Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1850-06-19

}, home. 1t is now fifteen months since sh
: lei, our street. She came once TO tell III
lha, she was perfectly satisfied with lie
: place. and since then | have heard nothing
i. Of her. Do not look SO reProving, my lad
!. Mentor. | have been intending for som
/, time to call at Mr.. Ross to make inquire
), about her.
n My story has brought us almost to 'h'
shop; JonN Ross, Glove. Manufacturer.
This must be the place Stop one momenl
Grace, and Icok through the window; ,ha
man, no doubt, is Ross himself. What
fne head YOU mi ght know he wouIt
succeed in the world, lie, his LOT be cas-
where it would. He would have made 1
resolu!e general, safe statesman; bu
here he is an Honest; thriving glover, ant
that perhaps is jus, as well; nothing trueI
Than the tri;e old couplet:
Honor and fame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the glory lies
"Thc o!d man looks us though he might
he a lille tyIannicaI, though. Heaven
gran, poor Lucy may not have suffered
from that trait in his physiosuomy.'
"The only customer is coming ou, ; now
we have clear field. let US go in"
"Mr. Ross :, | believe"
"The same, ma am"
81 came, Mr.. Ross, 10 inquire after a
young woman who came to live with you
year last Christmas"
81 have had great many young We
men living with me, ma'am."
(.srhe old mans humor requires me 10
be explicitly Her name. Mr. Ross. was
Lucy Wendell"
"Ay, Lucy Wendell did come into the
factory abou. that time
There was an expression on Ross face
at the mention Of her name, that might be.
tide good and it might be,lde evil. Of Lucy
81 merely wished 10 know, Mr.. Ross ,whe.
,her she still remains with YOU"
"Was you friend to Lucy Wendell,
ma'am!"
IL should think it an honor to call my.
self so, but could hardly claim that
name. She was my neighbor. and inter-
es,ed me by her correc, deportmc n, and uu-
COMMON du'iiulnesi 10 her old paren's.'
Ross made no reply. but fumbled over
some gloves that were on the counter, then
lied up the bundle and laid it on the shelf.
"You seem, Mr.. Ross. not disposed to
answer my inquiry. Pm afraid some acci
dent has happened TO The poor girl.''
"Would YOU like TO know, ma'am, what
has happened to her % He leaned his el.
bow on his desk and seemed about to begin
q story.
"Ceria;nly l would
"Well. you know when Lucy Wendell
came TO me, she vas little dem ire thing
not beauty, but so comely, and SO Ii.
dy. that she was pretty resting place for
the eye Of the old or young. She was as
great a contrast to the other girls in the
workshop, as white is 10 black. She just
sat quiet in one corner, and minded her
work, and took no part in their Cabling.
You know what parcel Of girls are,
a'an, d;nging away from morning till
nigh, like forty thousand chimny swallows.
Lucy was very different she made her.
self neat and tidy in the morning, and did
not lose half an hour at noon when the
prentice boys were coming to dinner
twi,ching out curl papers and fur believing
her hair. The boys and girls used 10 have
their Jokes about her, and call her the little
parson but she only preached in her &C
tons, and that is wha, call practical prea'
ching, ma'am. She was little master
workman at her needle. l never had {
match for her since began business bu
(you know there's always a but in this life,
she gave me great offence. She crossed
, me where could least bear TO be crossed.
"Not intentionally, am sure, Mr.
Ross"
r "You shall hear, ma am. have an onl.
: son John Rosa fine, ,fresh-looking,g good
: natured lad. set my heart on his mar
3 rying his cousin, Amy Bruce. She is tn
, daughter Of my youngest sister, and had
r pretty fortune in hand, enough 10 set Joh
8 up in business ie .ancied. There was n
reason in The world why he should no: lik
|. Amy. had kept my wishes TO myself
because | knew ,ha. young folks love
!. like an unbroken colt, that will not min
:. spur nor bit. | never mistrusted .,hei any
e thing was going w.ong.ti!' one day | hear
o the girls making great wondermen, abot
). a canary bird that they found when the
g went in the morning into the workshop. i
:. a cage hanging over Lucy's seat; and the
d remembered that John asked me for fiS
i dollars the day before, and when aske
=. what he wanted it for, he looked sheePis
nm oc,wer ihought IL DrudeI