Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1858-07-20
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BY VIRGINIA DE FORREST.

Oh, dear oh, dear! nay feet do ache
so much. | can't 90 homen and the
speaker, poor, dirty IittIe girl sat down
on stone by the wayside, s8bbing bitter
/ Iy. \ light buggy drove up, passed her,
and then voice crying Stop, Harry :
I've lost my hatr' and made the child
/ look up. In moment she spranr after
the hat, chased it as the wind rolled it
away from her outstretched hand. and
finally capturing the prize, went up TO
meet the gentleman, who had by this
+ time left the vehicle and was coming to-
wards her, said
- Thank you, my little girl Halloo /.
/ what were You crying about? Look
Harry. did You every see such a fright?"
8 Complimentary !" said the young man
who was sill in the buggy. What is
the matter, SIS e.
Oh, Tn 50 tired! and I've got a mile
furth er to GO
Well, jump in here. Wen take YOU.
You run after my hat on The tired liuge
feet, 50 We'll spare them the rest Of the
walk
Oh, please sir. I'm so dirty, aud such
fright. | might spoil the carriage, or
or scare the horses :"
Z" Pom my word if you we're not so lit
tie | should think you meant 10 be sarcas-
nc, was the laughing reply. q There -
and wItl strong band the child was lifted
into the buggy. Z" Now 90 ahead, Har-
ryr'
George Morton was not very wrong
when he deuoninated the litlIe stranger a
fright. Her dress was coarse, ragged
and dusty; her feet bare, aud her poor
iiesl1- tirTlI arms and legs burned brown
troia exposure to the sun. Her face was
this and brown, her hair short. tangled
and strayiug out from under the coarse
sun bonnet, over her forehead and con-
ccahng her only beauty, a pair of large
dark brown eyes, which now, however,
were red with weeping.
Harry Ashly, the younger and hand
Somer of the two young men, spoke 10 The
liuIe one, who was squeezed into the seat
between him and his companion.
Where were You going %
Home"
Where's that ?"
A Mrs Jones, the dressmaker. I'm
her errand girl, and I've been taking
home gown 70 Miss Lee, clear over at
Marsh Meadow; lis over three miles,
and I'm most tired to death"
What's yocr mother think Of, to let
such huie girl lead such hard life =
How Old are you p
Ten. Please sir, don't speak so cross
about mother, she's dead SOS father -
dead oh dear!
Why, who is your guardian ;"
SIR
Who takes care of you 2"
Nobody, sir; Mrs. Jones lets me
sleep al her house since ma died, and
gives me my clothes and meals for my
work"
Did YOU ever go to school g
Yes, sir, 1 went till mother died. |
can read some, and write, and cipher, and
maybe Mrs. Jones viii let me go even
ings this winter, TO he parsons class af-
ter I've done all my errands :"
A." Humph Do you like to go to
school =
4" Oh ! don't 2
There was nc misiaking the tone; she
dad IKE to go TO school.
y hats your name 81
Marion Harding"
George, what pity that I'm not the
nero q novel -
Why ?"
lheY always adopt the hule forlorni-
ues. Beng an orphan myself makes me
feel an interest IN the chiId's story. I've
half mind to invest some of my loose
cash IN taking care of her"
Don Qulxoue You will die in The
Almshouse yet Harry, spite of your great
wealth, such an open handed fellow never
saw The light. Here we are at the vill-
age Now, little girl where does Mrs.
Jones live p
!" Right up that street. Thank you for
bringing ne; I've had nice ride"