White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1860-04-26

kitchen, and never retorts when l scold
her she is the tamest Of all human be-
ings, and that's one reason / hate her.
But to have it flung in my face that she
is my niece, and her mother never mar
risd, is too much so pack her of-Pm
heartily sick of her."
81 hate the girl as bad as you do" re-
piled the husband, "but would not send
her away, till l had some good excuse to
give the neighbors, when they asked for
her. l consented to take her into my
house, that might establish my charac-
ter for beneVolence, and wish to main
tain that character, though Heaven knows
it is little enough the sulky jade, with
her great staring eyes. will get from
me. But, wife, she has saved US hiring
girl"
Eyes, l know it; and when Napoleon
Bonsparte and Andalusis Madarins were
little, l wanted her help; now l can do
without her. Besides, it would hinder
my children from rising in the world, to
have one of her stamp always with them;
and if should make only a servant of
her, there would be a great deal of talk
and fuss among the neighbors. The de-
ceitful huzzy has eontrived to get them
all on her side"
"Well," rejoined the husband, with
sympathy truly worthy the cause and the
man, eve and our virtuous children are
soon to be rid of so bad person, and one
item of expense will then be removed.
We can now afford a piano, and new
set of mirrers for the psrlors. 1 shall
send her to New York with a friend Of
mine, who will proceed there in a few
days. Once there, she may manage for
herself, and / trust our respectable family
will never again be annoyed by her pres
ence." "
"And l." continued the woman, anx-
ious to have hand in so worthy deed.
will write to her mother, that she would
leave us, in spite of our opposition, and
that we know not where she is"
The innocent object of all this contri-
vance and abuse, lay buried in sleep, un-
conscious of the interest which was at
present taken in her welfare. Let us en-
ter her room. Ascending a fight of
well carpeted stairs, with mahogany bal
ustradc. a long entry, several apartments,
and a narrow, steep staircase led to the
attic. This room, directly under the
roof, was neither finished nor furnished.
A few evergreens, hung up during the pre-
ceding Summer, some rough pencil draw
ings pasted upon boards, and a little
hower-pot, in which grew a rose, protec-
ted from the cold by a quantity of rags
and bits of wood, were its only orns-
ments. A box, which contained some
clothes and few books, served as q ia
BILE.
Beneath an old quilt lay the sleeper-a
lovely girl, nearly fifteen. The slightly
upturned face revealed an oval cheek,
soft, brown complexion. fine, glossy black
hair, scattered in profusion of natural
ringlets, and a thin, delicate hand. Her
countenancs was tranquil, and wore
sweet expression of subdued Sadness
Her whole life had been sorrowful. She
became conscious of her existence on the
bosom of young mother. whose sad fate
made it impossible for her to welcome
her child with smiles, and she grew be-
meath the clouds of life, quiet, patient.
thinking being, in whom, nevertheless,
there existed fountain Of deep and fer
vent love, the bright rays of which, ting
ed every object with which she came in
contact.
Shame and neglect at length drove the
unhappy mother from her native home,
and con6ding her child to the care of her
sister and brother-in-law, left her, to seek
employment in the city.
Emily Manning was six years Of age,
when she came to reside with her aunt,
or rather became her servant. She was
taught to practice the most rigid econo-
my, and forced to labor far beyond her
strength /; she became. in fact, . slave to
the will of her relations. The children OF
her aunt, though much younger. were al
lowed to domineer over her, and she was
the patient recipient of every ones COM
bativeness and Miniature.
Emily" her aunt would say, "you
stupid Ounce, can't you ever learn to do
anything? Here, take this child in your :
arms, carry him about, and quiet him, till
finish this piece of work there, stand
gazing into the street now, viii you. and {
let the child fall-you are . provoking
creature Mind what you are about /
You ought to be thankful that you can do '
the least thing for us, in return for all I
our kindness to you, submitting to the I
degradation of having you, in our house,
and above all, acknowledging you as our
relation, though you may be sure we
should not have done that, if every body
had not known it before. But you ought I
to be thankful that we keep you IN our I
respectable house, when all the neighbors
know what sort of child you are. Don't
stand there crying-that's no way to ex-
press your gratitude-what ails you ~
"You hurt my feelings" replied the
child, endeavoring to restrain her tears, and
removing big. heavy boy of two years
from one slender arm to the other, her
fragile form nearly sinking under the
enormous weight.
"Your feelings !" continued the wo-
man, cosrsely, regardless of her discom-
fort and tears, "what business have you
with feelings? What do you expect to
do with feelings. when you go out into
the world, to earn your own bread T.
81 do not know but / am sure that
God gave them to me, and l am not to