The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1869-07-19

she cried, falling on her mothers neck
and Bursting into tears.
"Amy, tell me, L beseecll you, what il
is distrcsses you; has any one dared to in,
suit my poor child :" cried Mrs. Chilson.
'Oh, no, thauk heaven. not that, dear
mother" answered Amy, unloosiug her
arms from her mothers neck, and look
ing sadly in her face; shut know not
WHAT'S to become of US, nory where shall
find work for Tomorrow, for, alas dear
mother, Mrs. Harris has told me need
not come to her again."
"Amyw
sit is SO, mother; and on calling at
Mrs. Frisbic's and Mrs. Dumas, | find,
through MIS-. lIarris's recommendation.
they also have engaged another person to
work for them"
My poor children" said Mrs. Chilson
regarding the weeping group; (" and
what reason had they for disnissing you,
Amy?"
"'Ihey give none, and | know of none
unless they may have found some one
whom they eau employ cheaper; but |
should not mind it so much if knew Of
any other situation where nligh,at once
obtain employment; for fear dear moth
er, ere am able 10 secure another situa-
ton, you will suffer for want of my little
earnings"
"'Gol tcmpcrs The wind to the shorn
lamb my love-" answered Mrs. Chilson,
kissing her. "Let us not forget that
others must live as well as ourselves; and
perhaps some one even more needy has
obtained Mrs. Harris's patronage. Le,
this thought reconcile US to misfortune
so unlocked for"
For weeks poor Amy vainly sought en-
ploymcnt; occasionally the sympa,hizing
aGighOors favored her with some triaing
work, but this vas at best prccarious,
Mrs. Chilson, too, became suddenly ILL
the father was daily growing more quer-
ulous and exacting-,Ilcir little money
was gonc--aud notwithstanding rigid
economy, their small stock OF fuel AID
groceries was rapidly diminishing What
wonder that poor Amy almost dcspaircd
for she saw only poverty and wretch.
cdncss impending over those she loved.
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After IN absence Of six years Leonard
Darlington returned from India. During
this long separation from country and
friends, he bad accumulated a handsome
fortune, and had now come home, az he
expressly declared, to look out for a wife,
and settle down iuto the sober state Of
matrimony.
He was not yet sis,and-,venty, Gne
looking, graceful in his manners. and
agreeable in conversation. But what was
far better, lie added to these outward
gifts noble, generous heart, and fine
talents, highly improved by education and
travel.
The morning after his return, Leonard
strollcd into his sisters apartment; and
throwing himself carelcssly upon the
lounge, proceeded to make inquiries
about those Of their friends with whom
be was most intimate before lie went
abroad.
"Tho Nelson's. Ida, what has become Of
them?'
ooh, they arc immensely rich, aud are
living Ill splendid style. Cornelia-you
remember Cornelia ?--she is a sweet girl,
assure you, and quite belle.
Time does work wonders then q
answered her brother, laughing, "for |
only recollect her as little, frccklcd,
awkward school girl, with great gray
eyes. The Chilsons, lda--ars they still
living at George Street, inquired
Leonard.
"Oh, no; their glory has departed,
leonard; indeed, | know nothing about
them. Mr.. Chilson failed ever so many
years ago-just after yon went away, /
belicye-and they lived SO shabbily, that
Of course ma could not think of vlsitiue;
afterwards | heard Mr.. Chilson had fit,
or something of the kind aud then they
moved of don't know where"
''You surprise me-" said her brother,
when you and Amy were such intimate
friends. Surely the loss Of property
could not have affected your friendship"
"Why, you know. Leonard, people Of
our style cannot visit everybody. Amy
was dear girl, aud | ain sure | almost
cried my eyes out a first because mamma
would not lot me visit her any longer; but
| suppose j was all right we must do MS
the rest Of the world do"
"No,it is not right, lla." answered her
brother; "and who or what constitutes
tho world you speak of? A few people
who live in fine houses and ride in fine
coaches! Fie, Ida; if upon such you pin
your faith, il Of such is your world, then
break from its irammels at once and for
ever, dear sister; such serviliiy is un-
worthy Of you. Poor Amy Chilson
Then YOU can tell me nothing Of herr
Nothing. Leonard; why yCu look as
forlorn as Don Quixotc. All, | had for.
gotten your boyish pcnchantj now / re-
member, you used to call her your little
wife. And SO six years ofabsence have
not obliteratcd the impression the soft
blue eyes of Amy made upon your heart.
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