Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-05-22

down till / should have reilly become i'll
but have persevered-and lave worked my
headache quite away into the bargain. Can
you spare me now, for an hour or two, mother.
dearie-while carry it home" she asked
with winning gaiety. -.
aYes, Nellie" replied the mother, catching
little infusion of her daughters SUMMER
mood. And I think the walk will do you
eood-so don't hasten back I can get along
very well. There, 60 now, and put on your
hat and shawl"
a half hour afterwards, Ellen Temple en-
tered the store of Messrs. True6t d Co.,
where work of various kinds was to be had
by poor sewing women. She entered the
large shop with timid step, for she was not
used to carrying home their work, her mother
having always done this until this time, her
sudden illness he'd prevented her. Ellen now
advanced to counter, and inquired in low,
lady like voice.. for Mr.. True6t. The clerk
could not refrain more than passing glance
al the sweet young face beneath the dropping
hat brim; but at length he directed her to
door in the rear of the sales room, remarking
that she would there be attended to-.
Ellen soon found herself in the presence OF
tall, bustling, energetic overseer, who took
her bundle-listened with hurried air, to
her few words-then unrolled it, and exam
ined her work.
aoh, alb, well-let me see-you are the
daughter of the woman who took out this
work. 1t was taken out one week ago to-
day. referring to his books. "There are one
dozen shirts at fifty cents APIECE, and that
makes six dollars. Here John!n called TO a
clerk at desk in the father corner of the
apartment-sx dollars due this young person
lady, mean," he added, apologetically,
his keen, cold, business eye sottening o mo-
mept as it rested on her graceful figure and
sweet young face, SC, different from many who
came there to procure employment.
Ellen received the money from the clerk
put it into her little port tmonaie-then turned
again, half hesitatingly, to the man with
whom she had first spoken.
"If you please. sir" she said timidly, "l
should like more work-it You have it" and
then she stood waiting his reply.
"We have decided not to get our garments
made by hand any longer, since we have them
made by sewing machines, and the work looks
so much betterl" said the overseer, in hi lc-
customcd brief, business voice, which quite
struck a chill to the girls heart.
Ellen said no more, but merely nodded her
reply which she could not utter; and turned
from the room, with the thought of her sick
mother, and their extreme need, rising up be.
fore her. Which way could she now turn
She had no friends in the great crowded city
-aud now the sewing upon which she and
her mother had rcckoned had failed. God
aid them aud this was the language that
spoke in her appealing blue eyeps she turned
away from the work room.
That glance, so mutely sad, so eloquently
despairng of human aid-touched the soul
of the oyerseer, and haunted him all that
day through his business hours.
IL am sorry I denied her work. Poor
young thing she had seen better days, doubt
lessSwas real lady l dare say wish l
had given her the work on my ogn response
b,lty, despite Of True6t's orders?" he said !;
for tho same hurried, stern man of business,
had soft, warm heart hidden under that cold,
dollar-and. cents air, and it was long before
that sweet face, with the grieved look about
the lips, and the sadness Of the blue eyes,
vanished from his memory.