she
h, was prlnking in of late; let her go into the
v; Kitchen where she belonged! Poor Ally,
lp she had wrought till midnight for fort
lie night to prepare herself for presentation to
Re these faull-finders; if she had not, they
ut would have called her r"gdmn6a. Where
" Shau We look for reasonable man! o. 3
rs Ally was not much distressed. To be
i sure, 1t was the breaking up of long-che-
Is rished dream she had ever dared cherish;
. but the poor girl had holy resource and
III she did not repine. She went from the
IT door, where each hope of her life had been
IL cruelty crushed, with swelling heart and
~ faltering step. Over the style across the
- way, the little blue eyes of The Spring
&c Vlolets were looking up lovingly from beds
Is OF moss; the freed streams we've dancing
'e gayly, flashing and sparkling in the sum
III light; and on brown maple bough, where
n leeat-buds were swelling ready to hurst
ID with life, little bird, the first Spring bird,
= carolled as blithely as though it might
Z bring Eden to a desoato, disappointed
l. heart. Ally Fisher heard it, and the tears
e broke over their fringed boundaries and
y fell ina sparkling shower her bodice
ID Then she crossed the style and the stream,
p and passed the trees till she found sollta-
&c ry nook away in the heart Of the wood;
II and here she knelt and prayed. How
N strong was Ally Fisher when she left her
N retreat! The arm of Him who is almigh-
IS ty was about her. al. .:.
Ally Fisher passed with quite as light
rs afoota usual over the dried leaves through
al which the tender Spring-blades were peep
IL ing, and beyond the border of the wood,
e till she came in sight beautiful central
1t lake, on the banks of. which the young
ID green was striving with the pallid spoils oil
y last years frost. ally fisher was not ve-
rs ry observing-she was too thoughtful to
,r be obseryinp-but as she emerged from