Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1868-05-01

A whole pile of steaming loayes lay
upon the counter. u. s.E +,
She rushed in and seized one, and
hiding it under her cloak, fed madly
up the street. But the baker had seen
her from the little sitting room, and
was after her crying Justify, "stor
thief, stop thiefr' A crowd followed
her and the poor child was soon rur
down. -.........
"a clear case," said the police off
Ger, who took her. "She must go to
the court room"
In vain she plead with them, and
told her story.
They must do their duty; she
gone to the soup house; there was nc
excuse for stealing at any rate.
No excuse, and her mother was dy
ing for food!
An important trial was just closing
and all the avenues to the court house
were thronged. ...
They'll De through Soon," said the
officer to the baker; "well wait here
few minutes. No danger of Ter get
ting away while my grip is on her,
and tightening his grip on the shrink
ing arm, till the flesh quivered witt
pain.
"Take me home first" said she sad
ly; 4they will worry about me so
My poor mother will die if she thinks
am lost"
They'll soon find out where you
are" said he gruffiy. "Bad news is
like lightning, it travels so fast"
Oh dear, oh dear! What will be
come of them ?" and she Sobbec
aloud.
A little girl about her age was
passing by-a rich mans chiId-yor
would know it by the embroidered
dress and cloak, the rich velvet hood
and the costly fur tippet and mutf.-
But there was no false pride hidder
under the expensive raiment; a warn
heart was beating there, and its sym
pathies went out far toward the poor
little prisoner. For a moment she
paused as if nreSolute upon her plan
of action; then laying her mittenec
hand gently on the officers, she sale
politely:
"May | speak with her ?"
ooh yes she is not committed yet,
Putting her soft, rosy cheek clos,
to the purple, cold one, she whispered
very earnestly. Marie told her tht
touching story, and begged she woulc
by the love she bore her mother, fine
out her humble home, and comfort tht
Il will, will, the stranger replied
earnestly; "and don't you cry an.
more; my father knows the Judge
and he'll get you away to morrow
Keep up a good heart" and off Sh
ran.
She knew her mother TO be one ot
the most charitable of women, AM
hastened home to tell her story of Ma
rie; but unfortunately she had JUS
gone to ride, and would not be bacI
till near dinner time.
What can | do ?" she cried, AM
wrung her hands. "They want Goa
and bread, and tea, and so man
things, and have only ten cents in m
pocket"
She sat down on the marble step
and pondered. All at once her eye
frightened, and beautiful color fash
ed l.. her face.
Il will do it, she said, resolutely
mama will forgive when she know
all. Without fire, without food ,nearl
naked, quite starved. Oh, she wi
be so glad | thought so far" and sh
bounded down the street and rushe
around the corner. Pushing ope
the plate-glaSs door OF the most fasl
ioGable hair dresser in the city, sh
went quickly up to the attendant an
asked to see Monsieur B. He ushel
ed her into an inner room, saying h
would call him.
Her heart auttered while she wal
ed, but her resolution did not fail.
"Ah! it is my little Theresa; an
Monsieur B. took her hand kindly
Good morning, dear. Come to hav
your ringlets dressed for the ball t
night mo 2" and she shook her heac
"why not You go certainly; yo
are one of Monsieur's best pupils
What is it then my dear p
For a moment her lips quivered
then she spoke up quickly.
"You said once, sir, you would Civ
me an eagle for my curls. Will yo
do it now-to day-this minute p
The hair dresser was astonishet
! What could the child mean? To CT
off those curls, long. silken and gol'
! en- colored, the pale gold of stra
sunbeam to sell them was surely
!, crime. a :
"Does she, your mother, does 81
know you came here?" &
"No, sir; but she will not blan
me when | tell her how it was. O
no! she is too good!'
"And how is it, my dear? Make
. friend of me, and tell me how it com,
, you ask me to buy your hair" and l
stroked the glossy curls as tender
+ as a father might.
She hesitated, then opened her hea
D to him. There was a mist in his ey,
when she finished her plaintive stor
:. He walked the floor as if irresolut
then stopping before her, he took o
his pocket book and handed her tv
e halfeagles. She put them in b