The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1867-05-16
ssSENT BY EXPRESS"
Minnie Harlan was alot1e in the
mothar iiisf hurried

Minnie Harlan Was alone in the
world-her mother just buried.
She was beautiful brown haired
girl, with soft, shy eyes of violet
gray, and rosy lips compressed to a
tirmt1ess far beyond her years. For
after all she was scarcely seventeen,
and so Deacon Gray was telling her,
as he sat by the fire spreading his
huge hands over the tardy blaze, and
asked:
"But what are you goin' to do to
arm your bread and butter, child?'
i don't know-I haven't thought
mamma had an uncle in New York,
Who
eyes, yes I've heerin tell about
hinf-he was mad cause your mother
didn't marry just to suit him, wasn't t
hep
Minnie was silent. Deacon Gray
waited few minutes, hoping she
would admit him into her secret
meditations; but she did not, and
the Deacon went away home, to tell
his wife that that Harlan gal was
the queerest creature he had ever
come across"
In the meantime Minnie was back
ing her few scanty things into a lit
tie carpetbag, by the weird flicker
ing light of the dying wood fire.
II will go to New York. % she siad
to herself, setting her small pearly
teeth firmly together. "My moth
er's uncle shall hear my cause
pleaded through my own lips. Oh,
| wish my heart would not throb so
wildly! am no longer meek Min
ME Harlan; l am an orphan all alone
in the world, who must fight life's
battles with my own single hands !''
Lower Broadway at 7 O'Clock,
P. NJ. What a babel Of crushing
wheels, hurrying humanity, and con-
glomerate noise it was Minnie Har-
Ian sat i'll the corner of an express
office, under the flare of gas light,
surrounded by boxes, and wonder
ing whether the people ever went
crazed in this perpetual din and tu-
mutt. Her dress was very plain
gray poplin, with shabby little old
fashioned straw bonnet tied with
black ribbons, and blue veil, while
her article of baggage, the carpet
bag, lay in her lap. She had sal
there for two hours, and was very
very tired.
"Poor little thing" thought the
dark haired young clerk nearest her
who inhabited a sort Of wire cage
under a circlet of gas lights, and
then picked up a pen and plunged
into perfect Atlantic ocean of ac-
count.
"Mr. Evans ?''
''Sir 90
The dark haired clerk emerged
from his cage with his pen behin6
his ear, in obedience to the beckon
ing finger of his superior.
81 have noticed that young woman
sitting there for some time-hov
came she here p
Expressed on, from Millington
Iowa-arrived this afternoon"
AS though Minnie Harlan Were 6
box Or parcel.
"Who forn'
"Consigned to Walter Harrington
Esq"
"And why hasn't she been called
for? ?"
81 sent up to Harrington's address
to notify him some time ago; l ex
pect an answer every moment
"Very odd, said the gray headed
gentleman, taking up newspaper
eyes sir, rather
Some three quarters of an hou1
afterwards, Frank Evans came to
the pale girl side, with an indescrib
able pity in his hazel eyes.
| ''Miss Harlan, we have sent tt
Mr.. Harrington's residence"
Minnie looked. up with a feverisl
red upon her cheek, and her hand
clasped tightly on the faded carpet
| bag
land we regret to inform yo1
that he sailed for Europe at twelv
o'clock this day
A sudden blur came over Minnie
eyes-she trembled like a leaf. L
all her calculations, she made no al
lowance for an exigency like this.
"Can we do anything further fo
| you,? questioned the young cler
, politely.
"Nothine-no one can do any
thing now.
Frank Evans had been turning
away, but something in the piteou
, tone of her voice appealed to ever
manly instinct within him.
"Shall 1 send you to any other Q
) your friends ~
Il have no friends"
perhaps I can have your thing
| sent to some quiet family hotel?'
Minnie opened her little leathe
I purse and showed him two ten cen
pieces, with smile that was almos
: tear.
[ .'This is all the money / have i
the world, STRIP
a So young so beautiful, and S
r desolate! Frank Evans had been
v New Yorker all his life, but he ha
s never met with an exactly parall
1 case to this. He bit the end of h
d pen in dire perplexity.
d "But what are you going to do
II don't know, sir Isn't there
work house, or some such place
h could find something to do p
l. Hardly" Frank Evans cou
Il hardly help smiling at Minnie's sin
e plicity.
e "They are putting out the ligh
l. and preparing to close the office
= said Minnie, starting to her feet.
l. must 60 somewhere"
Ii ''Miss Harlan," said Frank OF
y etly, "my home is very poor OF
= Il am only five hundred doll
If clerk-but I am sure my moth
: will receive you under her roof f
ID a day or two, if you can trust me
- "Trust you?'' Minnie looked