Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-10-27

iziHg, but he rose up to her, the finished
gentleman.
My daughter speaks of you as her
friend, he said; she was, can YOU offer any
suggestion as to where she may have
stravedl
No, answered Mary. Unless, she hes-
tated, whilst damask color flew to her
cheek, for it was not pleasant to speak to
father of his daughters efcienices--unless
she should lave met the show she is so
fond of, and have followed it,
You allude to Punch. But l think it
was too early for the ridiculous exhibition
to be abroad, replied Sir Thomas. who
was aware of his daughters prediction
for the popular amusement.
Have you suggested it. sir, to the police
who are in search? asked. If she did
happen to see it, she would be certain to
stray away in its wake.
No. he said, it did not occur to me. But
| will lose no time in doing so now. l
really thank you very much. madam for
the thought.
So he went away, and we saw him get
into his brougham.
The next arrival was Miss Graves again,
just as we were going to tea. which then
caused to be carried into the drawing
room. Lady Elliot had sent her.
This is really dreadful, she exclaimed,
and kissed his hand to her. The groom
cantered up, and Mr.. William Elliot pre-
pared to mount.
Goodness me! she was like young cat.
Before we'll knew she had drawn her
hand from mine. before l knew she had
left my side, she had flown down stairs and
was out into the road. dancing round her
brothers horse. The horse began dancing
too. Clara only clapped her hands and
danced the faster.
! saw Susan rush out to the gate, and |
rushed down the stairs, and the bell-pull
after me, which had somehow hooked it.
self on to the pocket-hole of my dress. But
taking the cup handed her, Lady Elliot
is quite beside herself with excitement
Picturing AL sorts of shocking things hap
pening to the child. l am quite exhaust.
ed.
know what should do, said Lucy
l should set the bellman to work.
There is no bellman in London, Laughed
Master Alfred; the whole hustle was fun to
him. should engage all Punch and Ju
dies going, and set them up at the street
corners. She would be sure to appear be-
fore one of them.
l did not fear her coming back safe
cried Miss Graves; who would harm Door
half.witted child like Clara Elliot?
Lucy looked grave.
How are they to know she is half-witt.
ed? And we do hear frightful stories ot
the wickedness of London.
Which are all true. eagerly interrupted
Alfred. If they can catc.i hold of an un.
protected female, they cut off her hair and
draw her teeth, and the fashionable bar.
5ers and dentists give them no end ot
money for the spoil.
Be quiet Alfred.
It's true, Aunt Lucy. 1fyou don't be.
lieve me. you just go into one of the thieve.
streets some day, and see how they'd
serve you. My! if Miss Elliot has strayed
there! won't come back with bald head
and empty mouth!
All this of course was nothing but non.
sense on Alfred's part; he little thought
But had better go on regular. We were
still at tea when Mr.. William Elliot came
in again. So pale and tagged, that was
grieved TO see him, and said So
own am disheartened, he said. II
Clara is not found before night, tremble
for the consequence to my mother And
where to 90 or what to do, more than we
are doing, l do not know.
say, here's visit, exclaimed Alfred
who was then at the window. Such a
rum one. Does Miss Elliot weara white
petticoat.
What do you mean? sharply said.--
For l did not like him TO joke about it ii
the presence of Mr.. Elliot.
am not joking. answered AlfreI. It's
a visit at your gate, Aunt. A carriage
without sides, laden with human live stock
and drawn by a Jerusalem lony. What
will you bet one of them is not Miss Eli
OF?
We focked to the window. Good
T Heavens above! it was Miss. Elliot Bat iu
such triml shall never forget! the
sight.
The vehicle was drawn up before The
gate. Que Of those wide boards on wheels
which had seen vegetables and shellfst
hauled upon. Flat upon it sat man. who
drove the donkey, a woman holding a
child, and between them sat female fig
ure in a broken straw bonnet, ragged cot.
ton shawl of no color but dirt, and white
petlicoas. The figure was Clara Elliot, bu
we did not recognize her till they came up
stairs, and saw William Elliot's lips turr
AS white as ashes.
What an object the unfortunate girl pre-
sented! She was not precisely en- chemis,
as our French teacher is apt reproachfully
to cast at the little girls, when she poun
ces into their chamber at night, ant
catches them at puss-iu-the corner bu
, she was not far from it. No velvet bonne
: and mantle. no furs, no silk dress, and nc
gloves. Nothing but that disgracefu
bonnet and shawl over the white petticoat
her own stockings, and shameful pair o
slip-shod slippers. She seemed to enjoy
the affair amazingly, and threw herself OF
! a chair with bursts of laughter, huggine
, .hor ebou,l orounJ bar Al I,.;. -