The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1865-06-14
SHREVEPORT, LOUISIANA, JUNE IA, 1866.


Of London, but all in vain A settled despair
brooded over them all save Edwin; he alone,
was hopeful. Aud when time seemed to have
destroyed the last hope-''W e shall see her yet,
would he say. The parents greatest pleasure
consisted in the occasional visits OF Nurse Ab
bott and her little charge. Eva grew into their
hearts and Edwin never knew the moment
that he did not love her. Asshe grew in years
he was her constant attendant; ever ready with
a strong arm to help her mount her little pony
or climb the grassy banks for fragrant flowers.
Eva, with playful gee, would teaze her "darl
ing brother" or, as she delighted to call him,
her big brother" The parents smiled appro-
val on this intimacy, for they dwet with pleas
ure upon the prospect, at some future day, of
welcoming to their home Eva as daughter in
truth
CHAPTER III.
Leaving the pleasant town Of Windsor, where
resided the Montagues and st, 0rnes, enter with
me an emigrant ship. Among the steerage pas
sengers observe an old man with an evil face,
on which guilt and misery had stamped their
signatures, wthered and old, crossing the broad
Atlantic. He is mumb}ing, in an undertone
words of which we can catch but few His eyes
are resting with a vacant stare upon little
girl IN an unconscious slumber at his feet One
little brown arm pillows her head with its wealth
Of raven hair. A tear rests upon her cheek
like dew upon the rose, having sobbed herself
to sleep. Her clothes are tattered and torn,
and hang loosely upon her, showing they were
made originally for much larger child Give
thousand dollars, mutters an old man; "a pay
in consarn.' And the look Of avarice that
CLEANS from his eyes is truly disgusting. We
have seen, as in picture, the little Rachel and
her abductor, bribed by a man in high standing
in the great metropolis Of England; Uncle
Moses, the ag-gatherer Of st. Giles, had stolen
her from her aristocratic home il Windsor, and,
according to others, flew with her to the New
World. y ears OF misery passed while a slave
TO that old man. He watched her with cat-like
eyes, fearful lest he should lose his profitable
charge. Driven out to beg when the storm-king
rcigued in all bis fury her little purple feet
have pattered along on the frosty pavement;
thinly clad, nearly iamshed, she suffered untold
miseries. Made to believe that her dim remem-
brances Of Old England we're but childish dreams
Of fairy and-that Uncle Moses was in truth her
relative, and her only one, she bravely endured,
nor scarcely thought Of change at times,
however, driven to desperation, she tried to
elude his vigilance, but in vain. Already had
her wondrous beauty excited astonishmeut in
the minds of many. One lady, whom she often
met had spoken with her irequently-not kind
y, but in a supercilious, aippant way, that al
ways angered naughty Maggie Bane--the name
she supposed to be her own. Yes, she was
naughty She wore her garments Of rags as
proudly as though they were Of purple and fine
linen; and when she besOught aims, she asked
as one that had a right to receive
0ne pleasant morning she was aCcosted thus:
"Ah! pom honor, a pretty creature my little
ragged princess what's Your name? You shall
have this siXpence for kiss'-by half intox-
lcated young man, dressed in the extreme of
fashion, who, with companion, was sauntering
down Broadway. Maggie was now twelve years
Of age, and truly beautiful even in her beggar
attire. Drawing her slender form to its utmost
height, her dark eye flashing scornfullv-
u 90 not want your money, coxcomb; neith-
er will let you kiss ne Letme pass"
by JOve, you are a beauty y and he would
have seized her had not a strong arm set him
aside and, this way little girl" arrested the
deed. With glad cry she sprang to the side
of her timely rcscucr
"Young men, your ways! Shame on your
prosecuting little girl !"
Bufied and crest-lallen they silently oboyed
The speaker was young man Of singularly pre-
possessing appearance.
Poor little one, tell me your name ?"
maggie Bane, if you please sir.
"And where is your homez'
4 have no home, sir. live in a cellar with
Uncle Moses
Poor Maggie, come home with me. You
shall not beg any more. With your beauty tis
not safe
Maggie placed her hand in bis, looked up con
GdingIv, and said
Il should like to 20 with you but don't let
cross Uncle Moses lind me, viii you y
NO, dear, you shall not be troubled by him,
if Martin Seymour can shield you from harm"
CHAPTER ".
In the most aristocratic part of New ! ork, in
a palace worthy prince, was the home OF Mar
tin Seymour Esq. In an elegantly furnished
boudoir, upou a lounge, recliRed Mrs Seymour,
in all the glory Of jewels and tiounces Iaces and
ribbons, the sum Of her existence. Maggie was
standing before her, her tiny brown hands tight
~ cIasped, her full lips compressed the hot
blood coming and going upon her cheek, plain
w visible through the thin skin; her eyes those
oriental, piercing eyes, flashing defiance upon
her tormentor. Mr. Seymour stood in rapt ad-
miration gazing upon that wildly beautiful girl.
Maggie recognized, in the lady before her, the
one who had so often insulted her at the cross
ings "Bless my stars you have not brought
home the little bcggar girl of Broadway =
Where did YOU pick up the treasure, Mr.. Scy-
mour2 You think her finely dressed no doubt.
must have nv dressmaker take pattern Of her
elegant dress, so that when next | attend a fan
cv ball dress party | can 90 becomingly arrayed.
Truly, it reminds me OF Joseph's coat Of many
colors! Pray, Mr.. Seymour, what do you pro
!