Middletown transcript., 1869-08-07
NO.. 80.

her snowy hands A few rods from the
street door Mrs B. was joined by lady
who seemed to- be particular friend it
one might judge from their conversation:
portion of which 1 will relate" Good
morning Emily" said the lady, II was
just wishing for your judgement in the
important matter of purchasing silk
dress, will you come with, me to choose
it" "Certainly" replied. Mrs. B "I
will go with pleasure" They walked Ola
a few steps when, the lady said" Have
you heard anything Of Hanine, or from
France lately?' /" No indeed" replied the
other in sad tone, "poor Hanine," L
very much fear that she has been left to-
the mercy of strangers in this, strange
country. According to letter which l
received from my Uncle, she was marrieE
at Lyons on the 18th of January 1859.
three weeks after my parents DEATH and
one week before the date of his letter.. and.
started for America the same month,
therefore, as this is six" she must have
arrived long since. 'Oh, if / could but
find her." and my companion and myself
were joined together in despair.
At length the store was reached and a
quantity of silks spread before the ladies.
In order to ascertain the quality of the
material it was evident that Mrs. Broomer
would be obliged to draw off either my
companion or myself, which was at length
determined to be your humble servant.
After much consultation the dress was de-
cided upon and the two friends left the
store, but woe is me- as they were pas
sing along the street /, whom Mrs. b.
had continued to hold in her hand, was
dropped upon the pavement of a bakery
All my efforts to scream and make my
owner acquainted with her loss and my
misfortune were uuavailing, consequently
| was obliged to lie there expecting
every moment to be trodden upon and
spoiled.
1t was toward nightfall, when heard
a weak childish voice near me eXclaim--
"Oh am so hungry, L want piece Of
bread so badly" and at the same time
she stood gazing wistfully into the bakery
window. She was small child and in.
spite of her old and faded garments very
beautiful one AS she was turning from
the window her eyes fell upon. me. Ia.
king me up and turning me round in her
little hand, she said thoughtfully-'What
pretty glove; L wonder who lost it,.
Oh, here is some writing inside, l will
ask mama to read it," and clasping me
tightly in her hand, she ran. swiftly DOWN
a poor but respectable street, and bursting
unceremoniously into room on the first
floor Of one of the dilapidated houses ex--
claimed" See here mann, what L have
found tell me what the name is inside,
and maybe if | take it back the lady will
give us some bread"
The room was, almost destitute of fur
niturc, but in, the twilight could be seen a.
couch in one corner of the room, on which
lay young woman, apparently dying with,
consumption. Like her child she was ex-
ceedingly beautiful and notwithstanding
the baroness of the room, there was q re-.
fnement about its occupant which would
convince the beholder that she had seem
better days Taking me from the child
she looked carelessly at me, but as the
name caught her eye deep flush spread
over her thin face. succeeded by deadly
paleness as she said falteringly-" Where
did you get it Emily ?' g. | found it on
the street mama,' answered the child.
The mother struggled for composure ere
she said ''my child this must be your
aunt, whom we have been seeking for so
long. Do you think you could find 143l
Walnut ST. !? Oh how longed to tell her
that it was indeed her sister, however l
could only hold my peace and await tho
result of this my mission, which had at
last found.
1t would be impossible for me to de-
scribe the joyful meeting between tho
sisters, which I, kid glove, had been
the instrument of bringing about. l will
only say that little Emily with the assis-
tance of one of the ncighbors who offered
to accompany her, found her Aunt's res
idence, made herself known to her, and
before the evening of the next day both
Mrs. DeVillars and her little daughter
were safely housed beneath the hospitable
roof of Mrs Broomer.
:" But what has become of tue poor old
glove ?' | think hear my readers ex-
claim. l will tell you. From that day
| was cared for by my little mistress,
Emily, as if had heen a human being,
and when in after years Mrs. DeVillars
came into the possession of q fortune be-
queathed her by her Uncle, occupied
and still occupy glass case in my little
mistress room, and am regarded as the
instrument which brought about their
change of fortunes from the depths of poy-
erty to life of ease and luxury,