Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1867-01-16
crng whether the people ever went
Terkcd in this perpetual din and tumult.

with shabby old fashioned bonnet tied
with black ribbons, and blue veil, while
her articles Of baggage, the carpet bag,
lay in herlap. She had sat there two
hours, and was very. very tired.
"Poor Title thing" thoght the dark
hard young clerk nearest her, who in-
habited a sort Of wire cage under a cir
clet of gas lights. And then he took up
his pen and plunged into perfect At
lantc Ocean of accounts.
"Mr. Evans"
'Sir.'
The dark hard clerk emerged from his
cage with his pen behind his ear, in ODE
dience TO the beckoning finger Of his su-
perior.
81 have noticed that young woman sitt-
ing there for some time-hoW came she
here ?'
Expressed on. sir, from Millingtoh,
Iowa, arrived this afternoon"
As though Minnie Harlan were box
or paper parcel.
"Who for 2"
+ "Consigncd to Walter Harrington. Esq"
"And why hasn't she been called for ?''
sent up to Mr.. HarriDgton's address
to notify him, some time ago; expect
an answer every moment"
Very odd" said the gray haired gen
tleman, taking up his newspaper.
"Yes, sir, rather"
Some three-quarters Of an hour af-
afterwards, Frank Evans came 10 the pale
girls side with an indiscribable pity in
his hazel eyes.
"Miss Harlan, we have sent to Mr.
Harrington S residence"
Minnie looked up with a fcverished
red upon her cheek, and her hands clasp
ed tightly on the handle of faded car
pet bag.
"And we regret to inform you that he
sailed for Europe at twelve o'clock this
day"
\ sudden blur came over Einnie's eyes
she trembled like leaf Ia all her
calculations, she had made no allowance
for any emergency Ike this.
Can we DO anything further for you?'
"Nothing-no one can DO anything for
ne now"
Frank Evans had been turning away,
but something in the pteous tone of her
voice appealed to every manly instict
within him.
Shall | send you to any of your
friends ?'
II have no friends"
perhaps can have your things sent
to some quiet family hotel ~
Minnie opened her little leather purse
and showed him two ten cent pieces,
with a smile that was almost a tear.
This is all the money l have in the
world, sir"
So young, so beautiful, and so desolate?
Frank Evans had been a New Y Yorker all
! his life, but had never met with an ex-
actly parallel case to this. lie bit the
end Of his zen in dire pcrplezily.
"But wha. are you goins to do?"
II don't know, sir Isn't there a
work-house, or some such place, | could
90 to, until | could find something to dc 2
Hardly Frank could scarcely help
smiling at poor Minris's simplicity.
They are putting out the lights, and
ard preparing to close the Office" said
Minnie, staring to her feet. 81 must
90 somcwhe,e."
"M:ss Hlrlan," said Frank, quietly,
my home is very poor one-I am only
FIVE hundred dollar clerk-but | am
sure my mother will welcome you under
her roof for a day or two, if you can
trust mo-
"Trust you?" Minnie looked at him
with violet eyes obscured in tears. "Oh,
sir, should be so thankful"
Glow late you are Frank Here,
give me your overcoat-it is all powder.
ed with snow, and
But Frank interrupting his busting,
cherry checked mother, as she stood on
tlr>tOe to take off bis outer wrappings
"Hush, mother there is young lady
down stairs"
"a young lacy, Frank"
Yes, mother; expressed on to old
harrington, the rich merchant, from Iowa
lie sailed for Europe this morning, and
she Is entirely alone. Mother, she looks
Ike poor Blanche, and | knew you
c0ulQQ refuse her y corner hnrn until !