Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-04-11

asked Mary Lark, girl OF twelve or
fourteen years, rs she ran to meet a
group of scheolmates who were COM
ing toward the schoolhouse; she cuts
the most comical looking figure you
eyer saw. Her cloak is made out of
calico, and her shoes are brOgans-
such as men wear.
Oh, yes; 4 have seen her, said
Lucy Brooks, she's the new washer
woman's daughter. ] shouldn't have
thought Mr.. Brown would have taken
her into the academy, but l suppose
he likes the money that comes
through suds as well as any other.
1t is cleaner OF course.
And the air rang with the girls
laughter. Let's GO in and examine
her, continued Mary, as they ascend
ed the schoolhouse steps. I'm think
ing she will make fun for u.s.
The girls went into the dressing
room where they found the new
scholar. She was mild, intelligent
looking child, but poorly Though ii
dily clad. The girls went around,
whispering and laughing with each
other; while she stood trembling in
a corner of room, without ventur-
ing even to raise her eyes from the
floor. When she entered the school
they found. the little girl far in ad-
vance of her age in her studies--as
she was placed in classes with those
two or three years her senior. This
seemed, on the whole, to make those
girls whe were disposed to treat her
unkindly dislike her the more; and
she being of retiring disposition,
had no friends, but was compelled to
go and return from school alone.
And do you really think, said Ma
ry Lark, as she went up to the little
girl few weeks after she entered
the school, that you are going to get
the medal? it will correspond nicely
with your cloak!
And she caught hold of the cape
and held 1t out from her, when the
girls joined in her loud laughter.
Calico cloak get the medal! I
should like to see Mr.. Brown give it
to her, said another girl, and she
peeped under the child's bonnet
The little girl struggled to release
herself; and when she was free ran
home as fast as possible
Oh, mother, she exclaimed as she
entered the humble kitchen, do ans
wer Uncle Williams letter, and tell
him we will come to New York to
live. ! don't like to live in B,
the girls call me Calico Cloak, and
Brogans, and you don't know how un-
kindly they treat me.
Lizzie, my dear, said the mother,
you must expect to meet with those
who will treat yeu unkindly on ac-
count of your poverty. but you must
not get discouraged, do right and
you will eventually come off con-
queror.
Although Mrs. Lee tried to en-
courage her child, yet she knew that
she had to meet with very severe
trials for one of so tender an age.
But, mother, they are all unkind to
me. There isn'tone that loves me.
The child buried her face in her
hands, and sobbed aloud.
In B academy there were
few unprincipled girls; and the 9th
ers joined them in teasing the little
Calico Cloak, as they called her,
from thoughtlessness and a love of
sport. But they knew not how deep
ly each sportive word pierced the
heart of the little stranger, nor how
many bitter tears she shed in secret
over their unkindness.
Mrs. Lee, learning that the schol-
ars continued their unjust treatment
towards her child, resolved to accept
her brether's invitation, although he
was poor man, and through his in
duence, Lizzie might lead happier
life among new schoolmates. Ac-
cerdingly, at the end of the term
she left B., and removed to New
York.
Although Lizzie had been MEM
Der Of the school but one term, she
had gained the medal, and it was
worn from the academy beneath the
despised garment.
Weeks, months, and years glided
away to the students of the B
academy, and the little Calico Cloak
was forgotten. Those who had been
at school with her had left to enter
upon the business of life.
Twelve years after Mrs. Lee left
the town, Mr.. Maynard, a young cler-
gymsn came to B., and was set
tied rs pastor Of the village church.
1t was reported at the sewing circle,
the week following ordination, that
! 1t was expected that he would bring