Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-07-03
SEMI BY EXPRESS"
By AMY RANDOLPH
Marian Harlan was alone in the wcrld-her
mother inst hurie6

mother Just hurried.
She was beautiful, brown-haired girl with
soft, shy eyes of violet gray, and rosy lips
compressed to q firmness 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 going to do to earn your
bread and butter, child g
/ don't know haven't thought. Nam
ma had an uncle in New York, who
Yes yes-;Ive hetru tell about hia'-he
was mad cause your mother didn't marry
just exactly to suit him wasn't he?'
Marian was silent. Deacon Gray waited a
few minutes, hoping she would admit him
into her secret meditatins; but she did not,
and the Deacon went away home, to tell his
wife that. "that Harlan gal was the very
queerest creetur he ever. had come across? {?
In the meanwhile Marian was busy packing
ber few scanty things into little carpet bag,
by the weird, Pickering light Of the dying
woodfire.
Il will 90 to New York. she said TO her,
SELF setting her small pearly teeth firm to.
gether, My mothers uncle sh0B hear my
cause pleaded through my own lips, Oh, l
wish nv heart would not throb SO wildly |
am NJ longer meek Minnie Harlan; ] ain an
orphan all alone In the world who must fight
liie's battles with her own single hands
Lower Broadwa : at seven o'clock P. N. J.
What Babel of crashing .whecs, hurryiug
ht1nanity, and cong ngloineratc noises it was !!
Minnie Harlan sat in the corner of an Ex-
press Office under tie fare Of gaslights, sur
rounded b.; boxes, ard wondered whether PEG
pie ever went crazed in this perpetual dim
and'tnmult. Her dress was very plair-gray
pop!in, With ashabby old fashionellttle straw
bonnet tied with black ribbons, and blue
veil, while her ony article Of baggage the
carpet bag, lay in her lap. She had sat there
two hours, and was very tired.
.Poor little thing though the dark Haired
young Clerk nearest her, who inhabited sort
Of wire cage under g circlet.of gaslig;lts. Aud
then he took up bis pen, and plupged'intoa
perfect Atlantic Ocean OF accounts.
Mr.. Erans!'
'Sirn
Tie dark-haired cerl; energsl from his
cage with his pen behiud bis eat IN obedience
to the beckoniue finger Of his suQ-rior.
Il have noticed that young woman sitting
here f. some time-how came s.:e here"
Expressed on sir lrcm Aiilin.ton, Iowa
arrived this afternoon
As though poor Minnie Harlan were box
or paper PARCEL
'Wbo for%
Consigned to Walter Harrington. Esquire.
Il sent up to hlr. HarrinGton's address to
notify him some time ago; expect an an-
swer every moment
Nerg odd,' said the gr:y-hcaded gentle
man, taking Up his newspaper.
Yes, sir rather
Some three quarters Of az hour afterwards
Frank EYars came 10 the pale girls side with
an indescriha6)c pity in his haz.l eyes.
Miss Harlan, We have Scut to NJ. 'Har
rirgton's residcnee'-
Mnnie locked up with feverish red upon
her cheek, and Fer hands ciasped tightly cn
tie handle cf tie faded carpet bag.
Aud we regret 10 inform you that he
sailed for Europe at twelve o'clock this day.
A Sudden blur came over Minnie's eyes
she trcmbled Ike a leaf In all ler ca'cula
tions, she had made 20 allowance fer an'eXi-
gency like This.
Can We do anything further for you%
questioned the yosug clerk, politely.
'Notbng-no ore can &c anything NOR
Fra1k Evans had bceu turning away, but
sane,hiug in lie piteou; tone OF her voice op
pealcd to every manly i,;s,inct within him.
Shall send to any other of your lends 2
i have 70 friends
Perhaps can bare jour things sent 10
some qaict family hotel?'
Minnie opened her little leather purse and
showed him two ten cents pieces, with q smile
thai was almost Q tear.
fhis is all the money l have in the world,
sir!i
So young, so beautiful, and so desolatc
Frank Evans had been New Yorker all his
life, but he had never met witt an exactly
parallel case to this. He bit the end Of his
pen in dire perplexity..
But what are you going to do"
Il don't know, sir. Isn't there work
house, or some such place, | could go TO until
could find something to do?
Hardly Frank Evans could scarcely help
smiling at poor Minnle's simplicity.
They are putiirg cut the lights, and pre-
pairing to close the Office, said Minnie, start
ing nervously to Der feet. must 60
somewhere.
Miss Harlan said Frank, quietly, m7
home is very poor one-I au only a five
hundred dollar clerk-brt AN sure my
lno,her will receive you under her roof for a
day or two, il yGu can trust me-
Trust your Minnie locked at MIN through
violet eycs ohscured in teacs. Oh, sir, |
should lie SO 'halElulr
How. late you are Frank! Here, give me
your overcoat-It is powdered with snow,
and'-
But Frank Interrupted his bustlng, cherry.
checked little mother, as she stood on tip toe
to take off his oU'cr wrappngs.
flush, mother! there is younglady down
stairs
"a young Lady. Frank?'
Yes, mother; expressed on from Iowa 10
old Harrington, the rich merchant. lie sailed
fer Europe this morning. and she is left en-
tirey alone. Mother, she looks like poor
Blanche, aud kacw you wouldn't refuse her
a corner here until Sue cJaid find something
to do
Mrs. Evans went to tie door and called
chcerily out; g,
Come up stairs, my dcar-youre as vel
come as flowers i. May! Frank, you cid
quite right; you always do
The days and weeks passed on, and still
Minnie Harlan remained On inmate Of Mrs;
Evans humble dwelling. Il seems just as
though she had taken Our dead Dlnnche's
place. said the cosy little widow; and she
is So useful out the house. / don't know
how l ever managed without her."
Now, Minnie, you are not in earnest about
leaving US to m0rrowE
L must dear Mrs. Evans only think-I