The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1857-11-26
CAROLINA, SPARTAN
s.S - Written for ihe Carolina Spartan.
JULIA WORDSWORTH; :
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LOVE STRONGER THAN PRIDE.
BIZ u, FORREST aowAN.
CHAPTER III.

FeGs CHAPTER III.
Desmond reached the city Of C,
three days after the incidents related in the
last chapter just as the "iron tongue of mid.
night" told the hour of twelve. After some
considerable ringing aud knocking, ne sue
ceeded in arousing the proprietor of the ho-
3 tel, and gladly retired to his room. being
much fatigued by his long journey. Seat.
ing himself beside his hastily kindled fire,
and lighting his segar, he ordered Tom to
request the Landlord to send him bottle Of
wine, and light supper as quick as posi-
bic.
81 WONDER" said Desmond, af.er Tom
had leit the room, "how shall manage to
obtain Information as TO the whereabouts of
Lula? certainly know not who, in so
large city, could direct me 10 the house of
person SO little known and SO little cared
for rs poor, destitute woman" lie walk.
ed towards the window overlooking the
street, aud looked out upon the sleeping
city. 1t was lovely night though cold,
and every object was gilded by moonbeams
In the upper story Of a house opposite,
he saw light, and persons within appa.
rently at some kind Of work. In the lower
story of tae same house was brilliantly il,
lumined apartment supposed to be one of
those fashionable refresbment saloons, SO
numerous in large cities, fitted up for the
express purpose Of sending men to drunk.
ards grave in quiet aud geatlcmaniy way.
!hough, it was after midnight, it was evi.
dent, from occasional bursts of laughter
which ever and anon pesled out upon the
otherwise 9uie: night, that many persons
were within.
Desmond sighed at the thought Of sleep
less sisters, watching mothers, and broken
heart wives anxously awaiting the return
OF these very men, now drowning every
noble emotion OF the mind by auafIinr
liquid death and ruin from the maddenine
bowl.
Then came thoughts of Lula-where was
sha tonight Perhaps homeless, friend
less wanderer amid the heartless world, or
suffering beneath the roof of some cherries
garfet alone aud unloved.
Buried in such thoughts as these, he was
about 10 turn from the window, when
low lone sob arrested his ear.
Oh how expressive was that sob!-how
ful! OF sorrow and pain did it sound as it
parted the midnight air and quiyerinely as.
cended to the God Of the weary and woe
g. stricken heart
Desmond looked out of the window, TO
ascertain the cause of so sad and plaintive
note of woe, and observed the form of a lit.
tie child sitting upon the cold pavement. its
head bowed upon its little hands and weep.
ing bitterly.
"Here is work for me-" said Desmond,
as he threw his cloak around him, and aui
city left his room, and descended TO the
street. AS he opened the door Of the hotel
and stepped out upon the pavement, the
child arose and was about 10 run away,
when Desmond kindly asked, "What is the
matter with you, little one!"
The kind tone of voice seemed to reas.
sure the child, and leaning against lamp.
post it replied, Nothing SIR"
"But" said Desmond, going 10 the child
and taking its little hands, "suca little
girl as you are, should be at home by this
late hour. Your hand is very cold, poor
thing! and you seem to be very unhappy
too. Why do you cry so!"
The little sufferer burst into tears, Il was
the only reply she had power to give.
"Come into my room little aud warm
your little hands and bare feet and tell me
why you sit here and weep" said Desmond
as he led the child passiyely into the hotel.
As soon as Desmond entered his room
with his little charge he was struck with
the delicate beauty of the child. As he
took of her liltle check bonnet shower of
auburn curls luxuriantly fell upon the shoul
ders- OF the pretty little creature. Her eyes
seemed to have been colored by an angelic
hand from heavens own blue, aud every
feature was irresistably lovely and beautiful. |
AS ne seated her upon the rug before the
IRE and rubbed the little cold feet and
hands, he felt assured that she was 10 com.
mon yagrant but the child of some refined
person. =,
~ The child silently fixed its oaze unon |
Desmond, and kind of auxietv and
thought manifested themselves upop be,
every feature. Desmond, observing the
child's puzzled gaze, patted her gently up. !
on the head and remarked:
"You seem 10 know my face, little one"
s"Yes SIR, said the child, IL think I've
seen you before, but don't know where"
"lndeedl--well, darling, perhaps you are
right, but really, rather expect that you
are mistaken"
The child was about to reply, when Tom
entered the room bearing bis masters sup. |
per. He looked wonderingiy at bis mas.
81, then upon the child, ms il seeking an