The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1867-03-07
A PLEA SAINT STORY.
SENT BY EXPRESS. "

Marian Harlan was alone in the worl
her mother just buried.
She was beautiful, brown haired gin
with soft, shy eyes of a velvet-gray, an
rosy lips compressed to 6rmness 4.
beyond her years. For after all she ws
only seventeen, and SO Deacon Gray VS.
telling her, as he sat by the fire spreat
ing his huge hands over the tardy blaz
and asked:
But what are you going to do to ar
your bread and butter
Il don't know. Mamma had an uncl
in New York who
Yes, yes; I've hern tell about him
he was mad cause your mother did NO
marry just 20 suit him, wasn't he? p
Marian was silent. Deacon Grey wait
ed few minutes, hoping she would lie
him into her secret meditations; bu
: Ishe did not, and the Deacon wen
home to tell his wife that '.that Harlan
girl was the queerest creature he hat
ever come across
In the meantime Marian was packing
her few scanty things into little carpe
bag, by the weird Pickering light of tn.
tdying wood fire.
4 will go to New York. she said tc
herself, setting her pearly teeth firmly
together. Ho
MY mothers uncle shall hear her cause
pleaded through my own lips. Oh /
wish my heart would not throb so wild
ly. am no longer meek Minnie Har-
| Ian; l am an orphan all alone in the
world who must fight lifes battle with
her own single hands,
Lower Broadway at seven o'clock p.
NJ. What Babel of crashing wheels,
hurrying humanity and conglomerate
noise it was. Minnie Harlan sat in the
corner of an express Office, under the
flare Of gas lights, surrounded by boxes,
and wondering whether the people ever
went crazed in this perpetual din and
tumult. Her dress was plain. gray pop
lin, with shabby, old fashioned little
straw bonnet tied up with black ribbons,
and blue vail lay on her lap. She had
sat there almost two hours, and was very,
very tired.
haired youngest clerk nearest her who
inhabited sort of wire cage under q
circle Of gas lights.
sMr. Evans
The dark haired clerk emerged from
his cage with his pen behind his ear in
obedience to the beckoning figure of his
superior.
3 4 have noticed that young woman sit
ting here for some time; how came she
here?'
Expressed on, sir, from Millington;
Iowa
As though Minnie we're box or pa
per parcel.
who for?'
Consigned to Walter Harrington,
Esq
And why has she not been sent for z
4 sent up Mr.. Harrington's address
to notify him some time ago. I expect
an answer every moment
Very odd,' said the gray haired gen
tleman.
Yes, sir, rather
Some three-quarters of an hour after
wards, Frank Evans came to the girls
side with an indescribable pity in his ha-
eel eyes.
Miss Harlan, we have sent to Mr.. Har
rington's residence
Minnie looked with feverish red upon
her cheeks, and her hands clasped tightly
| on the handle of her faded carpet bag.
and we regret to inform you that
/ he sailed for Europe at II o'clock this
day
| A sudden blur came over her eyes
she trembled like leaf. In all her cal
i culations, she made no allowance for an
exigency like this.
Can we do anything further for you ?
he asked.
Frank Evans had been turning away
but something in the piteous tones of hel
voice appealed to every manly instinc'
within him.
Shall send you to any other OF YOU
friends 2
L have no friends
Perhaps 1 can have your things sent t.
some hotel !?
Minnie opened the little leathern purs
and showed him two ten cent pieces
with smile that was almost tear.
That's all the money have in tn
world
So young, 50 beautiful. and so desc
late. Frank Evans had been in Ne'
York all his life. but he had never me
with an exact parallel case to this
He bit the end of his pen in dire pei
plexity.
But Whist in the world sre you goin
to do
n