The Oxford intelligencer. (Oxford, Miss.) 1860-18??, 1860-09-05

Y'xxaY 4. Dsssrsos.
oHAPTER l.

AYES, DEAR replied the pale woman, east.
ing longing look at the splendid dwelling
9 You were born in that front chamber. But
hurry on, dear, it is not ours now. Hold your
shawl about your cbest--the wind Is very
cold" 9s'' iis sn .tu tis..f aaI1. E
They we're meanly clad, both mother and
daughter. The former was past forty few
years, the daughter not seventeen Annie b.
was not beautiful, nevertheless her face was
rare blending of amiability and intellect
They passed quickly along over the well trod-
den snow, and vending their way toward one
Of the lower quarters ofthe city. There they
traveresed the long ill-looking street till they
stopped before narrow shop door and en-
tered. ali- hli G.rH4c ig. iI.u-c .
ANY work yet, Mr.. Moselyl" asken the
widow in quiet tone. -,J Fa.rfsr
40 yes, Madam, said the man behind the
counter, "we have plenty of shirts now. Shall
] give yod buhdlel ." And he cast glance,
half of impertinence, half Of admiration, to-
"Mo VIC youhb BhL '.A's' y i'I
"What are your prices r. asked Mrs. Bart
lett. a3 ,a.H 80 %. ..s.ii .-Gl
"Wcll, you know we generally give shil-
ling shirt to common customer, but as it's
you, you know, why, think wen pay two
shillings. Shan't | take it home for you It's
a heavy bundle, too much for you to carry"
j The widow hesitated She had done sew
ing 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, a ques-
ton, or glnace. Annie was too precious to
be exposed to rudeness; she was the one, the
only fair child of widowed heart--1but the
bundle was too weighty for either mother or
daughter, so she concluded to let it be
brought. 'f - 'r
"You can send 1t by and by" she said. 81
80, / can't get anybody to take it--must
go myself No Inconvenience, assure you
right on my way to supper. "Miss, l wish /
could offer you one of my arms" he said,
coarsely, "but they happen to be both full"
They walked ON, till they came to very
ordinary looking house, whose steps we're cov-
cred with little children. The man smiled to
himself as they ascended. '.-.n Ht vi .s|
al will take the bundle now" said the
widow with dignity. .hf1.a"fr' g.iaanHa
40, no, ma'am; couldn't consent to let you
carry it," said the man" I'll take it to your
ROOM"
"Put the bundle down, sir" said the wild
ow, with flashing eyes. .f.a i
The man started and had nearly let it drop.
However he threw it with an impatient jerk
on the lower stair, and, muttering curse,
turned and left the hail.
"What made you speak SO Grossly, moth
er r. asked Annie.
"Never mind, child. Help me up stairs
with it" said the widow, recovering her equa
nimity. She had seen the tailor wink across
the entry to vulgar looking man who came
out from q room near by, and whose reputa-
ton was none of the best !; ..-r.'
40, dear ~ rHr i ,f-1 srf.
1t was very bitterly, and with hesrtache,
as mother aud daughter entered their own
neat little room, an attic chamber from the
ceiling. i7iv tfHv G7adlp~ sii .a.rt
at seems strange, doesn't it." mused An
ME, looking round. ..l.l - .,at Ia.
"What seems strange, dear r. s1 sl'i
"That you should have lived, and been
born in the great beautiful house, and after
all, be reduced to the garret of such place
as this" replied Annie. "Who lives there
now, motherf' G --..r-a- .fs arl
"You have heard me say before, child" |
replied her mother, "your uncle Harry and
your Cousin Eugenie. Your uncle Harry,
your fathers brother, married my sister--poor
Annie !-gou are named after her)-she died
before your father did, or we must not now |
be suffering in penury, or be forced to take
insults from our interiors" j. l ul
swell it is home," said the young girl, |
gazing around, and not SO bad one either
Now, if we get those shirts done-why, we
can buy beautiful thick shawl to wear be-
tween us. Shall make tea tonight" |
aYes, if you please" said the mother sit
ting wearily down. "Tll undo the bundle
and sort the work" s-.-
7it CHAPTER II. 'iaE Ha
"Robert Southey, your are always stand
ing before the picture" ''
So cried beautiful high-bred girl, as she
entered the splendid reception room, where
stood the Young man, gazing upon. sylph-
like figure, inclosed within massive frame.
Young Southey turned round hastily-a
rarely intellectual face was his-and greeted
the beautiful girl with smile.
al cannot help admiring that picture he
said. q 1t has fascination for me, which
cannot explain to myself Is there an origi-
nal, or is it ono of those gertle dresm-faces,
that artists sometimes fashion under the pc |
cuIIar inspirations Of heaven r A'1A 'ef ~
40, it is no dreAm-face," said Eugenie,
lightly, g but cousin ofmine, belieye---that
Is, I've heard 50. She is living now, | believe,
but dear me. THEY'RE dreadful common sort |