Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1867-04-25
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Marian Harlan was alone in the woAi-yha
mohher just buried. sS.4S n
| She,was beautiful brown haired girl, WITH
soft, shy eyes OF VOLT gray, rosy lips set Il
frmnsss far beyond her years. For after
oil she was scarcely seventeen, and so Deacon
Gray was telling her, as he sat by the fre
spreading his huge hands over the tardy
blaze, and askedi
"What are you going to do to earn ysnl
bread and butterf childf"
81 don't knOw--I haven't thought. Mamida
| had an uncle in New York, who---p
"Yes, yes,-Pve heard tell abont him; he
was mad cause your mother did not marry
to suit him, wasn't herr
Marian was silent. Deacon Gray waited a
few minutes. hoping she would admit him 20
her secret meditations; but she did not, and
the Deacon went home to tell his wife fsthzt
Harlan gal was the very queerest creature he
had ever come across"
In the meanwhile Marian was packing her
few soanty things into little carpet bag w
the weird pickering light Of the dying wosd
fire.
"Iwill go to New York, she said to herself,
setting her small pearly teeth firmly togethsr
My mothers uncle shall hear her catse
pleaded through my own lips. Oh | whh
my heart would not throb SO wildly Itm
no longer meek Minnie Harlan; am an 81
phan, all alone in the world. who must neht
LIES battle vita her own single hands j."
Lower Broadway, seven O'Clock, p. MI
What babel of crushing wheels, hurryitg
humanity, and oonglomerated noise it was
Marian sat in the corner of an express ofhke
under the fare of gas lights, surrounded w
boxes, and wondering whether the poople
ever went crased in this perpetual din aht
tumult. Her dress was plain-gray poplii,
with shabby, old fashioned little bonneb
tied with black ribbons, and blue veil, whiIs
her only article Of baggage, the carpet bag, az
in her lap. She had sat two hours, and wss
very, very tired
'tPoor little thing" thought the da, k halt
ed young clerk nearest her, who inhabitedk
sort of wire cage under circle of gas lightS
And then he took up his pen and plunged
into perfect Atlantic ocean Of accounts, "
"Mr. Evans" u L
"Sir?" <i
The darkeyed clerk emerged from his oagl
with his pen behind his ear, in obedience d
the beckoning finger of his superior. X I
81 have noticed that young woman sitting
here for sometine--how came she here 2l
"Expressed on, sir, from Millington, Iowa,
arrived this forenoon F" j.
As though Minnie Harlan were a tbf Or
paper parcel lsSss
"Nho fori'
"0onsRned to Walter Harrington, Esd I !
"And why has she not been called fssii-7
81 sent up to Mr.. Harrington's address 10
notify him some time ago. expect an answer
every moment E
every odd," said the gray haired gdntt-
man, taking up his newspaper. 1ts
eyes, sir, rather.n
Some three quarters of an hour Afterwards, !,
Frank Evans came to the pale girls side With
an indescEibable pity in his hazel eyes.
Miss Harlan, we have sent to MIR. Harrhg-
toms residence
Minnie looked up with feyerish rad t,pon
her cheek, and hand olasped tightly on the
handle Of the faded carpet bag. M
"And we regret TO inform you that he sailed
for Europe at twelve O'Clock to day.
sudden blur came over Minnie's ayes
she trembled like leaf. In all her cajoula.
tions she had made no allowance for al sxi /.
gency like this. Nf8g
''Can we do anything further for Jouf's
questioned the clerk, politely.
.'Nothing--no one can do anything sbw''
Frank Evans had been turning away, but
something in the piteous tone Of her reice
appealed to every manly instinct within hfa.
shall l send you to any other enc OF your
friendsG"
~ have no friends.'' -
"Perhaps l can have your things sdntNto
some quiet family hotel" jf
Marian opened her little leather purse and
and displayed two cent pieces, with smils
that WAS almost o tear. lftil
''This is all the money have inlths wofIdi
sirn
SO young, SO beautiful, and SO desclats Il
Frank Evans had been a New Yorker all lhiI
life, but he had never met with an exsotIy
parallel case to this. He bit the end os his
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