Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-11-22

while my grip is on her" ana he ughtened
his grip on the shrinking arm, till the flesh
quivered with pain. ....,.
"Take me home first" she said sadly;
0they will worry about me so. My poor
mother will die if she thinks Pm lost"
"They'll soon find out where you re, y
said he grully. "Bad news 10 like light
ming, II travels so fast"
"Oh dear, oh dear What will become
of them 2" and she sobbed aloud.
A little girl about her age was passing
by-a rich mans child-you would know it
by the embroidered dress and cloak, the
rich velvet hood, and the costly fur tippet
and muf. But there was no false pride
hidden under the expensive raiment warm
heart was beating there, and it's sympathies
went out far toward the poor little prisoner.
For moment she paused as if irresolute
upon her plan of action then laying her
mittened hand gently on the officers she
said politely: .
"Nlay l speak to her 2"
ooh yes; she's not committed yet"
Putting her soft rosy cheek close to the
purple cold one, she whispered very ear
nestly. Marie told her touching story; and
begged she would, by the love she bore her
mother, find out her humble home, and
comfort the distressed ones.
u will, WILL" the stranger replied ear
nestly; sand don't you cry any more; my
father knows the Judge, and he'll get you
away tomorrow. Good-by-keep up a
good heart" and off she ran.
She knew her mother to be one Of the
most charitable of women, and hastened
home to tell her the story of Marie; but un-
fortunately she had just gone to ride, and
would not be back till near dinner time.
"What can do 2" she cried, and wrung
her hands.
"They want coal, and bread, and tea, and
SO many things, and I have only ten cents
in my pocket"
She sat down on the marble steps and
pondered. All at once her eyes frightened,
and beautiful color flushed her face.
"I'll do it, she said resolutely; "mamma
will forgive me when she knows all. With
out fire, without food, nearly naked, quite
starved. o, she will be so glad l thought
so far" and she bounded down the street
! and rushed around the corner.
Pushing open the plate glass door of the
most fashionable hair-dresser in the city
| she went quietly up to the attendant anC
asked to see Monsieur B. He ushered hel
into the inner room, saying he would cal
him.
Her heart 1uttered while she waited, but
her resolution did not fail her
"Ah it is my little Theresa" and Mon
sieur B. took her hand kindly. "Good morn
ing, dear Come to have your ringlets
dressed for the ball to-night-no? ?" as sh,
shook her head, "why not2-you go, Ger
| tainly; you are one of Monsieur's best pu
| pills. What is it, then, my dearH
For moment her lips quivered; then sh,
spoke up quickly:
"You said once, sir, you would give me
an eagle for my curls. Will youdo it now
to.day--this minute ?f
The hair-dresser was astonished. What
could the child mean2 To cut off thost
curls, long silken and gold colored, the pale
gold of a stray sunbeam-it would have
been sacrilege almost for mother to have
done it; to sell them was surely crime.
"Does she, your mother, does she know
you came here ?"
"No, sir, but she will not blame me when
l tell her how it was. o, no, she is tot
good"
"And how is it, my dear2 Make friend
of me, and tell me how it comes you ask me
to buy your hair" and he stroked the glossy
curls as tenderly as father might.
She hesitated, and then opened her hear
to him. There was mist on his eyes wher
she finished her plaintive story. He walked
the floor o moment as if lrresolute, ther
stopping before her, he took out his pocket
book, and handed her two half eagles. She
put them in her purse, and quietly took OF
her hood.
''Not now, my little angelW he said
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row will do as well; or stay, will come il
this evening. Till then do not mention
to any one. Go now on your mission, m,
Sister of Charity" and he led her to tn
door.
How quick her little feet few over tn
pavement. She could hardly speak whel
she had reached the bakers shop.
1.-TWO loaves, sir-large ones, too," sh
gasped, and threw down one of the gol
pieces.
The man stared at her euriously. Til
color rose to her brow, but she said nothing
and hurried away with her warm, fragran
bundle.
'Is it you, Marie? What kept you s
long, daughter? Quick, break me a crumt
l am faint
Like an angel the little stranger locke
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apple blossoms, and her hair falling owe
her shoulders, like ripples of sunshine.
"Marie can not come home yet" she sale
in voice that was sweet as a robins i
J. May-time. "But she will return tomorrow
perhaps this evening. She has sent m
with the bread See the two nice loaves w
brought you," and she tore it in fragments
Tears coursed down her face as she say
how eager they clutched them. She haC
never dreamed of poverty like this; neve
known how hungry folks may be, and live
~ must 60 now" she said, opening tn
door, "but will come again soon and max
you comfortable" and she hurried to tn
nearest grocer and bought basket-fuil o
provisions, and engaged him to send in som
kindlings and coal.
The little boys helped her to build FIR
in the cold stove, and when ii blazed mel
rily, she put on the kettle, and soon had {
refreshing cup of tea for each invalid ant
a platter of smoking potatoes for the child
rem.
"Where is Marie, do you know, littlt
angel2' asked the sick mother, as she CAV,
back the cup. -
"0h, yes, l know" she answered, cheer
fully. "Didn't say she would be hom
early tomorrow? Don't worry. Bette
days are coming-Ill bring her in tn
morning Good-by."
1t was as though fairy had come an
vanished; kind-hearted fairy, too, for bC
side the supply of coal and wood, hal
eagle lay in the sick fathers hand.
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