The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1859-07-21


now. Shall give you bundle?" and
cast glance, half impertinence half ad-
miration, towards the young girl
That are your prices 2" asked Mrs.
Bartlett.
Well you know we generally give a
shilling a shirt to common customers, but
as It's you, you know, Why I think well
pay two shilIings Shant [ take it home
for you? It's heavy bundle, too much
for you to carry"
The widow hesitatcd. She had done
sewing for this man before, but she did
not like the way in which he looked at
her daughter A mothers heart takes
alarm at hint, question or a glance.
Annie was too precious to be exposed to
rudeness she was the one, the only fair
child Of a widowed heat-but the bun
die was too heavy for either mother or
daughter, SO she concluded to let it be
brought.
You can send it to US by-and-by," !"
said she.
90, I can't get anybody TO take til
must go myself. no inconvenience, I as
sure you-right on my way to supper
Miss | wish [ could offer you one of my
arms" he sad, "but they happen to be
both full"
They walked on, till they came to a
very ordinary looking house, whose steps
were covered with children. The man
smiled to himself as they ascended the
steps.
al will take the bundle now" said she
with dignity.
o no ma am; couldn't consent to let
you carry it." said the man, "I'lI take it
to your ROOM
Put the bundle down." said she with
flashing eyes.
The man started and nearly let it drop.
However, he threw it with an impatient
curse, on the lower stair, and turned and
left the hall
" What made you speak so Grossly"
asked Annie.
"Never mind, child Help ne up
stairs with it," said the widow, recover
ing her equanimity She had seen the
tailor wink across the entry to a vulgar
looking man, who came out from a room
near by, whose reputation was none of the
best.
90 dear" 1t was said very bitterly
and with a heart ache, as mother and
daughter enter their own neat little room,
an attic, lighted from the ceiling.
at seems strange, dosn't it?" musod
Annie, looking round.
" What seems strange, darling" asked
her mother.
"That you should have lived and I
have been born in that great beautiful
house, and after all be reduced to the
garret of such a place as this" replied
Annie Who lives there now 2"
"You have heard me say before, child"
replied her mother-"your uncle Harry,
and your cousin Eugene. Your uncle
Harry, your fathers brother married my
sistor-poor Annie (you are named for
her,) she died before your father did, Or
we should not be suffering in lenury, or
be forced to take insults from our iufe-
riors"
"Well it is home" said the young girl,
gazinground, "and not SO bad daone either.
"Now, if we can get those shirts done
why, we can buy beautiful thick
shawl to wear between US. Shall | make
some tea to-night?"
Yes, if you please" said the mother.
sitting YEARLY down, "Ill undo the bun
die and sort .he work"
"Robert Southey, you are always stand
ing before that picture"
So cried beautiful, high bred girl, as
she entered the splendid reception-room
where stood the young man, gazing upon
a sylph-hke figure, enclosed within a mass
i've frame.
Young Southey turned around hastily
a rarely intellectual face was his-and
greeted the girl with a smile
/ cannot help admiring that picture, f."
he said, sit has fascination fer me which
l cannot explain to myself. Is there an
original, or Is 1t one OF those gentle dream
faces that artists sometimes fashion, when
under the inspiration Of heaven? 2"
90, it's no dream face" said Eugenie,
lightly, "but cousin Of mine, believe
that is, l have heard papa say SO. She
is living now believe, but dear me, they
are dreadful common sort Of people,"
"They 2 !" uueried he.
I mean my aunt and cousin. They
are in reduced circumstances, and I un-
derstood that Annie had got 50 far down
that she takes in work at the shops. You
smile, and suppose you think I ought
to know more about them, but [ assure
you it was not my fault. Ever since they
would not consent to make it their home
here, papa has forbidden me to have any
thing to do with them"