The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-06-16

there can be no happiness Tor mo, ex-
cept associated with virtue"
"Now, my deaw cweatauw," began
the peer but by this time Miss Odell
was preparing to take her place in the
ballet. The young man still kept hov.
ering near hear, "One word, Miss
Odell."
"Have the goodness to make way, my
lord," she said.
"Then honaw me by paying the fine
ont of this, my deawest cweatuaw =
You don't know how happy you will
make me if you will pewmit me to con-
twibute in the smallest way to youaw
comfawt. Do-pray do y and, as he
-epcke. he rressad -A~r hand = he~xy
purse. Why was it that for moment
she tightly clasped it, and sparkle
came into her eyes ? The next. the
light went out-her lips turned white
and, ss a cold shudder passed through
her frame. she coldly put it back into
the donors hand.
"Let me pass. my lord. or--or shall
think that you, too, combine with 9TH
ers to insult me-"
The young nobleman stepped promp-
ly back. The path opened, and in a mo-
ment the ballet sprang upon the stage,
and the young girl. with her compan-
ions, enwreathed in smiles, were dane
ing gaily before an applauding audi
encc.
On-on, through the wind and rain
on, through the sleet and mud, tramp
ec the fair and delicate girl. Alone
alone in the midnight walk through the
dreary suburb, past the dangerous
haunts Of drunkenness and vice. shiv-
ering with cold, with terror, and with
weakness, as every sound scared her,
as every footstep approached her-now
trembling at the loneliness of the long.
dismal street, that seemed so intermi-
nable--now springing like a startled
fawn from some intoxicated wretch reel.
ing stupidity home--snd more. ten thous-
and times more. affrighted by the ap-
proach of those bonnetless lost ones
who roam shamelessly through our
streets. rendering nj. ht hideous by their
frofane aad bacchanalian orgies. On,
on--now stealing softly, breathlessly-
now, with a quick end hasty step, tina,
gradually increases to flight, the New
Road is gained. Her home is still far
distant. Now, in a solemn square, she
returns the gruff good night" of the
policeman-no agilely eludes the rude
grasp of man, who, unperceived, had
been for sometime dodging on her foot.
steps. At last. in the dim distance, she
describes shadowy figure lettering to.
wards her. 1t is her mother, worn with
watching, coming to meet her; and,
with sigh Of relief, the girl arouses
all her remaining strength, and spring:
alerily forward but, as she gains hel
mothers side, all her new-found cour
age mel's away. and she sinks, sobbing
into the maternal arms.
MY child !! my child" exclaimed
the affrighted parent, "what new troub'
le is there in store for us?'
This is the last week of the panto
mime" said Clara, land fear it will be
almost impossible for me-, at present. tc
obtain another situation"
y
Morning broke, and found Clara kneel
ing By her dead fathers side The
vow she registered there was heard il
Heaven, and chronicled by angles in the
Book Of Life.
Nothing can tempt me now." she
exclaimed "for the sacrifice that nigh
have been ar act of piety, would hence
forth be SIM"
"Think ever thus, my child" sale
the weeping mother, as she fondly EN-
braced her, 'and l shall have no fears
for the future"
"Have none. mother! We can work
can we not p
Hand in hand. my child. to th'
death" .
"And win, mother--or die, and b.
like him, in peace"
There was a great attraction at Drury
Lane for new tragedy had been an
nounced--author' name unknown but
by the interest that had been evinced ir
high quarters. it was conjectured thai
it came from a noble source. There
was to be first appearance, also, in the
lady who was to play the heroine
There was mystery about both her and
the piece. that neither critics nor actors
could solve. She came plainly dressed
in deep mourning, closely yelled. She
was always acc ,mpanied by widow
lady. supposed to be her mother but
as neither seemed to have any acquain.
lance in the establishment, and never
arrived until the last moment at the re.
hearsals, departing the minute the bust.
ness Of the stage was over, it was not
possible to CLEAN any intelligence con-
csrning them. All that was known
was, that they arrived in plain brou.
CHAM, which drove off the moment they
alighted, and returned exactly at the
time the rehearsal concluded. The ser.
want who attended them appeared to be
as taciturn as themselves. for by no Ca
jolery could he be induced to answer
any questions; probably because there
WAS nothing to tell beyond the simple
fact of their residence in Harley street,
and that his young mistress name ap-
peared in the bills as Miss Lovelace.- -
The manager, of course, could have solv-
ed the problem, if there was one ; but
those gentlemen commonly understand
the art of keeping their own counsel.
A. last the eventful evening arrived
The house was crammed in every part.
for rumor had spoken we'll Of the poetic
beauty of the piece and it was known
that many fashionables had secured pri'
vate boxes. There was great excite.