The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-06-20

day of each other, of the influenza that
then ragged in the city. The hope of serv-
ing the pretty orphan induced me to 60 TO
the house. She received me gratefully
and as an old friend; and though we had
never exchanged word together, there
had been an interchange of kind looks and
friendly nods-those little humanilies that
bind even strangers together.
On inquiry into her affairs, found that
she was left almost pennies, but discreet
and kind female friend had procureda place
for her In Ross glove factory. Lucy was
skilled in all the art and handicraft of the
needle. Ross, 1t seems, is a very thriv-
ing tradesman; and to the warm recon-
mendation of Lucy's friend he had prom
ised to board her in his own family, and
allow her sufficient compensation for her
| labor.
''In few days she removed to her new
home. 1t is now fifteen months since she
left our street. She came once to tell me
that she was perfectly satisfied with her
place, and since that have heard nothing
of her. Do not look so reproving, nv
lady Mentor. l have been intending for
some time to call at Mr.. Ross to make
inquiries about her. My story has brought
us almost to the shop: 'sJohn Ross, glove
manufacturer" This must be the place.
Stop one moment, Grace, and look through
the window; that man, no doubt. is Ross
himself. What a fine head You might
know such a man would succeed in the
world, let his lot be cast where it would.
He would have made a resolute general,
safe statesman; but here he is, an honest
thriving glover, and that perhaps is just as
we'll; nothing truer than the trite old coup
let
''Honor and fame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the glory lies"
THE old man looks as though he might
be little tyrannical. Heaven grant poor
Lucy may not have suffered from that trait
i'll his physiogomy.''
1.-The only customer is coming out; now
we have a clear field, let US 90 in.''
"Mr. Ross, believe!''
"The same, ma am
81 came, Mr.. Ross, to inquire after
young woman who came to live with you
last Christmas"
Il have had a great many young wo
men living with me ma am
The old mans humor requires me to
| be explicit. "Her name, Mr.. Ross, was
Lucy Wendall."
"Ay, Lucy Wendall did come into the
/ factory about that tiIfe.'
There was an expression of Ross face
at the mention of her name, that might be-
! tide good, and it might betide evil to Lu-
cy. 81 merely wish to know Mr.. Ross,
whether she still remains with you."
WAS you friend TO Lacy Wendall,
ma'am?'
| 81 should think it an honor to call N.Y.
self so, but | could hardly claim that name
She was my neighbor, and interested me
by her correct department and uncommon
dutifulness TO her old parents" Ross
made no reply, but fumbled over some
| gloves that were on the counter, then tied
up the bundle and laid it on the shelf
"You seem, Mr.. Ross, not disposed to
answer my inquiry. Pm afraid some ac-
cident has happened the poor girl
"W ould you like to know ma am, what
bow on his desk and seemed about to be-
gin story.
"Certainly, | would
"Well, you know when Lucy Wendall
came TO me, she was little demure thing
mot beauty, but so comely and so tidy
that she was pretty resting place for the
eye OF old or young. She was as great a
contrast to the other girls in the workshop
as white is to black. She Just sat quiet
in one corner, and minded her work, and
took no part in their gabbling. You know
what parcel of girls are, ma am, dinging
away from morning till night like, forty
| thousand chimney swallows. Lucy was
very different; she made herself neat and
tidy in the morning, and did not lose half
an hour at noon when the prentice BOYS
were coming to dinner, twitching out curl
papers and furbelowing her hair. The
boys and the girls used to have their Joke
about her, and call her the little parson;
bu, she only preached in her actions, and
that is what | call practical Preaching ma
am She was little master-work man at
her needle. l never had match for her
since l began the business; but (you know
there's always 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"
"You shall hear, Fam. have an
! only son, John Rosa fine, fresh look.
ing, good d-natured lad. l set my heart on
his marrying his cousin, Amy Bruce. She
is the daughter of my youngest sister, and
had pretty fortune in hand, enough to
set John up in any business he fancied
| There was no reason in the world whv