Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1858-02-02
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g | wish / were married. know lady
boards In the same house, too-and |
believe she'd have me, ie | were to ask
her. | mean the pretty music teacher
She is young, delicate, and amiable; on
ly there seems TO be something melaneho-
" about her, as though she had known
sorrow; besides she is a widow. | ike
her though, and | believe she likes me-
Ill think this over, have plenty Of mon
ey, and nobody TO spend II upon. Yes, !
think VII ask The pretty Madame Vic
tor 10 marry me-
Rap, tap, tap.
"Come in,-who'5 there =
Please, Sir, its your clean clothes"
"Clean clothes. and pray who are
you, you little cherub, and where do YOU
tome from!''
. am Laurette, sir; and / live with
Bridget, who washes your clothes, and
she sent me with the basket tonight
:. Yes, | should think she had, you lit
lie duckli'.; and the basket Is bigger than
yourself. Come and sit down in this
chair by the fire and warm YOUR toes
there now! want to talk with you. Are
You Bridgets child e
'Oh no, SIR" and lock Of care mas
sed over her little face.
No, thought not Washerwomen's
children don't have such ewes nor such
broad toreheads, nor such soft hair. Wen.
birdie, how came you with Brilgeta have
you 10 parents z"
:" don't know l only dream have.
Bridget lets my stay with her because 7
can sing"
Sing! and what has that to do with
oh sir, sing my songs in the great
houses and they give me sixpeaees, and /
take them home to Bridget"
Aha you pay your board, then 3
WELL little Laurette, viii you sing for
me now9'
I" Yes, indeed" and the IiltIe one stood
up IN the middls of the rug. and, opening
her rosebud mouth, she sings cAsrA DIV.
" Bless my s,ars, what voice! | know
something of music myself; At least to
know that such voice should be a Cor
tune 10 one who Possesses it, Little one,
where did you learn thar"
" Nurse taught me-"
"Nurse! who is Nurse p
Nurse IS dead The dar, eyes fill
WIN tears and the ruby lips are quyer~
ing.
Mr. Patron walks up and down The
room. His curiosity is excited as well ~
his pity.
PLEASE, sir, shall have Inv HasEa, ;
Bridget will seold if l stay too long"
: No, little one, viii carry the basket.
an going home with YOU"
:" It's up five flights Of stairs, sir. and
there IS no light in the passage"
Al the more reason | should 90 with
YOU Now | am ready. Come nv Hrle
singer, you and | will be better acuuain-
ted before long. Don't fall down those
stone steps; keep hold my hand; there
we are II Broadway. Now where do
we turn down Prince Street. hevz and
down Crosby what! do You live in this
alley Oh, never fear, little cAsTA d.
"a, shall tread safely enough while this
little hand leads me. Ugh. how many
more flights are there ?-ouIy two? Wen.
well, can climb them if you can. So. is
this the door =
Och and IS It you sir, that would tie
after coming TO see a poor woman at this
hour VIII you be seated, SIR" said
Bridget, wiping wooden chair with her
apron. Your shirts were not iroaed 10
be suiting ye, maybe =
" Shirts all right, Bridget. | came 10
bring home your little girl, and to ask
something aboIt her. She has been sia--
ing 10 me. Win YOU Tell me where Sic
came from -
Ye tales deal o trouble for a lone
bit o childer, indeed, sir; bur her story
Is not Sc very long. She lived with
iurrln woman, in the room below. named
Theresa The woman said she was wait
ing maid IN Laurec,e's family, in Italy.
somewhere, and when She was out with
iho child, then only two years old. Tor the
sake Of the air, there came a DO row in
The 1i'y and the cAiIs father was III The
middle q i, and got kiIt; ana when she
reached The house, all in fright, sure it
was all On nre, and The mother gone. and
never was she able 10 tiaa her at all. -
she kept the child and comes Is America
with u; for she heard tell how the streets
were all paved with gold; and when She