Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-02-26
"What Is the Differencel"

"Play with your doll, child" replied the
mother.
Il am playing with my doll, and you can
tell me the difference now. You say that
Mary Long is no: lady, but a sewing girl,
and love her better than the ladies who
come here. What is the differance, mama 90
"Wby, Bell?" said l, "Do you teach your
chill 4 such nonsense ?"
ADO you call that nonsense ?" said Bell.
eyes, nonsense, Bell" was my answer.
"Wel, replied Mrs. Stanley, $50 it may
seem to you; but only told Carrie what the
world calls ladies, and you know as well as
that sewing-girls are not considered ladies'
There is no use IN going against public opin-
ion"
Bell! Bell do you remember? The words
died upon my lips, for | saw Bells large
brown eyes filling with tears. 1t may be that
Bell was thinking of the happy, happy past,
when she was unwedded to custom unschoo-
ed in deception, Her thoughts might have
been in her humble home at EmdaIe, where
she spent the golden days of childhood, and
won the appellatlon of "the beautiful seam
stress"
l only know that they were not tears Of an
ger, for Bell knew, that with all ber faults
loved her as sister.
Mrs. Stanley walked to the window. and
began to look at the falling snow.
"A bad night for the party, COUSIN" said /,
wishing to change the subject
Yes" replied Bell.
How comes on the party dress % | asked,
hoping to lit upon theme that would dry
the tears.
"WeIl. 1t is a capital ft D, you wish to
sec it?"
BELL led the way to little out.ol-the-way
room, heated to suHocation by an nlr-tlght
stove.
There sat the sewing girl The object Of our
discussion, the cause OF Bells tears
Mary raised her soft hazel eyes, bowed hes-
itatingly. then with bushes turned to the rich
white silk, wondering, | thought, why Mrs
Stanley did not give her an introduction.
will you have the dress done in time Ma
ryl"
al will try" said Mary, playing with renew
ed energy the needle.
"a hope you'll not disappoint me-" said Mrs.
Stanley, Tor the party will be made up of the
fashionables, and / would not like to wear an
old dress? ?"
"What pretty girl Bell, who is she 90
81 don't know, only that she is the daagh.
ter OF poor man VINO came recently into the
city. I've given her employment these eight
weeks. | don't know how the family would
live, but for me-"
Bell thought she had done wonderful
charity deed, and a smile Of satisfaction light
ed her care-worn brow.
But" | said. you'll not keep her long,
fear. There is 3 strange light in her eyes, a
hectic fash upon her cheek. Is she well"
Yes. for aught know" replied Bell; "yet
may not keep her long, for John Lester is
in love with her. Only think of it. The son
Of millionaire in love with a carpenters
daughter"
John Lester is fne generous, noble heart
ed fellow" replied. hope he'll have the
good fortune to win Mary Long"
'You know better. cousin, said Bell. "You
know there is between Lester and Mary
vast difference, and it would be a wretcned
match"
l made 40 reply; for as Bell said it is hard
Istemmlng the current of public opinion. l
went my way, wondering how some people
could forget. SO soon and wondering how the
son of certain carpenter would be received,
if in the poor mans garb, with his friends, the
fisherman, he should present himself Nh Stan
ley and Bell would receive him kindly, of
course; for Mr.. S. has given ten thousand dol
lars towards building temple in the name OF
this same carpenters son.
Bell was not heartless. Oh no! Originally
she had as pure, as free, as loving heat as
ever beat in human bosom. True she was
vain as beautiful. She loved display; loved
admiration. So for fame, for paItry, pelf, Bel!
my beautiful cousin, bartered her beauty, her
freedom, her happiness and her-soui.
"How is Mary ?" l. enquired, when next
met Bell
"Don't know have discharged her."
discharged Mary" for what?"
"Why she came 50 late in the day that she
could do but little by daylight, aud then she
did not seem willing to have her wages re-
duced"
"Why did she go home"
"She said her father was sick, and that her
little brother could not take care of him, but
think the true ca1se was Lester always hap.
pencd here TO 90 with her so her father was
the excuse" Bell shook her head insnuating
ly. at is just the way | thought a pretty
face always deceives me. I'll be more on my
guard again, and not be led captive By smiles
and bushes"
One bright morning the next May went
TO the city cemetry to show my little friend
Dudu her blother's grave.
Just opposite Marcus, We observed new
y made grave, enclosed with wire psng;
ghitu marble shaft at the head, with the
simple inscription. Mary was all we knew
Of The dear sleeper While we were guessing
at the history of the tenant of that lone grave
a little rosy-cheeked, curly headed boy came
bounding along with a sod of white violets. A
pale form moved slowly behind the boy-a
man bowed to earth NOR by grief than years
They stood moment speechless by "Marys"
grave. longed to take the pale thin hand
of the old man in minei and ask him what
great sorrow was bowing his soul to the grave
what idol death had conducted to the. shad- |