The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1870-03-03
The Unexpected i Rival.
BY KATE CLAIR

Brightly g'owei the fire in the polished
CRATE, and brilliantly fa<he.l the light
from IA dozen gas jets, throwing through
crimson curtaiued windows rich glow
upon the suuw-covered pavement with
Cur, speaking to the weary hearted,
tu;l-worn children Of poverty. passing by
tp their chee.leSs homes of warmth and
C c,minrt and blessing which might never
be thnIrs
Wi hin that curtained room. where
naught seemed wanting Of beauty or
luxury, Il young girl stood behind the
dra uery, laz:ng ont into the stormy night,
and tapping her little foot impatiently nn
the floor, while an expression Of angry
diScontrnt shadowrd face perfect in out
line aud cnluring, marring sadly its 9TH
crwiSe exquisite love,inesS.
The snow tell thick and fast, and but
few pedcstillnS were abroad none but
those who were compelled by necessity
tD brave the chilling blast and binding
storm,
Sullenly, with gesture of vcxation
and disappointment, she dashed away
the folds 90 crimson, aud advanced to
th,. treside, exciaiining.-
1t is provoking, ,intnlcrabiy provoking
Here | have beer watching for that Girl
one hour W hat does she mean by this
delay? | shah be raging if | am di~ap-
s,ointed Of my dress this evening of all
others"
Why. surely, Ella. yon arc not going
ont in this tempest said noble look
ing. sivrr-haired man who entered the
rno,n just in time to catch here words.
"iuiee !, but | arn, Guardy. Dr. Hun
ter is coming for me to go IL Mrs. ErlS-
I m bail, aud would not miss it for the
w.,ria am determined tn crown my
'eign aS belle Of the season by bringing
him to my feet, if possible, hefcre an
ot her d " dawn. He is the best match
IN the city. ani | mean To secure hun at
cnce. The girls are crazy about him, and
long to triumph over them.
You speak cnn6dentiaIy." said Mr..
Revere. 'sn | shall expect Ia wake UP In
the small hours of the morning with ud-
lugs oi your success.
Turn we now to another home, the
abode of poverty, where Mary Grey, the
young seamstreSs, Is bending over her
work, Il richly emoroideied dress, whose
lilies OF the valley, with richly tinted
blue bells, arc artlStlcallv wrought III
graceful patterns on a ground work nf
whi:e silk 1t is the dress for which the
beautiful leireSS is waiting-the dress III
which she expects to captlvate the best
match in the city.
Very lovely is Mary Grey. though no
rosebud tint blooms on the pure white
of her complexinn-very lovely, though
her glorious eyes. shaded by Ing ken
lasheS, are dmmed with watching and
tears, Her fingers ay nimbly over her
task near,y completed, the payment Tor
which Is tn bring needy supplies to those
who for two days have scare ly tasted
fnnd-her invalid mother and her little
sister Lucy, who is now nesting at Ter
feet, crying with hunger. The woik Is
IN picted at last, and Mary, drawing
he child fondly to her slue, says sooth-
| .ngIv-
Hush. darlingi sister IS gcing to take
| home the dress an1 bring you IA nice litrh
feast twenty-five dollars We II have for
| this; won we be rich, MY pet p
Tears filed her eyes, but she brushed
them hastily away as IA well-known rar
! was heard, followed by the entrance oI
i an tle gant looking man. who, holding
ont his hand tn Mary, said pleasantly,
Il am earlier than usual this evening,
but [ am obliged to escort IA fair lady It
a ball at ten oclnck, and | thought
would lork IN on my patient before max
| ing my toilet.
20 doctor, how can I thank you fo1
your kindne>s?' said Mary, raising hel
sparklin eyes to his face, but dropping
them again instantly as she met The
warm gaze of admiration in his, whIit
crimson bushes frightened her iace into
! l. | fta1r
doctor" sho continued She seem;
quite exhausted this evening.
Has she had proper nourlshment to
day?'
"Mamma has had nothing to eat to
tiav, dGctu,' broke in Lucy. -ani sIsse
and [ haven't had anything either hu
dry hi ead and We are very hungry bu
sister is going to get some money TO
| night
Hush, Lucy said Mary. while
nainful look nf embarrassment fell up'l
her before bright cuunienance. doctor
excuse her; she talks too fast.
An anxious. inquiring gaze rested OF
her, and in IA voice trembling with emu
tion. the doctor exclaimed -
Mary. Is it indeed sc?
She bent her head in assent; but afte
a moment of silence, found voice t
say
Il shall have money to night.
Giving but glance at his patient
whose pale face spoke Of suffering am
want, even in sleep. he left hastily. An
Mary. folding her work. and careful
placing at her mothers side the nedicin
>he might need oa waking. at the sam
tine chars ing little Lucy to stay by he
in her absence started nut in the fer,-
storm ~ carry the dress to the heiress VIII
r sa, chating ut her delay.
,, Mary father had once been rich bu
crushed by adversely, he died and lei