The new era., 1860-03-08
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fFollow me, returned the lazy ;
and the wretched, filthy. .pitable child
followed her to her marble mansion.
Giving her to the care of servant,
with directions for thorough ablution,
and disentanglement of the elfish locks,
Mrs. Mordant proceeded to her own
room, and lying aside bonnet and shawl,
opened large trunk, where had been
laid away, with her own hands, the
clothes of her lost Allie. Nor since,
with an aching heart she placed them
there, had she once looked upon them.
Cnly mothers who have been bereaved,
know how the sight of those garments
pierced that mourner's heart. 1t had
been her intention to select some OF the
plainest for the poor little strahger--but
now it seemed sacrilege. What
could she bear to see the unknown child
of poverty arrayed iu the tasty robes in
which she had proudly clad her own
beautiful darling. Could she bear the
torture to which it would too surely sub
iect her heart ? She hesltated not long.
1t must be a trifling portion ofthe punish
ment for the thoughtless wasted years of
her life. "Allie is arrayed in angel
robes what right have | to allow her
cast-off clothes to moulder uselessly
away, when they will give comfort, and
happiness. to little homeless and mother
less wanderers ?"
Thus she reasoned, and taking out,
among other articles, delicate pink
lawn, her favorite color for her own dar-
ling, ascended to the servants room,
and enjoyed the surprise Of the little
stranger, who saw herself, with delight,
thus suddenly transformed. Her heart
full of fearful memories, Mrs. Mordant
did not perceive the features or the beau
~ of the child, until an exclamation of
the servant caused her to observe her
more closely.
"Ah YES :" murmured the lady, as
Hannah says, iiow much Ike Aiiie
OF the same height, with eye of the
same violet hue, and same sweet mouth,
there was indeed likeness.
g Will you tell me your name now,
little girl,'' asked the lady, drawing the
child tenderly toward her, and smooth
inc her now well-brushed hair, with her
own fair palm.
, Looking into her face and thrilling
, her with an almost familiar look from
! those violet eyes, the child answered,
T" My name, sweet lady, is Dora Len
: nox Brown.
Mrs. Mordant clasped the child to hel
/. heart. Medora Lennox had been her
o own maiden name Dora Lennox Brown
was the child of her only, long-lost sis,
ter. Mary Lcnnox, in very early youth
: had incurred the displeasure of her owr
e naughty family, by wedding Ernes
o Brown, young clergyman of fair pro
mise. From that day she was disowned
= and heard of no more. Medora Len
/ nox, thinking to profit by her sister,
y example. consented to wed wealthy
d and childlcss wldower, whom her par
ents had selected In three years sh
was left widow, with her child. the sol
~ inheritor of his vast fortune. The,
sr were not tears of despair that she wep
le upon his grave for she had never low
i'll ed him,
L. Meantime, in distant State, Ernes
, Brown died of lingering dieasc, leav
IN ing his wife, and only surviving chill
er penniess. Then Mary returned, sol
p rowfvl, and hrokenhearted, to her ma
n tive city, to find her parents deceased
!. and her only sister, made by will, the
% sole heir. Not doubling that Medor
eo would extend to her and to her chllt
lir sisterly aid, she resolved to go to hel
no AT the very hour of her resolution, he
: temples were throbbing with pain, an
:, a deathly sickness was at her hear
She must wait. A severe fever pro
ed trated her for weeks During this tin
no her little Dora was stolen from her
nd and when she woke to consciousness,
was only to sink into forgetfulness fro
sorrow for .he lost child.
al Mrs. Mordant learned from the chi
,ar the state of its mother, and lost not
.rd moment in going to seek her. Accor
nd panied by Dora, she happily discover
- her sooner than she had anticipate
ne TWAS a sad and fearful, yet withal
l.. happy reunion, between the two wido
18th ed sisters, who were orphans also. V
ad need not say that Mrs. Mordant to
LAX the mother and IND Dora 70 snare ner lio' '
:. and fortune or that Mrs. Brown pre-
ed faithful companion to her in all
o rounds of charity, and deeds of bene'
.es. lence. Or that the little Dora, thou
the she could never fill Allies place in
not mothers heart, was yet constant
- lace and sunshine in that beautiful m;
'nu 'snnu sion Of marble. Does the truth of th
'er. words ever fail. Cast thy bread uE
AXE the waters, and it shall return to Il
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